He had his little tiny puppy dog on a leash.
I was practicing my golf swing, trying to get
unafraid of using the club again after my wrist surgery.
The day was warm after the rain we had been praying for.
We laughed at first about my swing and his swing.
And then we talked. And then he cried.
He is mourning the loss of his precious son.
His son who died too young and too handsome and with
so many hopes and dreams for himself.
He can’t stop crying and either can his wife, the mother of
the child who has gone home to be with God.
I hugged him, but it is not enough.
What is enough? What can help his pain and grief?
His self recrimination?
The thought that is posed... “Did we do enough? Why is he gone?”
Who can even imagine such a pain?
Who can help this daddy and mommy heal?
Where do they go from here?
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