An angel goes home

There have been days in my life I wish to never relive. Today is one of those days. I feel isolated and alone, yet again, when tragedy has stricken my family. I feel helpless so I choose to write to get through the day.

I received a phone call earlier today with the most awful news one can get. My sister's 6 year old boy was hit and killed by a school bus this morning. This had to be a mistake. Things like this don't happen on beautiful sunny days. I feel sick. I feel guilty. I feel useless being so far away.

I picked up Andrew early from school. I had to see him, and yet I felt guilty. My sister has a Kindergartner too. Was she holding his precious body as I held my sweet Andrew? Why was her child taken and not mine? Why is any child taken from this earth?

Of course I know the answer- It was his time to go. He has work to do on the other side and Heavenly Father was calling him home. I imagine Kevin and Steven were there to greet him--to teach him what they have been called by Heavenly Father to do.

I'm sorry that I didn't know little Josh better. I hope that I can live worthy to meet him and learn more about his wonderful spirit when I am sent home. I'm sorry that I don't live closer--just to be there. I'm sorry that I haven't been a better sister. I hope that my sister knows how deeply my heart is breaking for her at this moment.

I pray that their family will be comforted. I pray that Riley and Ainslee will be able to remember their big brother. I pray that Riley will be strengthened and comforted by his brother's spirit. I pray that Cheryl and Chris will have glimpse into heaven this day and for many days to come. I pray that any who read this will join in a prayer with me for this wonderful family, that they may have peace.

Our tomorrow on earth is not guaranteed, but our eternity on high is. May we so live that one day, we can experience the unimaginable joy that comes from living the unspeakable sorrows of today.