There were two stories in the news yesterday that are linking in my mind…the birth of eight babies and the death of a family of seven.
One led the news this morning.
The other moved quickly from breaking news to news round-ups into the second half hour of a morning sorta-news shows this morning.
Eight babies were born to one mother at the Kaiser Permanente Bellflower Medical Centre in Los Angeles in California. Mother and multiples are apparently doing well.
Seven people…an entire family…were found dead after an apparent murder-suicide in California. Notes allegedly left by the husband and father indicate that he and his wife had recently been terminated from positions as medical technicians at a Kaiser Permanente hospital in West Los Angeles.
The come joy.
And with it pain.
Followed by rain.
I can’t help but wonder at the strange connection…not that there is some sort of mystical power associated with Kaiser Permanente, but that two family related stories so radically different somehow connected there.
That a team of damn near 50 people can work in concert to give eight babies the best medical care…
…even as a team from the Coroner’s office worked to empty a home of a family of seven.
I don’t know the back-story for either family...the who, what, when and why of it all is a mystery.
But seeing them both within the same news cycle reminded me that we so often celebrate creation then neglect that which has been created.
And there has to be some lesson here to learn…something teachable to be found in that place where life and death meet between commercial breaks on television.
Something...anything more than...