My son is 14.
Today he watched a young man drown rescuing a friend.
He is 5000 miles away... and I want to be able to hug him, to pray with him, to be there for him.
I just feel so helpless, and so sad for the young man and his family...
He was a Christian... he laid down his life for a friend, and I know that he has a special place tonight with the Lord he loved...
But... I can't stop crying... not for him, but for those he leaves behind... and for my boy, who has never really experienced death close to. And I feel selfish worrying about my son when another mother has lost hers...
Sorry.. I don't know why I'm writing this... I just need to get it out, and this seems the safest place to be.
Thanks for being there, all of you.
Today he watched a young man drown rescuing a friend.
He is 5000 miles away... and I want to be able to hug him, to pray with him, to be there for him.
I just feel so helpless, and so sad for the young man and his family...
He was a Christian... he laid down his life for a friend, and I know that he has a special place tonight with the Lord he loved...
But... I can't stop crying... not for him, but for those he leaves behind... and for my boy, who has never really experienced death close to. And I feel selfish worrying about my son when another mother has lost hers...
Sorry.. I don't know why I'm writing this... I just need to get it out, and this seems the safest place to be.
Thanks for being there, all of you.




