Had a bit of a lesson in contrasts today....if I can call it that.
I was sending hugs to a friend of mine who was mourning the 20th anniversary of his younger son's death at the age of 24. I can only imagine how he must have felt when he got that awful phone call. He still misses his child with all his heart and soul and the only thing I can offer him are hugs because words are inadequate.
Then, when I had a quiet moment alone, I realized the contrast between him and the NQueen regarding the death of my sister at birth. While my friend was making today a remembrance about his son, the NQueen made my sister's death about herself and only herself....with put-downs about my sister, (who was only an infant). The difference between my friend acting as a grieving parent and the NQueen was like night and day.....literally!