When Aidan was three, his dad died. He was swimming by himself in the pool at their apartment, and hit his head hard enough to stun himself and drown. It was unexpected, sudden and tragic. There was a Rosary at the funeral home, and a funeral the next day. Both ceremonies were in Spanish, and, as you can imagine, very emotional.
Chandra was devastated. It was awful.
And Aidan was three. Luis's family took it for granted that Aidan would attend the funeral. Jim and I didn't want him to, but we also didn't want to put Chandra in the middle of an argument. Through most of the ceremony, Jim took him outside.
A few days later, at our house, he was almost asleep on the couch, and my cookie timer went off. He started to cry. When we tried to soothe him he said, "Get the door." He said it a couple of times before we figured out that he thought the cookie timer was the doorbell. As I tried to show him that it was a timer and not the doorbell, he got more and more upset, sobbing and shrieking, "GET the DOOR!"
Finally, in total frustration, he yelled, "GET THE DOOR! IT'S MY DADDY!"
~chills~
Oh, that poor child, Ronni!
ReplyDeleteSuch a terrible tragedy for Chandra and Aidan. Thank goodness you were there for them.
Luis's family was devastated, as well. The tragedy played itself out a year later, when his mother hanged herself.
ReplyDeleteIt was a very bad time.
How awful! I have felt dreadful about this all morning.
ReplyDeleteI know it is not the same thing, but we have lost trace of my grandson's Dad. He moved from Vancouver to Toronto, and didn't leave a forwarding address or phone number. Then we moved, and couldn't get our number transferred. What a mess!
Anyway, my Grandson keeps asking when we are going to find him. We feel just awful.
Your situation is so final, though, Ronni. Terribly sad!
I still can't find that dang pack of licorice!
ReplyDeleteI didn't mean to ruin your whole morning!
ReplyDeleteI guess I was just thinking about Luis, having seen one of his sisters and his brother and niece on Sunday.
That was probably a bit of an overstatement, Ronni. Sorry!
ReplyDeleteIt has made me think about ways to try to find Connor's Dad, though. I worry for him.
Good morning, Ronni!
ReplyDeleteThe weather here is erratic, but I don't think I could stand the temperatures that you are having to bear. Not on a continuous basis, anyway.
When it gets to 23 or 24 Celsius here, I start to feel quite irritable. After living in Africa, that is quite surprising...it must be that "becoming acclimatised" thing.
I really don't mind getting the coats, scarves and boots out for the Winter months, as I never wore clothes like that for 45 years.
I've been here for 9 years, so I don't think the Winter months are just a "novelty" anymore.
Have a good day!
I confess to enduring Summer, while I wait for cooler days in the Autumn.
ReplyDeleteWay to go, Ronni!
ReplyDelete10,000 visitors is astounding. How long have you been up and running?
I'm going over to see if there is anything new at the "other" one!
Nope! Nothing new over there.
ReplyDeleteI'd be interested in the unedited version of that story, if there is one!
That is very chilling!
ReplyDeleteHow very sad. That's an awful lot to go through for your daughter and grandson.
Sassy, it was a very hard time for all of us. Aidan is still in counselling for anger issues.
ReplyDeleteUm...Mgt? Shoot me an email telling me which story. This one, or "the other?"