Something nudged me as I stood in the kitchen, preparing dinner, secure in the knowledge that my kids were having fun outside -- something brought to mind the creek that ran behind our rented home years ago, when we lived in Rhode Island, how it became a raging torrent the day after some heavy rains...so dangerous that I couldn't let the kids play in it as usual...
I grabbed my raincoat and ran outside (and believe me, I don't run easily), down to the creek, praying to catch a glimpse of those 4 bright-colored raincoats (one belonging to a complete non-swimmer). The kids had wandered far afield, however; and I had plenty of time to play various scenarios - none of them good - in my head as I ran alongside a creek that had indeed swollen to unbelievable proportions and strength.
I almost passed out from relief when I found them, happily wandering back from their outing, shouting to me about what they had seen. 4 bright raincoats, tragedy averted...
|Jack, the day before the rain|
If you would like to let Jack's mother Anna know we are thinking of her, join in on the simple memorial idea for Jack that Momastery is hosting on its Facebook page. Let her know that her sweet child may be gone, but he is not forgotten.
How awful! My heart aches for her.ReplyDelete
thank you for always remembering us. love, annaReplyDelete
Oh that's horrible. I need to go hug my kids now.ReplyDelete
I remember your post then -- it is what sent me to Momastery and on the Anna's blog. It was so unfair, so tragic, so awful... and it could have been any one of us in her shoes. She has walked in her grief with such grace. Rare bird sightings now make me think of Jack.ReplyDelete
I wish I had read this sooner in the day, instead of late at night.
The worst kind of thing a mom can experience.ReplyDelete
There are no words.ReplyDelete