Carla's 5 month old son Owen Michael died in his sleep on July 12, 2012. Carla and Jim lost their precious Owen. She put him down for a nap and he left them. It is so unfathomable. When Mairead called to tell me she had to keep repeating it. I just couldn't believe it.
They gave Owen a beautiful tribute. The best they could. The look on Jim and Carla's faces is one I will never forget. The grief. The sadness. I have never seen a look of grief like that on a person's face.
It is all so wrong. And it won't be right again. I struggle with faith. In one way, you need to stay close to God to feel close to those you have lost. But yet how could God have taken Owen? Put them through that pain? I will never understand. Yet without God it loses all meaning.
The only bright spot for me was a reminder that my friends are great. I swear most of my BC roommates would do anything for Carla right now. I saw such love, pain and desperation in them for our friend.
I said to Billy "I have the best friends. Those girls would do anything asked of them."
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