I didn’t know him. He was a few degrees of separation from my sons—close friends with friends of theirs. But this week, the pain of living became too much for this young boy and he ended his life.
Everyone is reeling from the news. I can’t begin to imagine the searing hot nightmare of shock and confusion his parents and loved ones are experiencing. How can time be rolled back and a different road taken? Grief cracks open the heart.
Too many young people have died in this small town, either by accident or choice—three of the same age over the past year—and we all ask why in anguish. Is there something that could have been done to turn the tide? How many more are at risk, living at the edge of our view?
These are truly hard times we live in now—more so for some among us who find themselves trapped by limited opportunities. How can we sustain ourselves through these dark days of contraction? How can our youth ride the wave of emotional upheaval and uncertainty, with faith that a brighter day will come?
It is impossible to know the depths of another’s despair. We need compassion for ourselves when we miss the signs. Still we must try with all our might to be there for each other—to connect and share our stories of heartache and triumph; to show that although the journey is full of storms and high seas, the gift of life is precious and worth living; that broken hearts do mend and obstacles do clear; that grace will come again and through our love for each other, we can calm the waters and find peace.
Come to Me
Come to me, my lost one
I’ll give you love
I’ll share my heart
Rest in my arms
Let go and weep
I’ll hold you ‘till the last sigh
Washes you deep
Let go all your fears and sleep, sleep.