The prayers go up

I remember a song from my youth and one of the verses went something like "When the prayers go up the blessings come tumbling down". It is time for that to happen for the people in this story. A local family lost their son and brother. Due to the circumstances of his death, they had to relive his loss at every turn.

Mercifully, an infant born soon after had the honor of being named for the favored relative. The immediate family still grieving welcomed her arrival as the ultimate healing for mourning. Her arrival brought friends together again, this time cheery and cooing wanting to be finished with the weight of grief.

Regrettably, grief will always prevail. You can postpone it, but eventually you must dance the sad tango with sorrow. Yesterday, that sweet innocent baby got sick, real sick. The specialists tested, prodded and even spinal tapped through the night. That poor family suddenly faced the possibility that they might lose the namesake as well as the son. The calm veneer they wore was suddenly stripped off their composure and the pain returned two fold for them and all who care. Too soon, to finish the dance...The baby is under the scrutiny of specialists who declare an unknown virus is to blame. It is a waiting game for all. Time for prayers to go up and the blessings to come tumbling down.