Fighting back tears at McDonald's

Today while I waited for our sandwiches at McDonald's, I saw a dear mennonite family with their son who had down's syndrome. He was probably around 9 years old and his 2 older sisters were in their mid to late teens. One loving rustled his hair and the other gently guided him in the line.

And all of the sudden I was fighting back tears in the middle of McDonald's. Oh how it stung to be reminded of all that I was missing with my dear Ali, and yet it made me smile to see that family enjoying their special boy.

Grief is strange and it often hits at the least expected (and sometimes inconvenient) times... Like the middle of the lobby of a McDonald's surrounded by a room full of strangers.
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