Posted on 11/12/2008 9:40:40 AM PST by betty boop
Tears and prayers sent to the Holy of Holies!
Heartfelt prayers for Diamond and his family in their grief. May the Holy Spirit comfort them.
Yes! Our prayers are for you all. Our God is the great Comforter, His Son was murdered, He understands like no man can. “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.” (1 Corinthians 15:26)
Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast. Safe in the arms of Jesus, sweetly his soul shall rest.God be with you.
Prayers to all the family. May God give them the strength to get through this.
God Almighty. I just said a prayer for this poor family.
In God’s wide mercy there is refuge for the tormented and the sorrowful. I pray that He will reach out loving arms to the sick man, to his younger brother, and to his parents.
Prayers for God’s comfort,strength and peace.
Prayer BUMP
I join in prayer, understanding and grief for this family.
My prayers to them in their hour of need.
Romans 8:28,
Eric
My heartfelt sympathies and prayers.
Gonzo
Prayers for all.
The Lord protect Peter and comfort Mother and Father of these brothers. My own family of first cousins have endured this same tragedy, and the emphasis needs to be focused upon Peter and sustaining him from the depression he will endure now.
Prayers offered.
You are in our hearts and prayers. God bless you and your family!
So sorry. Prayers going up!
Prayers offered.
My wife and I suffered a similar loss, 3 1/2 years ago. My wife was half way through her dose-dense (high dosage rate) chemotherapy for breast cancer when our older son had a seizure while laying on his bed, got turned face down, and smothered. My wife was attending a cancer survivors group meeting, so David and I were home alone.
I was in another room and heard nothing, although we had talked just a few minutes earlier when we both answered the phone (on separate extensions).
The phone rang again, perhaps 20 minutes later, but he did not answer. I called to him, looked outside to see if his car was still there, and finally opened his door to see him lying on the bed, the back of his upper arms a ghastly bluish color. I tried CPR, obviously, but even that took a little time because his room was very cluttered and I had to get him turned over in a very small space, as well as to call 911.
I worked myself to total exhaustion, and would not quit until the medic was in position to take over, and I had to be helped out of the room - but all for naught. I had been able to restore color to his cheeks, but it was too late to revive him. My wife returned a couple of hours later, to see the fire truck, ambulance, and police at our house. A friend and neighbor - and retired minister - told her what had happened, to spare me the burden. I actually believe that her condition protected her from the intense devastation I felt, but magnified it for me.
But life does go on, and I can (usually) think about him without tears now. The exception was a few months ago, when his cat had to be put down due to recurrent cancer. I was surprised at how much the loss of that living link to my son affected me. That cat had chosen to spend a lot of time in my lap after David died, and I felt a connection to my son through him.
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