Lately I’ve been reading Coop: A Family, a Farm, and the Pursuit of One Good Egg by Michael Perry.
Last night I got to a part that shook me to my soul. Perry’s nephew Jake drowns in a pond. The sheer magnitude of the situation is enough to startle you, but the way that Perry writes about it…it gave me chills.
You don’t expect it. Everything is going so wonderfully in the book. It’s here I have to marvel at the chapter that comes before Jakey’s death. Perry is cradling newborn daughter Jane to his chest while all his nieces, nephews, and friends’ children run around him–including Jakey.
Jakey who thought he had to whisper to the stars. Jakey who thought the moon was a cookie. Jakey who tipped his tractors upright like in the movie Cars. Jakey who died too young.
This scares the hell out of me and I don’t even have children. To make matters worse, Jakey’s father (Perry’s brother) Jed lost his first wife, Sarah, after only seven weeks of marriage. She was in a car accident, and Jed, who is a volunteer firefighter and EMT, was first on the scene. Can you imagine? Trying to save your wife of seven weeks, losing her, and then finding love again only to lose your firstborn son to a pond.
It’s not fair…
I promise for a happier post tomorrow.
That is all.