Hug Ur Babies

That was our neighbor's post on Facebook this morning, a reminder that life is short.  Last evening just after 6 PM Grant noticed there were some police officers walking up the street, not a common occurrence on our cul de sac.  They went up to several doors and then up to the end of the cul de sac.  After about 20 minutes, I saw that three of the neighbor ladies that I play Bunco with were standing across the street talking so I went out to find out what was going on.  They told me that someone, still unindentified, called 911 when they heard a woman hysterically screaming for help outside on the lawn of a house at the end of our cul de sac.  Another neighbor, a police detective, immediately ran to her aid.  She had just gotten a phone call with the horrific news that her 4 year old grandson had drowned in a swimming pool at a BBQ party.  Shivers ran all over me at this awful news.  This darling little blonde boy spent much of his time at his grandparent's house while his parents worked, and he played with all the kids on our street all the time, most of whom are under 10 years old. 

We haven't learned all the details of what happened, but apparently this occurred at a private home during a late afternoon BBQ attended by lots of people.  The little boy climbed out of the big pool and went to climb into the little pool, possibly a jacuzzi.  He was found a very short time later unresponsive in the little pool.  Paramedics were called and performed resuscitative efforts but it was too late.  This was a terrible reminder that no child is safe around a pool unless someone specific is watching them at all times.

This morning, mothers on our block had to let their children know that they lost a friend to a tragic accident.  The grandparents are beside themselves.  Neighbors are bringing food and offering what help and comfort they can.    There are no words to express how heartbroken we are for the family.