Losing Seth Part 2

.....so off we go to church.  I remember it being such a beautiful day, and I was about to teach my SS class Psalm 100, so I was reciting it loud, and Seth sat next to me.  It was Beth's turn to sit in the front seat this month, but Beth switched months with Seth.  I will always be grateful for Beth's kindness in that decision.  We arrive at church and as we walk through the overflow area to the sanctuary, Seth remembers, in his rush to gather his play clothes and stuff for the picnic, he forgot his SS booklet and Bible.   Now I wasn't too alarmed at this news and just told him he could easily share with someone else.  Besides, church will start in just a few minutes and this was the first SS of the year that I would be teaching.  I did not want to go home and risk being late for my responsibility.  However he insisted I should since "it would be so embarrassing."  But the more he insisted, the more I insisted 'no.'  As I sat down with my bulletin, my mind kept saying, 'maybe I should go back and get it?'  But, 'not wanting to be late' won out, and I didn't get it.  Little did I know, that would be the last time I saw and spoke to him on earth.   It's hard writing this through tearful eyes.

Our church sermon was given by Donald Miller, on anger.  Seth sat up front with the "front bench boys."  I remember James Shetler praying for safety for the children at the picnic afterwards.  Then, I also remember Lee Nisly commenting at share time about a lady who had twin girls and one of them died, and how she was still grieving 10 years later.  I also remember Paul Miller sharing how he was grateful his grandson hadn't died that morning when he (Anthony) took a curve too hard and tipped over.  I taught my SS class the days of creation using objects to make it come alive in their minds.  Seth was in Jared's (?) class and I believe one of Curtis' boys had shared his SS book with him.  (I later asked the children, "did Seth seem upset/sad that day over his embarrassment of not having his books."  They assured me he didn't seem that way at all.   He was laughing and very very happy at the picnic that day.  All my guilty conscience can say now is "Thank you, Jesus,")