Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Yesterday a sinkhole swallowed up a building at a resort near Orlando, Florida. We know all about sinkholes. The one that Noah's death opened up in our midst is gaping wider everyday, threatening to pull us under. If he were to walk back into our midst, I doubt he would recognize the family landscape.
That being said, we have reasons to be hopeful: there is a strong web of love between us as well and a wondrous sense of the preciousness of children, big and small, and the feeling that Noah is close to each and everyone of his siblings just as he was when he was still alive.
Noah loved his family with all his heart. No torrent can sweep that bedrock away. One day it will be the foundation on which healing begins.