A community in mourning:

{Kindly Borrowed from:  http://mothergrievinglossofchild.blogspot.com/2012/06/saturdays-sayings-surviving-child-loss.html}

Yesterday a child lost his fight to stay alive.  What had been a fun summer day, of swimming and playfulness turned to tragedy in the blink of an eye, and as I type these words to you, there is a family who is grieving worse than any of us dare imagine.

Every status of all of my friends on facebook, is that of heartbreak for this little boy who's feet once pitter pattered across the hearts of all who met him, and in times like these, there are just no words to offer comfort to someone suffering a loss of this magnatude, but I want to try anyway. 

Complete strangers' hearts have been affected, a community darkened by the loss of the light of one of our own.  I'd take the pain of my three dislocated ribs and I'd take it with joy to avoid the pain this loss is causing so many.

I did not know this child, I at a time knew his Mother.  She being younger than I, but attending the same school, and her brother was my classmate.  I remember her as a young girl, pretty blonde hair and a smile that could light up a room, I just imagine her son likely had her qualities, her uniqueness, a part of her own soul.

I have heard this family has already suffered the loss of a child, and now must endure this second loss, and It's so easy to shake a fist to the heavens and say "WHY GOD, WHY?!?!  WHY WOULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!?!" and it's only natural to do so, because our earthly comprehension, cannot understand Divine intervention.  Our human hearts, can not fathom Godly love and Divine destiny.

I read a quote and it made me feel uplifted, and it was: 

"An Angel in the book of life wrote down my baby's birth. And whispered as she closed the book "too beautiful for earth."
~Author Unknown

Perhaps little Drew K. was just too precious, to special, too close to God's heart for him to be down here for long.  Perhaps some lives are too pure to leave here on earth where they will see things that might taint their purity....and he was just too special for a fate less than spectacular.

I don't know if you read the book "Heaven is for Real" or not, but it's about this little boy, who got very very sick, and while in his near death state, had a near death experience.  One that had him meeting God, and walking the street's of heaven, unafraid, enthusiastic, and while up there, he met his sister, who didn't have a name, because she died before she was born.  The little boy who inspired the book, had no idea he'd had a sister who died before she was born, and did so before even HE was born, but he met her in heaven, and he said she looked just like him.  He didn't die, he came back, and I believe he came back to share his story, so parents like Drew's would know that Heaven's for real.  And little boys and girls who are taken away, are up there waiting for them, loving them from afar and are in good hands until they can be reunited.  Never once was the boy in the book afraid, or worried, or alone.  He met his family who'd passed on before him, he met all the people he'd learned about at Sunday School....and he was not afraid.

Some come back to share a message....while others go on to live the promise.

Countless prayers went up on Drew's behalf when he was still here on earth, and countless more will go up for his family, for peace, for strength, for healing.  I will continue to pray for them, as I hope you will do as well.

In closing, I leave you with this poem:

{Picture kindly borrowed from:  http://mothergrievinglossofchild.blogspot.com/2012/06/saturdays-sayings-surviving-child-loss.html"

Children spend their dash with child-like enthusiasm, and love.  A child's time is unlike ours, days are spend playing not working, they love purely, without lust, or other conflicting feelings.  They believe in fairytales, and promises, and superheroes.  Four little years of life, while they seem grievously short to us, they were a lifetime of love and fun, and cookies and crayons to a child.  When they leave, they don't regret the life they lost, they revel in the eternal life they're given.

I sincerely hope this blog doesn't offend anyone who might read it, I don't pretend to know anything more about this than any other outsider looking in, but it was on my heart, and on the hearts of so many, I just felt compelled to write this today, in part to comfort, in part to commemorate, and in part to commiserate with others who's hearts are saddened as mine is by yesterday's news.

Deepest Sympathies for everyone affected,

~Heather Lynn~

For those of you soothed by music, listen to this....