This week I wish to share with you a different thought as a 15-year old girl lost her life in a bizarre accident on January 13th in Winfield.
I have been thinking about the loss of a young life and the stress the community and staff at the District of Lake Country are all feeling from this tragic event. I put myself in the girl’s parents shoes and feel the agony they must be experiencing right now. Parents, many say, are not meant to outlive their children. There is a different kind of grief when that happens. Blame and anger become stronger and a terrible sense of void takes over our lives.
Whether or not we believe in a life after death or a God or a spiritual existence (in whatever form we believe it may manifest itself) the reality is: such a tragedy hurts and it will for the rest of our lives.
I don’t know how to sooth a soul in pain, but we all have a responsibility to comfort and help and move on for the benefit of those who are still with us. Words will not give life back to those who lost it, and death is no respecter of age or gender or social circumstances. But we still need to be there for those who remain.
I find a bit of comfort in the following poem by Robert Browning Hamilton:
“I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say
I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me.”
I hope you find comfort in those words too.