Since June 8, divers have been on a recovery mission for the body of a local 3 year-old boy that drowned in Lake Jocassee. He was on the lake with his dad when their sailboat capsized. The boy, wearing a life vest which was believed to have become entangled with the boat somehow, presumably drowned. The lake in which they're looking is up to 300 feet deep in some parts and covered with sunken trees (it's manmade), so the search is difficult.
Every night since June 8 I have sat and watched the local news, hoping to hear that the little boy's body has been found. Every night I shake my head in disbelief as it's reported that the search continues. I could not, WOULD not sleep if I knew my baby's body was in the lake. I hope the search doesn't end. I want them to find that boy's body, because I know his daddy sees the last look on his son's face in his nightmares. I'm sure he replays his actions again and again... "If only I had done something differently..." I know that's what I would do. It would haunt me.
I so want closure for that family. I pray for it each and every day.
Meanwhile, I read this article just a few minutes ago.
While my heart is heavy for the local boy's family, I know the family of the little Michigan girl is rejoicing that she was found alive. Hallelujah! What a miracle!
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