RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Impossible Nightmare Becoming Reality


A young boy of twelve killed instantly by a falling tree or limb.
Hunting in Colorado with his Dad and friends, enjoying one another and bonding.
Thoughts of killing animals the only ones on their minds.
Experienced hunters, teaching their sport to a child, all rules of safety being followed.
Yet, no one could foretell the circumstances of this freak accident of nature.
Winds kicked up by an impending storm, blowing across the forest with no known targets.
Randomly knocking over a tree, unable to know that below it was a child experiencing life with his father.
Dying instantly, no inkling of anything untoward happening.
A childish face of peace and happiness blessing those present.
No pain or fear emanating from his expression.
In total shock and disbelief, a father kneeling beside his son's body, who just moments before was alive and talking.
Feeling the devastation and pain that followed as mother, sister, and brother were notified.
Child's body being flown back home for the funeral, prayed and cried over, then carefully buried.
Afterwards, the most difficult part, trying to continue living through the silent hell of it all.
So senseless. Unbelievable. A shock to everyone's being.
Pain of living never fully regaining it's stance, because death had taken many reasons from it's path.

Submitted: Monday, March 11, 2013

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