I'll never forget the little blonde headed kid with a big, goofy grin, tearing down the road on his four wheeler or dirt bike or bicycle or whatever other contraption he could come up with to ride, with his sisters flanking him on either side. Once the sisters got old enough to drive (meaning they could touch the pedals and see over the steering wheel of the big grey truck at the same time because, really, what else do you need?) the kids moved on to that mode of transportation. They would ride up to our front yard, park the "vehicle" and come in to sell some sort of chocolate bar or talk about pigs or have a coke.
In recent years, that little blonde headed kid grew up--about a 6 inches taller than me--he became a teenager. This meant he played football. Went to the prom. And did lots of other things that made me feel super old. But every time I would see him, I'd still see that little face of the kid on the four wheeler coming over to have a coke. He'd forever be about 5 years old in my mind.
Our families have been friends and neighbors for 4 generations. His great-grandpa used to help me with my science homework and with the FFA creed. His uncle is the "Dan" in Dan and Jerry. I used to babysit this little blonde headed kid and Little Brother got paid to go help his mom trap mice in the house. We used to go to their house to watch the National Finals Rodeo, because his parents sprung for cable tv and got ESPN. We are connected...our two families.
On Friday, that little blonde headed kid was killed in a freak farm accident. When Little Brother called and told me, I just froze. I didn't cry--not because I was not completely heartbroken, I was--but because I could not get my head around it. I just can't comprehend what happened.
What I can do, is pray, and ask you to do the same. Please keep the Gunn family in your prayers. The pain that they are going through must be just unbearable. And hug the little blonde headed kids in your own life. Because you just never know what may happen tomorrow.