I'm on my way to a funeral. I received a phone call last night that an old friend had lost her son. He was 29 and had custody of his two young boys. It was very unexpected. He had a heart attack. His 4 and 6 year old found their father in the bathroom and couldn't help him. The only phone, a cell phone was in their father's pocket. They waited the night out until their grandmother arrived the next day to find her son dead on the bathroom floor. The children sad because they could not help their father. They couldn't even unlock the front door to go for help.
We don't know what tomorrow holds, or even today. I am thankful for the breath I am breathing, in spite of allergies. I won't complain because of this temporary discomfort. It will pass. The pain of losing a son will not. I cannot imagine, nor will I pretend to comprehend what my friend is walking through. Honestly, I don't even want to think about the devastation. But I will. However feeble my hands may be, I will offer my support. I will stand and allow her to lean. Knowing the only way any of us stand or walk, or take our next breath, is by God's grace, we will hold onto Him together.
7 comments:
What a terribly tragic story! Your friend is lucky to have you. Don't give up on her if she tries to isolate in her grief, just keep bugging her or quietly keep her company. Talk about her son if she wants to, sometimes people will not act like the passed away one ever existed because they don't know how to deal with the grief, but talking about him will help her cement her memories and work through the grief - I guess my blog that day was for a purpose - so we can comfort others as we ourselves are comforted.
Oh my! I'm so sorry. Oh those poor little boys....May God be with them.
Im' so sorry for your friend. For those two little ones too. They must have been so scared, knowing that they needed to get help but could not
My deepest sympathy.
It is a reminder to hug my babies a little tighter. You really never know what tomorrow will bring. 29 is so young. And those poor children. They will need their grandmother, help your friend be strong.
I'm so sorry. Those poor boys to find their father and not be able to help. Praying for them and the family.
So very sad :( My heart goes out to that whole family.
How heartbreaking. Those poor little boys---it takes my breath away thinking of their night, alone.
My prayers are with his entire family.
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