I’ve been idly curious as to why Shamus stopped posting in the middle of last week. I hoped nothing was wrong, but didn’t think much of it, seeing as I go a few days without posting myself, rather often.I should have hoped harder. He was having the kind of time no parent ever wants.
On Wednesday night I held my limp daughter in my arms while her open, unblinking eyes looked past me. I couldn’t feel her breathing, and for a good minute or so I wasn’t even sure if she was still with us. If you’re a parent then you can probably imagine what this feels like. If not, you’ll have to extrapolate. Anyway, after those moments of primal emotions and the subsequent three days of uncertainty, writing about how “scary†the Silent Hill movie is seems childish and shallow. Something like this is great for putting things into perspective, although a healthy sense of perspective is really bad for enjoying the fantasy worlds of movies, videogames, and roleplaying.
I’m not a parent, so I will have to extrapolate the panic and fear something like that would have sent through me, and I’m sure my imagination is nothing compared to what Shamus was feeling at the time. As you can see, his daughter did pull through. Currently, she is in the hospital undergoing batteries of tests and perplexing the hell out of her doctors. Unique medical cases can be interesting to read about in books, but hell when it’s your family involved.
I urge readers to stop over by Twenty-Sided and wish them both the best.
