Losing a child

Last week, my husband came home from work and told me something devastating. A Marine he worked with in San Diego (and whom I had met at the squadron Christmas party along with her two little girls) was set to be stationed here in Pensacola. The Marine, Delia, was on leave visiting family in the Midwest and was going to be headed down here when she was in a tragic car accident. She was in the car with her two young daughters, ages 2 and 4. Delia was critically hurt, and her sweet 4 year old daughter was killed. The 2-year-old was, thankfully, okay. I was jolted and heartbroken to hear this news. All I could do was pray and pray for Delia and her family. I also couldn't help thinking that for the most part I knew what they were feeling, and I also wished that there was some way I could take the suffering of losing a child away from them, though I knew I couldn't. In a way, I sit here and think to myself "I just can't imagine," but I can. I guess I can't imagine such an unexpected and violent loss. With Glennie, we knew his passing would be coming. That doesn't make it any easier to deal with, but I guess it's the shock value that gets to me. Our shock came more when Glennie was diagnosed, and it had time to dissipate a little before he passed. Still, losing a child is losing a child, whether you see it coming or it comes suddenly and shockingly. Either way it happens, God has a plan for it and plans to use it for good, whether we realize it or not. I am thankful to know this, and I pray that others who lose people they love will know this, too. Whenever I hear of tragedies like this, whether it be somebody you worked with or Michael Jackson or Farrah Fawcett, I pray fervently that the families of the deceased will turn to God in their sorrow and not away.