My father died in a traffic accident when I was three. I’m 70 now, and it still hurts. It’s fucked up, nothing you can do about it except be kind.
My sympathies to you and the school and most of all the family.
I know personally of two similar instances.
One of my biz partner’s brothers was in a similar crash. He was driving when his wife & 2yo were killed. He and their infant survived.
In another case I knew a man in his mid 20s. His Dad was driving & was killed along w his bro when he was ~10. He and Mom survived.
In each case essentially one side of the car was obliterated and the other side was ok-ish.
Be careful out there. Especially on country roads w nothing separating you from oncoming traffic but a paint stripe.
So sorry to hear this. Sending positive thoughts to the 3 siblings, and to the rest of you.
I’m so sorry for all who are grieving for this boy and his mother. My heart goes out to them.
I am thankful that in such tragic times and circumstances, people come together and care. Posts like this demonstrate the world isn’t as cold as it sometimes feels. Strangers still care, people still matter.
When an employee dies and I have to terminate employment in our HRIS it reads as Termination > Involuntary > Death. I still sometimes chuckle at the absurdity of how we process the death of an employee but I can’t think of anything better. Like your system, the employee is never deleted and will live on in the system for perpetuity so long as we keep the same HRIS.
My company self-insures, so when an employee or one of their dependents dies and they had life insurance I very often help them process those claims. Earlier this year an employee lost their three year old to a stupid household accident and it was difficult helping her navigate benefit changes and filing her claim for both life and accidental death. I’m happy I was able to make the process easier for the employee though. It was one less thing they had to worry about while they were dealing with so much.
When I worked at a military museum, I had a visitor come in wearing a ballcap with a US Navy ship on it. Thinking he was a veteran, I asked him if he had served on the ship and the answer was no. It was the ship his father died on when the Japanese sank it. He never served in the military, but he talked about how the death of his father was part of the reason he spent many decades volunteering with the USO to entertain members of the Armed Forces.
Even after more than sixty years, the pain of his father’s loss was still there. My father has been dead for almost thirty years. I imagine if I live another thirty years I’ll still miss him.
Thank you for sharing your stories and feelings. There is comfort in comradery, even if it is a sad and painful comradery.
We are a “day family” here. We see our kids almost every day for hours, and we develop relationships with them and love them. Losing even one child like that knocked us off of our axis, but by supporting one another and with the support of people even outside of our immediate family such as yourselves, we lick our wounds and move on, wounded but undaunted, and with our mission and vision still firmly in place.