I read a post this morning on What Possessed Me which has chilled me to my marrow.
It is very well-written but very painful and desperately, desperately sad.
Every year my parents rent out the Little House That Could for part of the summer. Because they love the house, they choose people who will love it too – usually young families that are drawn to its rustic charm and its proximity to the ocean. When they return home, we find traces of the summer they left behind: a pot boiler, a pingpong table, a beach paddle, a rainbow umbrella, all little offerings to the Little House That Could.
For the full text of this heart-wrenching story go to What Possessed Me. Please, read it. It may be sad, but it is necessary.
My thoughts and prayers to the woman’s family, to her husband and to her four little ducks. Prayers also to the many who tried to save her.
Remember when you’re swimming this summer that water is, and always has been, dangerous. Keep an eye on your loved ones. Be safe.