details of the death of a toddler keep coming. this 19 month old baby lived across the street from us. we never saw him. we didn’t know he existed. the family lived there for a few months and we didn’t know it. this event is no more ours to mourn than someone thousands of miles away. maybe that is part of what feels so sick.
reported is that this baby had the worst injuries ever seen in 28 years. my stomach turns, jerry paces the room angry, the kids try to make sense of it. i can hardly breathe when i think of what life might have been for that child. bones broken, skin cut, nails split…but dear god of mercy, i trust his spirit soars and is lighter than it ever was. and dear god of mercy, may his parents know the same someday.