Losing Seth Part1

I awoke this morning with thoughts of Seth's accident.  Should I continue?  For some reason it's heavy on my mind today.  I suppose I can write the scene and then erase it later if necessary.  It feels good to write things down- kind of helps take the burden off me and onto the 'paper.'

Don't read this if you are looking for casual, light-hearted stories.  This is not it.

My loss and my redemption.

The week was a blur.  We had so many activities going that week, that a sane person might turn insane.  All day Saturday we were at a wedding in southwest Kansas.  Wolf and I drove separately since he worked at Dodge City's ER overnight- we just met each other there.  On the way home, the children divided up among the 2 vehicles and Seth sat up front with me.  His one comment that stuck with me was the one where he said something like:  "Mama, when I get married (he's 12 now), I'm going to have a huge feast- lots and lots of food."  He emphasized huge, as his eyes twinkled at the thought.  As a matter of fact, that's why he chose to go home in my car because he said I was more likely to stop for food when the children are hungry.  :)

The next day was Sunday.  It was a bright, sunny day-  September 5th to be exact.  It was Maggie's 8th birthday, but we were going to celebrate it the next day, as today was the annual Sunday school picnic.  Wolf had already left for work and I needed to get my 8 children ready for church.  While telling everyone to sit down, Seth is holding up our guinea pig in a position where the guinea pig's legs are straddled- the whole thing is in a "c" shape.  It does not hurt the animal in the least, but it made for a humorous site.  We all chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all!  We then quickly gobbled up our food and got ready for church and the picnic.  At one point, I stopped Maggie to take a birthday picture of her, and inadvertently got Seth in the background.  Later I learned that was probably when he swiped his finger through the homemade chocolate cool whip he made.  After the accident, I saw a cool whip container with a deep finger swipe mark and found out whose it was.  As a side note, I kept that container up until the day we left for Ireland, 3 years later.