One Week Later

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.