Before you woke up this morning…
It was early this morning, that… a mom… to three boys, three beautiful boys… trying to keep them safe… trying to protect them… ended up lying on the ground outside her home, stabbed by the man who had years before vowed to love and cherish her. Emergency services rushed her to the hospital where she was able to tell them who had done this to her… before she died.
I knew that mom. I know those boys. The two oldest are in the same grades as my two oldest grandsons. They attended the same elementary school. I saw them and knew them from school functions. I had been to their house, to pick up my grandsons following an afternoon of swimming… laughing… enjoying childhood as it ought to be enjoyed… carefree.
Of course, this was all before the pandemic. I haven’t seen anyone from the school for over a year now. But I remember the boys… and their mom.
My son-in-law grew up with that mom, attending elementary and then high school together. He knew her parents and family, had even known the husband. He told me this afternoon that it had dawned on him after he had heard the news that at the same time he was getting up this morning, between 4 and 5am, and getting ready for work, she was being attacked, she was being killed. We both stood there thinking about that for a moment.
My heart hurts for those young boys, three brothers with heads of brilliant red hair… sweet boys. She was a sweet mother. I understand they have family to look after them, family that loves them, that loved their mom, that is now grieving along with them the loss of a daughter, sister and mother. My heart hurts deeply for them.
I want to write more on this, on the devastation of domestic violence, but my heart hurts too much right now. I will write more. There is much to write, but for now… I need to grieve… for three beautiful red-headed boys. Life for them has taken a hard turn and we’re all breathless with them as we all adjust. Keep them in your thoughts and prayers.
I will write more.
All Things Elda 