A 3 year old boy passed away in the early hours on Monday morning (Alla Yirhamo) and his funeral was yesterday. Although I have never seen the boy, it was still so heart breaking to burry such a small child, innocent of all the bad that the world has to offer.
It may be consolig to say that he is guaranteed Janna, and that he is of no sin, but it still does not make it any easier.
The image is still in my head now, more than 24 hours after the funeral and it makes me think all the time about how I would feel losing one of my two children. Perhaps this has drawn me closer to them and has made me less strick (or softer, as my wife would say), but, from now, I always want to treasure every moment I have with them as if it is the last. All this bickering must stop, especially over pathetic subjects. It is just not worth it.
Imagine you bickered with your child in the evening an you wake up in the morning to see that they are not waking up, imagine the guilt. Would s/he ever forgive you for that shouting.
I don't know. I am just sad that God has taken the life of another innocent little toddler.
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