Oprah

Many, many months ago Chris and I watched an episode of Oprah where a man forgot to drop his son off at daycare one morning. The boy was stuck in his car seat in the hot car all day and died in the parking lot of the man's office.

Chris casually mentioned to me yesterday, "Remember that episode of Oprah we saw? Do you ever double check the back seat to make sure you dropped Martha off?"

My response: "Yes, daily."

I think that horrible story stuck with both of us. Sometimes I even check the back seat twice just to make doubly sure that Martha isn't there when I'm driving to work.

Chris asked if I thought it was possible that my mind could ever go into auto pilot like that man and I could forget that she was there. I said I could totally see that happening to someone, but not me. Why not? I have no idea. I mean, I'd like to think that I could never make a mistake like that, but one can never be 100% positive.

It breaks my heart to think about the guilt that the man feels having accidentally forgotten his little boy and caused his death.

Children just aren't supposed to die before their parents. There's an order to things. And when the order gets all screwed up and it's your fault, I mean, how would someone be able to handle that? So horrible.