The bright, glowing ball in the sky shines over the hill as the car gets to the peak. They don't see the large gas truck coming over the hill at the same time. The two little boys in the backseat absentmindedly playing a game only a two year old and seven month old can play. They are talking their secret language. The car goes a little over the yellow line. It collides with the gas truck. The sun glows brighter. Just a little brighter. The rays reaching towards the car and shines a blinding white for a second or two. And then it goes back to normal. Back to it's golden glow. It's as if nothing has happened. You drive down the road and it seems as if nothing happened. Everything is the same. Life goes on. Even for the parents of the two little boys. Life goes on. Even for the family of the great grandmother driving the car. The suns rays reached out though for a few seconds on the eighth of December, 2011 at 12:45. But only long enough to grab three souls and bring them up to Heaven.
RIP Jackon, Jasper and Judith.
Written December 11, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
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