This is the saddest thing I’ve ever written.
Two dear friends, two Wedgewoodians, had their world change in an instant. On September 8, Ed and Ann Rowell learned of the death of their daughter-in-law, Silje, and that their three year-old grandson, Isaac, had life threatening injuries. Their one year-old grandson, Matthew, was in intensive care but his situation was more promising. The next day their three year-old grandson, Isaac, died from injuries of an accident. Silje was at a stop sign waiting to turn right onto Independence Boulevard in Charlotte, North Carolina. Police say a man veered across four lanes of Independence Boulevard and struck Silje’s car. The driver was fatigued and there was an open container of alcohol in his car.
On December 19, 2012 I wrote this blog entry about Ed and Isaac.
In this photo is Poppy (aka Ed Rowell, a Wedgewoodian and a great friend) with Isaac, Ed’s grandson. Isn’t Isaac adorable!
Before we get too far in this blog entry, and before you scroll down, look at the reflection in the living room window. That would be Loafer’s Glory in the mountains of North Carolina, Ed and Ann Rowell’s new “sanctuary.” Ed and Ann recently bought a mountain home and they are getting close to God in nature. They love the mountains.
They also love their grandson, Isaac, who just moved to Norway, the country of his mother’s birth. The distance between Norway and Charlotte, Ed and Ann’s primary residence, is 6776 kilometers or 4210 miles. Or, a long way.
One of the things Ed misses most is singing Isaac to sleep. Ed got to do that when Isaac stayed overnight with him and his wife, Ann, but now that Isaac is living in the land of fjords in person bedtime songs sung by Poppy are not possible. Enter Skype. The other night Ed got a call from his son reporting that Isaac was being fussy. Nothing they were doing would settle Isaac. “Dad, would you mind singing Isaac to sleep over Skype?”
Ed began singing softly. In just a few minutes, while being rocked in a chair and listening to Poppy singing, Isaac quietened and fell asleep.
This is what God is like: God is like Poppy singing his grandson to sleep.