Saturday, July 30, 2011
Monday, August 17, 2009
When our family moved into our home in the late 90's we were introduced to only one family in our neighborhood. We were never overly close with them however; when we needed one of the bare necessities of the powder room they gladly provided. The Mom of the family was a RN with a Master's degree and Dad had a nice steady job; together they had two sons. At that time the oldest was just starting highschool and the youngest was in middle school. We watched the sons, from across the way, grow up. They bought cars, washed them, washed their friends cars, and their parents cars; it seemed they were always washing cars. At times on the 4th of July we would grab chairs, watch their display of fireworks, and all chat...just sharing life for the moment.
These days things are much differant at that home now it looks sad and lonely. The Mom suffered with a lenghty illness and was hospitalized; the youngest son, now an adult, was on his way to see her; had an accident and was instantly killed. As ill as Mom was she showed remarkable strength walking down the isle of the church during his memorial service; shortly afterward she passed away. Within a matter of months, one evening I came home to a plethora of law enforcement cars and instantly I knew something bad was wrong...the Dad too had passed. The oldest son at first would come to the home, but as sad as it is for me, I can't even began to think of how he feels. I haven't seen him in quit a while which is understandable with three core family members passing in such a short time seems quite unbearable. Yesterday a young friend posted on fb that "Without Love there is no Life". As I drove up today looking at the lonely house I was thinking about how true it is. There is no Love nor Life in the house anymore. Only left there now is the lonely house that use to be a home filled with Love.
These days things are much differant at that home now it looks sad and lonely. The Mom suffered with a lenghty illness and was hospitalized; the youngest son, now an adult, was on his way to see her; had an accident and was instantly killed. As ill as Mom was she showed remarkable strength walking down the isle of the church during his memorial service; shortly afterward she passed away. Within a matter of months, one evening I came home to a plethora of law enforcement cars and instantly I knew something bad was wrong...the Dad too had passed. The oldest son at first would come to the home, but as sad as it is for me, I can't even began to think of how he feels. I haven't seen him in quit a while which is understandable with three core family members passing in such a short time seems quite unbearable. Yesterday a young friend posted on fb that "Without Love there is no Life". As I drove up today looking at the lonely house I was thinking about how true it is. There is no Love nor Life in the house anymore. Only left there now is the lonely house that use to be a home filled with Love.
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