We found out on Sunday that Justin's little friend and his sister were murdered over the weekend. So sad, but true. The police say the father shot them before taking his own life. This little boy was on Justin's baseball team and played with Justin in the first grade vs. second grade boys' recess soccer matches at school each day. They lived just two blocks away from us. I keep thinking about how his little sister was dropping tree leaves on my head just last Wednesday at the baseball game. Both kids are gone. We are just in shock about it.
At school, they told the kids ALL about it. I was hoping they would try to soften the details. Justin doesn't know what to do about it. He has been acting out physically against Ty. He ran and hid from Travis when he came home from work on Monday. Justin told me that everyone he knows is dead now. I didn't post about before, but Justin's bus driver died about a month ago. He told me then, "If she really died, I'm going to explode." Sigh. A lot of emotion for a big 7-year-old boy.
Today we went to the funeral for Tyler and Kylie. Justin really felt connected to this friend and we felt like it was important for him to attend the funeral to help gain some sort of closure. It was so sad, but I'm so glad we were able to go. The service was at a Lutheran church in Beaverton. I had never been to a funeral at a church besides ours. I wasn't sure what to expect. It was comforting to learn that they also believe that we will live again with God after we die.
As a parent, it was heart-wrenching to think of this mother who lost her only two children and ex-husband under such tragic circumstances. Justin and Tyler were so reverent in this SILENT sanctuary room. Tyler's little whispers seemed so loud. I realized that even though I would say our children have learned to be reverent, we are used to the low hum of children during our meetings. Justin paid attention the whole time and said afterwards that he liked the slide show with pictures of the two kids set to music. There was no funeral procession at the end of the service. Everyone gathered in the fellowship hall in a reception line to greet the family and have refreshments. Tonight when Travis tucked Justin into bed, he said he was still thinking about the funeral. Justin is already planning to visit the cemetery another day.
I am so thankful for the gospel of Jesus Christ in our lives. The knowledge that we can be together forever with our families is such a comfort at times like today. When life can turn on a dime, I know it is our faith in God that will see us through. It is my prayer that Travis and I can help our boys to learn where to turn for comfort during their lives.