Yesterday I went to my first ever child's funeral. It was for a 5-year old boy that was in Pre-K last year. He wasn't in my class, but I knew him very well. He was in kindergarten this year and was killed in a car wreck.
It was the saddest, most pitiful thing I've ever witnessed. He had a terrible home life and his mom, who wasn't even in the picture when he was in Pre-K, was there yesterday. His uncle, who was driving the car, was there, too. He's in a wheelchair, had hip surgery, had a brace on his knee, and both arms were broken. I can't imagine what he must be going through. Or any of them, for that matter.
It was so sad to be there. It was very hard to lose my dad, but he had lived a pretty good life. Aaron was only 5 years old! He didn't even get to finish kindergarten. I can't imagine.
I know some amazingly, strong people that have gone through this and I admire them. I pray that the Lord will use this to touch his family and draw them closer to Him. I pray that He will give them comfort and peace in this difficult time and help them to remember all the wonderful times with Aaron.
Please join me in praying.