Wednesday, July 29, 2009
not yet
I saw real fear and confusion in the eyes of a child about to die today. This was no movie here. I just happened to be walking back to the sliding glass door when I head commotion in the pool. I went over and saw my great nephew on his way down in the water. The commotion I was hearing was his little arms trying to keep him afloat. It sounded like Coco Boy had fallen in. This is exactly what we continually hear about on the news. Whenever it is quiet and you know good and damn well kids are around, there is a problem. It only takes a minute or two for anyone to have to make that dreaded phone call for the ambulance followed by the emergency room waiting to hear good news. I went through that when I was nine when my nephew Ryan died from drowning as his mother was in the house on the phone with one of her girlfriends. He was almost three just like Griffin is now and will continue to be. It was not his time to go yet, it was not his time to go yet, it was not his time yet. LLc 98.2
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