I’ve been noticing how I have been altered since John’s phone call the other morning. My feelings of anxiety and apprehension around him have turned to compassion, concern, and support. We live far removed from each other. 800 miles and many years separate us. I’ve only met his family once, perhaps twice, and then only briefly. Our lives have carried on without each other. And yet, of course, with the news of the death of my former husband’s stepson, the estrangement falls away. Rightly so. I want to help. I can’t begin to imagine what he and his family are experiencing with this tragedy. They’re living the unthinkable; the unimaginable. Every parent’s worst nightmare. This is their reality now. And I want to send them support, love, comfort. Small tokens. Small, yet I believe that compounded with the hundreds of ways they’re being loved and supported by their family and friends at home it all adds up to something that will help to carry them through this time. At least that is my wish for them.
Calling hours are this evening from 5-8pm. We won’t be traveling to West Virginia for the services. But tonight at 5pm Marleigh, Delaney, and I will be lighting two candles: one for Ethan, who lost his life on the evening of September 30th, and another for those who love and were loved by him. We will burn the candles for the duration of tonight’s service. I invite you to join us in lighting a candle tonight. In support of John and Susan and their family if you like, or in support of anyone else who is suffering and in great pain. Please share your stories if you like. I’m always grateful to hear them, because we’re all in this together, aren’t we. And when it comes down to it, it’s the love and support we share that help each other through it all.