I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately, still immobilized and wheelchair-bound by my second ankle surgery a few weeks ago. And then this week our cousin’s son Ariel, a young guy in his 30s, fell on the ice and broke his hip. He had surgery but is still in a lot of pain and anticipates a long rehab. Thankfully Ariel and I will recover, but not so others in our family who suffer incurable ills.
Of course tragedy plays no favorites, and this week we learned of two deaths. Our friend Abe died at 65 leaving Harriet a sudden widow, and my book club friend Jane’s 27 year old son Daniel was the lone fatality in the electrical fire in that W 40s high rise.
Tragedy can’t be quantified, and we’re all of us hostage to fortune. But to good fortune as well – this week our new baby cousin was born to Anya and Dave – welcome and love to you, little Zoe Eva!
Dana Susan Lehrman