Sainthood ? Well, I um, er, yes, rechecking ex-wife's immaculate list of transgressions, appreciate the compliment, but thats probably a bit of stretch.
No one ever wants to bury their children, at any age. I was 4, he was 6 when he drowned. Remember it clearly, and yes, I suppose I must have carried a lot of guilt afterwards. Their/our pain was palpable. We were always doing things we weren't supposed to do. The creek was forbidden land. The whole neighborhood gang would invariably head there. After it happened, I remember running all the way home and telling Mom. Painful recollections. No family could ever "be the same" after such a tragedy. His body was recovered weeks later in the bay. I'm sure it broke my father's heart, going to the morgue for identification. Whew! This is heavy stuff. Rather talk about my loser stocks!
Regards, Mike |
