When I was seven we were in the fields picking cotton when the boss ran over his young infant son. My mother held the baby on the way to the hospital. He died in her arms. Man, that was sad!
When I was nine a fellow classmate was burned to death when a gas can, ignited by the water heater, exploded in the garage. This was before code required the water heater to be off the floor. I remember the funeral. Another sad day.
I pray for this family. The father will live with this for the rest of his life.
God help them.
Because there are so many people who are close, loving, really care and are praying for them in this little town I think that they will be all right. The loving attention of so many can do so much for people at a time like this. May they find peace in the knowledge that their precious son is at home with The LORD now. He wouldn’t want them to be unhappy when he is now so happy in the presence of The LORD.
May God rest his sweet, young soul, and please, bring some comfort to his family and friends. Especially his father...dear Lord, hold him close in his pain.
In His holy name.
Tatt