Is it appropriate to write when your family suffered a tragedy on New Years Day?
My three year old, great-nephew, was killed in a tragic accident. At first, it was difficult to even talk about it.
I have not felt like writing. Dormant thoughts, surfaced, once again–back to December 1990, when our infant grandson passed away.
Why did family tragedies seem to visit over the Holidays?
At breakfast, a dark-haired, ten-year old boy at the next table, reminded me of what my great-nephew would have been. It wasn’t right to think that way.
It wasn’t fair–it helped to pray. There’s been a tremendous outpouring of love and support in the past few days.