The Stay family tragedy has hit way too close to home. The family lived not more than 15 minutes away from us and we have several friends who are intimately involved with the family. We knew the grandmother and the hurt and shock of what has transpired has left all of us feeling a bit raw.
So many feelings and thoughts run through my head while writing this post. The temporary nature of life. Family. Miracles. Angels. God and His infinite love and mercy for every single one of his children. Friends in the media and publishing world tell me they are getting requests for interviews from all over the world, requesting access to family, funeral, first responders. To date the media has been immensely respectful to the family and to the survivors.
For some this tragedy may trigger a pause in belief. For me it has done the opposite. As I have read accounts of angels surrounding Cassidy, covering her mouth, coaching her on exactly what to do my soul hungrily soaks in those accounts. No matter what our circumstance we are never alone. Cassidy was not alone.
I believe in angels. I believe in the tender mercies of God. I believe in miracles and the trust that everything can and will work out for our own good. As the grandfather has stated, the surviving family members have no idea how they will move on but for now they will focus on the living.
I think I will too.
