My younger son is a professional musician. He is on the road a lot! He travels in a van all over the United States and Canada pursuing his career. And I worry. I think about the dangerous things that could happen as his band travels in all kinds of weather from one performance to another. When I know he’s due to arrive back home in Winnipeg I’ll send him a text Home safe and sound? I breathe a sigh of relief when he responds with a yes.
My older son travels the Saskatchewan highways to work each day. He is a high school teacher in a small community about a forty- minute drive from his home in Saskatoon. He makes that journey five days a week in all kinds of weather. And I worry. He and his family also do lots of traveling. When I hear they have arrived safely back in Saskatoon after a journey I am always so relieved.
I remember coming home from my high school graduation celebration in the wee hours of the morning. Our graduation class had driven to Winnipeg for a river cruise. I was surprised to find my mother had been awake all night cleaning her kitchen cupboards. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said, “till I knew you were home safely.”
One Easter Sunday my young sons and I went out to Winkler to visit my grandparents. It was very foggy when we headed home and Grandma was worried. Our phone was ringing when I walked into our house. It was my grandfather. “Good,” he said when he heard my voice. “Now that you are home safely Grandma can stop praying and go to bed.”
Worry for your children’s safety spans generations.
Newspaper columnist Michele Landsburg once wrote….“it is at the very moment we give birth, that we first begin to truly understand and fear death.”
I think the reason so many people have been so deeply affected by the Humboldt Broncos tragedy is because all parents and grandparents understand exactly the kind of fear Michele Landsberg is talking about. It breaks our hearts to know that for sixteen sets of parents and grandparents those fears have been realized.