08.31.06
When Tragedy Strikes
It’s amazing how our lives can change from one minute to the next. Eight days ago I was living my routine life and doing all the routine things. Then I got a phone call from my daughter in Tennessee. In a soft, pathetic little voice, she whimpered “Sara’s gone.”
Sara is my grandson’s two-year-old, blonde and chatty, with the most amazing sky-blue eyes you ever saw. Since she is a typical, active toddler, my first thought was that she had wandered away. Through sobs, I heard that Sara had found her way into my daughter’s pool and drowned. She was missing for less than five minutes, opened a door she was never able to reach, walked across tall grass that before she had always insisted on being carried over, and managed to climb the steep stairs to the above ground pool. All of the impossible little details that changed her life and ours forever.
Our faith and strong family care helped us all through the days ahead. We hugged together, cried together, devoured pictures, and talked about all the good memories we still have. Of course, we would give anything to have Sara with us again, but we know that she is safe in the arms of Jesus and He will care for her much better than we ever could.
Goodbye, my dear Sara. Great-gramma loves you very much!