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Shock, Tears, Sharing and Grieving

Updated on October 17, 2014

Hearing that someone has passed away can be an emotional time for anyone. When that person who passed away is a nine year old the shock, tears and emotional roller coaster takes your emotions to a whole new level. An older person dying upsets us, we shed the tears, offer condolences and deal with our emotions. When the life that was lost is a young, sweet innocent child, we are in complete shock, we don't believe what we've been told, tears stain our cheeks and we try to comprehend the words we've heard.

Answering the phone at work on Friday that's what I experienced, a boat load of raw, intense emotional feelings and utter shock. Even today it's still hard to comprehend that the sweet innocent 9 yr old boy with the beautiful long red hair, wise beyond his years lost his life in a tragic accident. Sharing the roller coaster ride of raw emotions were his father, my grandchildren, my daughters and all of our friends ranging from the age of 3 years old to 50 years old. That young boy touched so many lives and never realized the impact he had on each and everyone of us. He has and will always have a special place in all our hearts.

To me, he was a sweet child who was full of compliments, to my granddaughter he was her friend, to my youngest daughter he shared thoughtful conversations, to others he was the friend they played with, swam with, did crafts with, danced with, watched movies with, had circle time with and shared quiet time with.

This young man was his dad's best friend. He was home schooled, very bright and wise beyond his years. With the exception of his working ours his dad spent every minute with his son. He was devoted above and beyond the scope most dad's are. His life is forever altered and I only hope he find solace in the love they shared as father and son. I hope he realizes that in those nine years he gave his son a life far richer in love than most would experience.

Together we grieve, we share through laughter, tears, funny stories, memories and more. Now, in tribute to our friend, who loved seeing someone wear pink nail polish, we will all wear pink nail polish in his honor. We know that he will be up there smiling at all those different shades of pink that well adorn our finger nails and yes, for some of us, even our toe nails.

Rest in peace little buddy. We will miss you always.


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