Multiple Moments

There was a teen suicide in a nearby community. The family was understandably devastated. The friends were distraught. The school was saddened. The community was shaken at its core. The very place that their children were to feel safe was the place that they were at the most risk.
I involuntarily started recalling moments through the Crazies’ short lives that would replay if I were to lose one of them. Morbid, I know, but it shook me and my brain reacted in inexplicable ways.
I couldn’t help but put myself in that mother’s shoes, just for a moment (to stay is way too painful), and seek a glimpse at the deepest empathy.
I’d like to share a few of the moments, bad and good, that came to attention during these difficult days…
I’m not writing this to take some random walk down Memory Lane, but to let us all stop for a moment to focus on what’s really important. We’re all rushing around this world trying to get to this and make it to that, but we’re missing so much in the process. The little moments that occur are surely something worth discussing with each other, right?
I wonder what little moments this girl’s parents discussed while planning her funeral. I wonder which moments they were reminded of by her three surviving sisters. I wonder what moments she would have wanted memorialized. We’ll never know.
Get your multiple moments down as often as possible. Talk about them with your kids. Reminisce with your husband. They’ll be the most important moments of all (even if some of them were torture to live through).
What were some of your BEST and WORST? What will you remember when you’re further down the road.
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Awesome post, Rebecca! Life is so much about the little things…
omg…When I first read about the suicide on Rebecca’s blog, my heart broke…but now its in a million pieces. I can’t even imagine being in those parents’ shoes and hope I never have to be. My oldest brother passed away 2 years ago (at the age of 40) and his death is by far the hardest thing my parents have ever faced. They still grieve daily and his life was much fuller than this young girls. I hope and pray none of us have to face the same fear in reality.