Timing

I was starting to write my blog about some trivial thought about Barak Obama surfing in Hawaii and a shark attack. But then a friend of mine called. Her step-son was killed in an ATV accident. I feel horrible for her family. I just cannot imagine the loss of a child. I have an Aunt that has had three of her five children die. It is so tragic of a loss. Especially of someone that we think is to young or should not be going home to Our Heavenly Father yet.
David had a brother that died at the age of six. Dave's mom hardly spoke of him, it was so painful of a memory. When Dave's mom passed away, his dad had such a hard time, because the feelings of loss for that son came rushing back to him, coupled with losing his wife. Dave's dad had been with Kenny the day he was hurt. When we were cleaning our garage in California we came across a trunk full of Kenny's drawings, and other "school" related stuff. His parents had kept that trunk in their garage for over 35 years. That trunk is now in our basement.
For me this experience has always made me cautious for my little children. I sort of breath a sigh of relief when they pass their sixth birthday. But for my friends and Aunt their children were young adults or mature adults, just going before your parents doesn't seem like the natural progression of things. We never know when our time is coming, even when ill, the end comes as a thief in the night. I hope my friends will have the reassurance that they will see their son again. It is such a hard thing to lose, physically, one of your family. I hope that they will be comforted.