A friend lost her adult son in a car accident this week. He was a wonderful, loving, responsible young man. He was hit head on by a semi truck because he was going the wrong way on the interstate. No drugs or alcohol were involved. He was probably overtired because of the number of hours he had worked.
This tragedy was so unexpected that it has rocked our parish and community. In my world, this would be one of three possible outcomes for my son. The idea of losing a son has been fretted and worried over in mental preparation for something that can't be mentally prepared for. I've tried negotiating with God in an effort to save my son. I've done a lot of work to accept the fact that he is only mine for a while and God could ask for his return at any given moment.
But, this friend has the most beautiful faith that I've ever witnessed. Our mutual friend went to offer comfort and prayers and as she was leaving, this beautiful boy's mother said, "Heaven must be thrilled to have gained such a wonderful soul as that of my baby......and I keep hoping it's a mistake."
I was humbled by her strength and grace.
You just never know. We just never know. If only I could learn to live each day....each minute as it was intended and learn to live in anticipation of God's next move instead of placing ignorant expectation upon it......
Today I offer a prayer for the soul of Rick. I pray for strength and comfort of his family. I pray for each family out there who waits for the other shoe to drop. I pray for our addicted loved ones and for Henry.