Hello, friends. I can’t see my blog calendar right now so I don’t even know if I posted in August. I’ll have to post about our family’s trip to Hocking Hills, Ohio. What a beautiful place. I had no idea it existed until a couple of years ago.
For now I just wanted to say that I am feeling sad and contemplative. Eleanor lost her mom. A cousin’s daughter lost a beloved dog. He had a long and good dog life. The main thing close to home that is affecting me is a tragedy for a couple that my son and his wife know from church. Last Sunday they were at a church picnic and their 2 1/2 year old son wandered away and drowned in the lake. David (the boy who drowned) was kept alive long enough to be flown to a hospital and put on life support, but he couldn’t be revived. So while he was in the hospital they had a photographer come in and take family photos. David had a younger brother, Josiah, who looked to be about seven months old. They hadn’t had a chance to get a family photo since Josiah had been born, so they had a lovely old quilt placed over David, who looked like he was simply sleeping, with tubes in his nose and mouth. Then they took pics of him and his brother, him and his parents. Very very moving photos.
At first it sounded sort of strange, but when I saw the photos (on Facebook) they were done with such love and respect and care that I know they are going to cherish them forever. The photographer has taken some excellent pictures of my son and his wife and she is extremely talented.
Oh, this poor family. They had a couple of things happen that are comforting them. David’s cousin, also around 3 years old, was riding in her carseat with her grandma driving the day after he died. The little girl (who was best friends with David) was laughing and her grandma heard her say “I love you, too, David.” Later that day at home she walked up to her mom and said “David is sleeping.” The little girl hadn’t been told that David had drowned.
Also, David’s mom said all the week before the accident he had kept saying “I want to go home.” and “It’s time to go home.” when he was at home. Also, every day that week he had asked her…insisted, actually, that she take a picture of him.
There are things beyond what we know and see and feel. My heart just hurts for this family. They are in for a long sad time. But, I’m glad they are finding some comfort for now.
Happier post coming another day. 🙂