My husband’s side of the family suffered a painful blow this past weekend. We received a call Friday afternoon that Jeremy’s cousin’s little boy drown at Lake Alatoona after playing on the beach all day.
Even though I don’t know Amy really well, the news made me sick to my stomach. I can only imagine that my questions of how and why are absolutely nothing in comparison to hers. My heart breaks for her and I hate feeling like there’s nothing I can do.
Tate was a typical, high energy, 5 year old, rough and tumble, blonde haired boy. Granted, the only times I saw him were at family reunions or Thanksgiving when all the kids were hopped up on brownies and sweet tea. But I have a sneaky suspicion that it didn’t matter. He was all boy and his parents loved every rambunctious bit of him.
And now tomorrow is his funeral. It just doesn’t make sense.
Tomorrow is also my 9th wedding anniversary. I am thinking that it will be quite an emotional day. Feeling sad and counting my blessings, but probably not feeling like celebrating.
Instead, doing a lot of praying.
Heavenly Father, I pray for Amy and Shannon as they face each day without their precious Tate. Please surround them with love and the peace that only You can bring. May they find comfort and understanding in each others arms. I also pray for Tyler. That the hurt he feels will not bring about a root of bitterness, but one of faith, that You are indeed a loving God, even in the midst of tragic loss. Amen
