Whew. It’s been a doozy of a week, and it’s only Wednesday. I’m trying to get excited about our trip to Disney World (we leave this weekend), but it’s proving to be a challenge when there’s so much strife and sadness both locally and globally. It’s times like this I have to rely heavily on my faith. What else is there?
The most pressing thing on my heart is the death of a teenage boy from Todd’s side of the family. His aunt is my sister-in-law, and we’ve seen him around holidays, at weddings, and beach trips. His name was Hunter. Hunter was very handsome, always smiling, and friendly. Monday night, he and two friends were in a car accident. He passed away from injuries related to the accident. The boys were wearing their seat belts and alcohol was not a factor. But no matter the exact circumstances, a life has been taken entirely too soon.
He has one brother, and the two boys are the apples of their mother’s eye. They are around the same age apart as my sister and me and as my two boys. I know firsthand the closeness of siblings born that close together. For the rest of his life, the surviving brother will miss his sidekick.
Furthermore, I cannot even imagine how his mom and dad are coping. I barely survived the death of my sweet mom and still struggle daily without her on this earth, but I can’t imagine losing a child.
Please say a prayer for this family and hold them close to your heart. There’s been so much death in my life over the past six months, I’ve matured in ways I never wanted to at age 37. First my sister’s father-in-law, then my own mother, and now Hunter. It’s just so horribly tragic and everyone is utterly heartbroken. I always think of this piece of scripture when people are grieving in such a dark, hopeless way.
Then before we found out about Hunter, I was having a hard time dealing with all that’s going on in our country and decisions being made by our new president. I’m such a person of compassion that the thought of turning away refugee women and children hurts me to the core. I won’t go into politics on today’s post. I just don’t have the stamina to even talk about it right now. Sometimes when I feel really melancholy about life in general, it’s hard to get fired up about anything. I did write a newspaper column earlier in the week about the situation. It’s a column I’m very proud of and a cause I’m passionate about.
Now on to the best part of my week. Planning for Disney! Despite my adult woes and mental battles, I’ve got two little boys in my house that are beyond giddy that we leave a couple short days for Disney World. Neither of them have ever been, so they’re beyond ecstatic. We’ve been gearing up for months, putting together Mickey and Minnie puzzles, watching Star Wars movies and reading books, collecting Disney pins for their lanyards, making dining reservations, and so on and so forth.
These two little boys are everything to me. When things seem to be going awry all over the place, they make me smile with my whole being. And I must admit, I’m getting quite stoked about wearing my Mickey and Minnie shirts, riding some rides, and trying to reconnect with my free spirit that’s been hiding away for a couple of weeks.
And again, please say a sweet prayer for this family we know, a prayer asking God to give them strength and the ability to hold onto memories that will come to mean so very much to them. I find myself pausing for lengthy periods of time just staring at pictures of my mom or recalling memories.
It’s hard. So hard. It’s hard to always miss them and hard to understand why things happen the way they do. I’m learning nothing ever quite feels the same after losing someone so close to the heart.
They’ll have to rely on faith, family, and friends. In the darkest of days, that’s all that matters.