In between other projects, I have been knitting some squares for the Afghan Project in Memory of John Glick. When I read Kerstin’s post that day, my heart immediately went out to she and her family and I was deeply saddened for her in laws, John’s parents. Losing a child is a tragedy no parent should face.
When we lived in Hingham, I became very friendly with my next door neighbor. He was an older man, in his 70’s, I guess, a Weymouth guy who would help me fix broken Brio parts and squeaky swings. Both he and his wife were widowed–separate pedestrian-vehicle accidents. As if that wasn’t tragic enough, he lost his son and daughter-in-law in separate motorcycle accidents just miles away from one another.
Shortly after their deaths, we received Owen’s diagnosis of autism. Kevin and I grieved for the dreams we lost. My neighbor and I gave each other such support. In no way does autism compare to death but he could sense our loss. And my heart ached for his. I miss him terribly. I phoned him last month for the squeaky swing remedy. He knows everything. Whenever I visit Hingham, it involves a lengthy visit with him.
As I do my friend, I wish Kerstin and her family continued strength and love. In yesterday’s post she wrote, "Life. You have to keep on living it." No truer words were ever spoken.