I’m already in tears as I write this. Tonight marks the third year that I’ve had the honor of being involved with “Memories for Marcus.” Marcus was a little boy (17 months) who had a bad cough. It was just a bad cough, diagnosed as croup, which is pretty standard. Marcus actually had pneumonia, which sent him to the hospital on Thanksgiving Day, 2005. He passed away on December 2, 2005, but his life, his memory, is celebrated in a beautiful way, every year.
Marcus lives on. His parents have never stopped loving or grieving for him, but they’ve channeled that grief into a positive foot print. They’ve had other children, but Marcus will never be forgotten.
The annual “Memories For Marcus” event is as joyous as it is somber. Toys are donated to kids who are sick, and stuck in hospital beds as we trim our trees and stress about “perfect gifts”. While spinach & artichoke dip is being heaved onto plates, an auction is going on. The sales will benefit the families of sick kids.
The world kind of sucks right now. It’s scary.
As scary as it is, nothing could be worse than watching your child die.
How this family turned this tragic event into something so beautiful, and inspiring is beyond me. Yet, they did.
We’re only promised today. I hope we make the best of it.