I read this story Sunday morning while eating breakfast with my family and I could not get it out of my mind all day. A man threw his four children (all under the age of 3) off an 80 foot bridge after having an argument with his wife.
All day I kept looking at my children trying to figure out what would make someone do that. It doesn't say what the argument with his wife was about but I could never ever imagine being so angry with my husband that I would want to harm my children.
And to do it in such a cruel way? To throw them off of a bridge? I guess that is the part that really makes me so sad. I spent much of the day wondering what was going through their little minds as they went on that bridge with their father. Perhaps they were excited to be on a tall bridge, excited to see the water below. They must have thought they were going on a little adventure with Daddy.
But as he started tossing them over one by one I can only imagine what they felt. I guess this is what bothers me most, the confusion and sadness they must have felt watching as their brothers and sisters were being thrown off the bridge, their excitement turning to horror.
I am hoping that they were too young to realize what was going on and that their suffering was brief. That is my hope. I know they are now resting peacefully in heaven but I just can't shake the images I have in my head.
I'm sure that soon enough another tragedy involving a child will make the headlines and this story will be forgotten. But for now, I am just going to hug my kids a little tighter and thank God that they are safe.