I received a call from Mia today while I was at work. She told me that some friends of ours from church had just lost their son. He was only a few months older than Ethan, he would have been two in October.
While getting ready to go out to the beach yesterday, he had run out into the parking lot and was hit by a truck.

I tried not to think about this during work but since the drive home I've had a hard time thinking about anything else. We live on such a precarious line between life and death. Especially thinking about such young children. I have a difficult time coming to grips with the loss of so much exuberance for life. Little boys, especially Ethan and this little boy too, have so much energy. They laugh about everything and want to explore the world. Having a son of my own, I feel a personal sense of loss because I know the parents. I can't imagine what they must be feeling.

Fortunately, with the gospel in our lives I do know that they have the comfort of looking forward to re-uniting with their son after this life. The missed chances to be with him now are not missed chances for eternity. I hope that this knowledge will give them enough comfort to help them through this tough time.