There has been a lot in the news the past few days about a two-year-old child who was killed by an alligator at a Disney resort. Here is a post from someone named Melissa Fenton who seems to "get" child loss. Here are some excerpts:
Parents, I beg of you, stop blaming and shaming other parents.
35 years ago, a mom shopping in a Sears department store went to look at lamps, and left her six-year-old with another group of boys, who were all trying out the new Atari game at the kiosk. That boy's name was Adam Walsh.
(Also mentioned story of Baby Jessica who fell in a well)
In both cases, a tragedy happened, an unforeseen tragic accident took place which left Adam dead,...
(Everyone supported efforts without question)
Just a country of moms and dads,...watching in horror as a set of parents, one of their own, went through the unthinkable. Adam was our son...
Flash forward to 2016, the year of the PERFECT PARENT.
Yesterday, a two-year-old boy, splashing in the magical lakefront of a Disney resort, succumbed to the wilds of mother nature. An aggressive alligator scooped him out of the water, right under the watch of his father, who attempted to fight with the alligator to free his baby son. Pure horror. Sheer terror. Parents who had to actually watch their son be taken from them, as if they were in some African nature documentary.
A tragic and unforeseeable accident. An accident.
I weep for the mother and father. I am sick with anguish for the pain, agony, misery and regret pulsating through their veins this very second. And I bet you are too.
But not everyone is.
You see, we live in a time where accidents are not allowed to happen. You heard me. Accidents of any form, in any way, and at any time, well, they just don't happen anymore.
(Why-blamers and shamers)
And how are accidents allowed to happen if we can't blame someone? Surely they can't, right? I mean, random acts of nature, unpreventable tragedies, and fateful life changing events that take place in a matter of nanoseconds cannot possibly take place if everyone is being a responsible parent, right? NOPE.
Have you ever been to a child's funeral before?
I have.
The funeral of a (your!) child is an event in life that you never, ever want to experience.
In the coming weeks, these parents will fly back to their home in Nebraska without one of their children...
They will meet with a funeral director, pick out a tiny casket, a tiny burial suit and, surrounded by family, they will bury their baby boy.
And they will suffer every day for the rest of their life.
To the mother and father who went for a walk on vacation for the last time with their little boy yesterday, I am deeply sorry that you had to experience the worst kind of tragedy possible, an accident. I grieve with you. Your baby was my baby. Your son was my son. I have nothing but love for you, love to help you get through the pain yesterday, today, and for what is gonna seem like a thousand tomorrows. I wrap my thoughts and prayers around your aching heart and soul. May the God of the universe in some miraculous way bring peace to you and your family.
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