There are no words that can accurately describe the loss of a child.
Today at around 1:30 PM I got a email from a friend that said my friend’s son had been hit by a car and was being lifeflighted to the hospital. He didn’t make it. For about ten minutes I walked around the house, unable to process what I had just heard. I didn’t want to think that this little boy, who I knew so well had been taken from this life. What made it more real was that his name was Carter. He was seven. I have a son who is eight named Carter. Our sons had played together so many times.
For the next two hours I was unable to work or pretty much do anything. Sudden death is like a syndrome that just takes over. It makes no sense and arrests my body of its strength. I have no control over my own emotions. I weep as I write this.
Did I say there are no words that can accurately describe the loss of a child.
I sometimes wonder if God cried for his own son? Did he weep when Jesus hung on the cross? Did he agonize over the cost of what it took to reveal how far love would go? I have to believe the answer is yes.
Please lift up Brandon and Alicia if you can.
