Background – My friend sent me this story about Anna’s blog, “An Inch of
Gray”. Anna is the woman who lost her
son Jack in the floods this past September, and this entry “Jack-ed up phone”,
is about how her cell phone will start playing music at random, only since her
son died. This is her blog entry and
then the link for the song that randomly started playing on her phone:
S.C.O.U.T. ~ Anyway, this past Friday morning
I walked down to the Bridge for only the second time since the accident. It's
just too hard seeing how very, very far the bridge where they found Jack is
from where he fell in the water in our neighborhood. I mean really, really far.
It's too outrageous seeing a mere trickle of water, even after days of rain, in
the shitty little creek bed, yet to know that on that one horrible night it was
a raging wall of water that reached over the banks, the bridge, the road.
I took a picture of the cross that
friends erected on the roadside. I wanted it for myself, and to share with you
on the "Jack's Thrift Store Playlist" post.
So that night, on our way to pack
shoe boxes in Jack's memory for Operation Christmas Child, Tim, Margaret and I
ducked into a pizza place to get Margaret a slice. It was loud and crowded. I
felt trapped. I was angry at all the families having a care-free Friday night.
I went to stand outside on the stoop
and heard music coming from my coat pocket. Again? It was one of the very songs
that had popped up in the thrift shop weeks earlier. Which one? Check it out. Believe me,
it's worth it.....
How could anyone ever possibly argue that this was just a
coincidence and not her son trying to comfort her and tell her that “life is
such a gift” and that she needs to “live and to love, and to forgive and never
give up”. How could anyone possibly
argue that? Anna will see Jack again. I’m not sure about a lot of things in this
life, but of this I am sure.
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