On the last day of our vacation, while packing, I received a phone call from Aelig's babysitter.
She spoke with a heavy tone. If Aelig was not with me, I would have thought that something had happened to her.
"Something serious happened in my family. I would not be able to take care of Aelig next week. I waited the last minute to tell you this so that it would not spoil your vacation." Said her.
"So you can resume the week after then." I inquired.
"I don't know." She hesitated. "My son died, I don't know what would happen in a week." Announced her.
When I heart this, my heart broke. I said sorry and I will find a solution for the childcare next week. I think no word can console a mother who just lost a child. She said the funeral would be next Tuesday and I didn't dare to press on on what happened to her son.
I consulted with my MIL and she said it would be best if we go attend the funeral. I didn't know her son, but hubby said he saw him once. We checked the obituary online, he was only 28 years old.
We finished the vacation with a heavy heart. Hubby's leg hurts badly, so he decided to stay home with Aelig tomorrow. We would look for temporarily solutions, but I fear that she would not be ready to resume her work in the near future. There is a Chinese saying:" The white hair sending off the black hair". This is one of the toughest and saddest things in life.