JDUB08AG said:
They say things hit you different as a parent. As a dad with a 9 year old daughter, I didn't realize how understated that could be. Praying for everyone involved.
We have an 18 month old, I never really thought much about what he will do during his future summer breaks but I went to Mystic and my brothers Stewart, I had always just assumed it would be an option. After this, I don't know how I will ever let him leave my sight again and breathe. I'm mid 30's, younger than the 1987 flood, but I remember how nervous my dad was for me to go to camp. "If you see water you make the driver stop! You DO NOT allow ANYONE to drive you across a bridge with moving water. EVER." I remember thinking what a strange talk that was and silently saying "I'm not going to do that! that's so weird!"
I found out this weekend he volunteered after that bus stalled. I can't imagine the anxiety he must have had while we were on those busses all those years. There were years he refused to let us on because "the weather looks bad" and he would drive us. I was never allowed on church busses, ever. I was NEVER allowed to road trip with friends, he would drive me or I would fly and meet friends there. I hated it, I was a kid who wanted to fit in and that was the exact opposite of what he allowed. I remember thinking how dramatic it felt, how unnecessarily over protective.
Today, I get it. As of this weekend, I feel the exact same. I don't know how you live when your child, your limb, is taken from you.
To those who have lost and to those who are still looking, we weep with you and we pray for you.