This happened several weeks ago but I cant stop thinking about it. I was with my boyfriend at Disney World when I had to use the bathroom. As I was walking in, I saw a guy standing outside with three little girls dressed as princesses and who all had bald heads. When I walked in a found a woman sobbing silently in the corner. I asked if she was OK and the look in her eyes when she raised he head up was beyond sadness...it was more like pleading desperation. I felt compelled to open my arms and offer a hug and at that point she broke down completely. What had been silent sobbing turned into an anguished moan as she grabbed on to me. I just stood there with her for a while as she cried until I felt like it was OK to ask her what was wrong. She was really distraught and hard to understand but I eventually gathered that they had brought her daughter home from the hospital to enjoy the time she had left and the only thing she had wanted to do was go to Disney World with her two best friends. She said that now that they were there, she couldn't stop crying and she was ruining it for her daughter.
At this point, I was completely destroyed. This woman was standing in front of me who's daughter was going to die and she was desperate to stop crying so that she didn't ruin her special day and I was no help to her at all. The only thing I could think of to say was: I'm sorry. I just kept saying I'm sorry over and over. I've never lost anyone in my immediate family. No one in my High school died. I don't even know anyone who has come lose to having to deal with something like that. I've read sad novels and watched sad movies, but I never considered that pain like that actually existed. Everything that I thought was important up to that point suddenly seems so superficial and stupid to worry about.
I wanted more than anything to be able to help her, but all I did was just stand there holding her while she cried saying I'm sorry. After a while, she stopped crying, fixed herself in the mirror, and walked out the door without a word. I stayed in the bathroom for a while trying to process what just happened. As you can imagine I wasn't in the mood for Disney World anymore after that so I made my boyfriend take me home. He had noticed the woman leave the bathroom and walk off with the others, but he said he didn't notice anything unusual or that she had been crying.
I keep going over what happened in my head and I can't stop thinking about it. I think about how useless I was just standing there saying I'm sorry over and over. I think about what I could have said to help her. I think about which one of the little girls was her daughter. Mostly though, I think about the look in her eyes (I'm crying right now thinking about it). I can't imagine what that woman has gone through, but I could tell she was completely devastated and only kept going by sheer willpower for the sake of her daughter.
To the woman crying in the bathroom: I don't know you, I don't even know your name, but I know that you are a stronger person than I am. I wish I could have helped you. I wish none of this had ever happened to you. I'm sorry.
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