…shuffling from the back of the class, where I have clearly forgotten the assignment…
I have seen too many parents who are forced to plan funerals for their children.
The thought is almost paralyzing to me; it terrifies me and makes me achingly sad. The mere thought of something even happening to any of the kids – It’s too much. It’s so sad, so scary.
I don’t know how they do it. How do you pick out an outfit? How do you clean their room? I would close the door and never open it. I can’t imagine having to dig down and find that strength.
I’m reminded of Cassie’s mom, Jackie. I grew up with this family, they are the closest thing to aunt and cousins that I have. We are closer than I am with some members of my own family.
When Cassie was in her accident, it was right in front of her parents’ house. Aunt Jackie didn’t realize who it was, and when she heard the accident she said a prayer and continued with her breakfast… And then came the knock on the door.
Later that day, she comforted the rest of us – She was so stoic and strong and reassured us that we would find the strength to go on as well. She held fast to her faith, God has a plan she said. It was her faith that brought her through.
I don’t have faith like that. I’m not sure what I have, but I do know I hope I am never forced to come to grips with it. I don’t want to find out if I can be THAT strong.