The Unthinkable

My heart is so sad tonight. I found out earlier this evening that one of Andrew's classmates lost her mother today. What makes it so much worse is that her dad was the one to murder her. Here in Dallas, it was plastered all over the news because the dad then tried to jump off a highway bridge to commit suicide.

I had a PTA board meeting at school this morning. About half way through our principal was called out. As the meeting ended, we noticed several officers in the school. Apparently at that time, they did not know where the dad was and were afraid that he would show up at the school to get the girls.

Andrew had already gone to bed when I heard the full story, so now Paul and I are faced with the decision on what and how much to tell him. I want him to hear it from us rather than as a rumor from other kids at school, but I don't want to tell him more than he needs to know at his age. Not that any of this should be anywhere even remotely on the radar of an eight year old. I mean, how do you tell a child that one of his friend's father killed her mother and now in the course of a day she has virtually become an orphan. Please keep their three daughters in your prayers.