Last night I received an e-mail from our closest neighbors when we were living in Nashville. Where we lived was considered country when we moved there in 1971. We had two acres, and these neighbors had three. We weren't close together like houses in a subdivision, so we didn't see each other every day. However, we knew we were there for each other if needed. We went out to dinner a couple of times, but mostly we just talked in the yards. They moved in after we did, and they had two children -- a daughter and a son.
I remember an incident when the son was probably in the 7th or 8th grade. He was already home from school when someone attempted to rob our home. The culprit broke in the back door to the basement level, and that immediately set off the burglar alarm. At that time we had a Radio Shack do-it-yourself security system. The alarm worked well though. The young boy heard the alarm and looked out the window to see the guy get in his car and drive away. The boy immediately called his dad who called my husband. You get the picture. This young boy was quite responsible and knew what to do at the right time.
The e-mail last night stated that they had lost their 31-year-old son in a kayaking accident this past weekend. I can't believe that child was 31, and now I can't believe he is gone. It's so tragic.
I hear of people losing their lives in boating accidents quite often, but kayak accidents are fewer. That is probably because fewer people participate in that activity. Now I know two families who have been directly affected by such losses, as I have a friend who lost her husband that way when her sons were small. This young man also had two young children.