My daughter’s kindergarten teacher sent an email today to let us know that the mom of a boy in her class was killed in a car accident over spring break. I didn’t know her but it hit me hard and left me in tears. I thought a lot about what my own kids would be going through, if it had been me.
For a few months now, I’ve been having the feeling that I needed to write letters to my kids in case I were to die while they’re still young. But it seemed like such a daunting task that I’ve never followed through with that feeling and actually done anything about it. That changes today. Today I am starting to write. And while I hope I’m around to see my grandchildren have children of their own, I’m going to write down the most important things I want my children to know, in case I’m not able to be with them as they grow into adults.