It has been one week since the Whole Family went down. I still find myself in tears at times. Tears for the families and tears because my heart feels broken. Wasn't "close" to them but I knew them--grew up with them and their siblings.
The shock and heartache is still so very visible. People still expressing their unbelief of what happened.
For several days my voice has been missing. Just a quiet, raspy voice is all that has been left. I am sure that it is the emotional stress that caused it to leave. It is better today but still rather hoarse and forced.
I haven't gone to White Head. For one thing, with this bit of a cold, I don't need to pass it on to the families. They have enough to deal with right now. I don't know if Sharons youngest, Douglas has gone back to school yet...if he has, I don't know how he is managing. I can't blame him if he hasn't. And I don't know what to say...oh, I know, I don't really need to say anything. They have heard it all and are probably tired of hearing it. Even though many, if not all of them are Christians they probably don't want to hear that the men are in heaven now. They don't need someone telling them that God decided it was their time or whatever other words people are saying. There comes a time when its just time to be quiet...there really is nothing to be said and nothing that will bring comfort.
I pray often for the families...that God will heal their broken hearts and will work through this for His good.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Such sadness
I can't stop crying today. I try and dry the tears and before I can get then all wiped away, I start again.
They called off the search for Harold and Cory Cossaboom. I have heard rumors that they found the boat, other rumors that they found an oil slick but have not yet actually found the boat. Either way...Its been 2 nights and search has come up with debris that was identified as belonging to the "Whole Family".
Harold is my brother, Roberts, age. Older than me by 4 years. Cory is several years younger than I am. We grew up on the same little Island of White Head. With a population of no more than 150, it is safe to say that everyone knew everyone. Kids certainly had little choice in picking a friend of the same age as you were lucky to find 3 or 4 kids the same age as you.
As far as Harold went, he was lucky to have several guys his age. Robert, Mackie, Jamie, Mark and for a time, Scott...Scott moved off of White Head after a few years. Generally, if you heard the name Harold, the names Mark and Jamie followed closely behind. The three were like brothers. They hung out together a lot.
One of my first memories of Cory is holding him in my arms when he was a baby. His blue eyes were huge. Almost mesmerising. He was born with a cleft palate, and while I remember seeing the way his lips were different from other peoples, I don't remember that it mattered. He was such a sweet little boy.
So many memories are flowing through my mind right now...I can't possibly type them all. How can I possibly write about our childhoods and the memories when so few people can truly understand the tight knit community of White Head? I don't think the words are there for me to explain because it is something you have to experience.
I am sure that both of these men were Christians. Cory was so active in the Church. His speech was difficult to understand but he was willing to repeat himself so he could be understood. He was often first to offer a hand at anything that needed to be done. Harold was more in the background, but I do believe he was a born again believer.
I have reminded myself time and again that the second these men left this earth, they were safe with Jesus where there is no more sorrow or pain. Yet it doesn't stop the heartache here on this earth. I think of Harolds wife and children. Of his mom and sisters and the sisters children. I think of Corys mom. The young woman he was supposed to marry this summer, his sister and her children. Cory just lost his dad less than 6 months ago. His mom lost her husband and her son in such a short time. How do you cope with such pain?
The Island is in mourning. Of this I am sure. Yes, life will continue on, but many hearts are aching for the loss of these men and for their families.
They called off the search for Harold and Cory Cossaboom. I have heard rumors that they found the boat, other rumors that they found an oil slick but have not yet actually found the boat. Either way...Its been 2 nights and search has come up with debris that was identified as belonging to the "Whole Family".
Harold is my brother, Roberts, age. Older than me by 4 years. Cory is several years younger than I am. We grew up on the same little Island of White Head. With a population of no more than 150, it is safe to say that everyone knew everyone. Kids certainly had little choice in picking a friend of the same age as you were lucky to find 3 or 4 kids the same age as you.
As far as Harold went, he was lucky to have several guys his age. Robert, Mackie, Jamie, Mark and for a time, Scott...Scott moved off of White Head after a few years. Generally, if you heard the name Harold, the names Mark and Jamie followed closely behind. The three were like brothers. They hung out together a lot.
One of my first memories of Cory is holding him in my arms when he was a baby. His blue eyes were huge. Almost mesmerising. He was born with a cleft palate, and while I remember seeing the way his lips were different from other peoples, I don't remember that it mattered. He was such a sweet little boy.
So many memories are flowing through my mind right now...I can't possibly type them all. How can I possibly write about our childhoods and the memories when so few people can truly understand the tight knit community of White Head? I don't think the words are there for me to explain because it is something you have to experience.
I am sure that both of these men were Christians. Cory was so active in the Church. His speech was difficult to understand but he was willing to repeat himself so he could be understood. He was often first to offer a hand at anything that needed to be done. Harold was more in the background, but I do believe he was a born again believer.
I have reminded myself time and again that the second these men left this earth, they were safe with Jesus where there is no more sorrow or pain. Yet it doesn't stop the heartache here on this earth. I think of Harolds wife and children. Of his mom and sisters and the sisters children. I think of Corys mom. The young woman he was supposed to marry this summer, his sister and her children. Cory just lost his dad less than 6 months ago. His mom lost her husband and her son in such a short time. How do you cope with such pain?
The Island is in mourning. Of this I am sure. Yes, life will continue on, but many hearts are aching for the loss of these men and for their families.
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