I have not posted a #griefheart in a long time. I have had this one in mind for a while and was stumped in regard to how to illustrate the concept. Someone sent this and it was close enough.
Charles loved the James River and he was the worst swimmer on the planet. Dog paddle was the only stroke he knew and even that was pathetic. I took him to lessons for years. And would not get it because it was too cold. So I took him to an indoor pool that was heated. Richard dove in and got it done.
He stubbornly stood on the side of the pool for two solid weeks and never got in. When Charles didn’t want to do something, there was no talking him into it.
For that reason, I worried when he would go to the river he would drown because he was such a poor swimmer. And he was not averse to thrill seeking.
Ironic how I worried about drowning when he ultimately killed himself. The one potential cause of death that never, ever crossed my mind as it related to my youngest son.
We live so close to the river now.He would have loved that and been down there all the time with his dog, Andy. If only.