I know we have discussed in the past the fact that there are often specific things that get in the way of progress and how important it is to acknowledge and address them in order to resume forward momentum. I wanted to share something that has happened recently that has really taken me off track.
My family joined my best friend from college and her family in a cabin in West Virginia for what was supposed to be a fun weekend. Her sister’s children (ages 17, 15, 13, and 10) and my sons (ages 15, 12, and 10) went into the lake to swim. Their 17-year-old son, whom I have known since he was a baby, drowned. His brother tried to save him, but he kept pulling him down as people who are drowning tend to do. My son dove in and tried to find him, but was unable. The boy’s father was standing by the side of the lake screaming for help because he could not swim and all he could do was watch helplessly from the bank. I was taking a nap and they ran in and yanked me out of bed…I ran down a gravel hill in bare feet and dove into the lake, but could not save him either. All of my children and my husband witnessed this tragedy and my middle son was standing by the lake screaming and screaming when I got there. I am a good swimmer, but almost drowned as well because there was something wrong with the water. It was so heavy and full of muck that the divers could not find the body until after searching the rest of that day, almost all night, and into the next day because they could not even see their instruments or their hands in front of their faces. The water turned out to only go about 3 yards and then dropped to 14 feet. There was a grate pulling at the bottom or the water, creating a current underneath, which is why it felt to me (and to all of the others who dove in to find him) like the water was sucking us down. The boy drowned wearing the swimming suit he borrowed from my eldest son.
I have had a hard time concentrating on my work since then because I can’t get the pictures out of my mind of the drowning and of the aftermath, which was in some ways worse than witnessing the drowning…watching the devastation on the father’s face as he collapsed on the bank after realizing too much time had passed to save him, the mother screaming and vomiting and collapsing, the whole family falling to pieces all around us. Anyway, if you are someone who does pray, please keep this family in your prayers and also for my children who witnessed this tragic event.
Edited by: UNIQUEBLUE at: 9/17/2012 (23:21)
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