As I am packing and preparing for our family to go on vacation in a few weeks, I can’t stop thinking about Melissa Graves, the mom whose little boy was snatched by an alligator while vacationing at Disney. I can imagine she was preparing much the same as I am now for her family’s vacation last week.
I can just imagine her, excited with anticipation of the fun, memories and adventures that were coming, as she washed and lovingly folded size 2T socks, pajamas, and everything in between. Moving so methodically, casually from room to room, drawer to drawer.
I can imagine her checking to make sure her little guy had his special blankie or stuffed toy, knowing as mommies do that no one would sleep if it were left behind.
I can imagine her packing sippy cups, Cheerios, and Gold Fish into a smaller bag that would be close at hand in case little Lane let his mommy know he was hungry for a snack. I can imagine her adding a few beeping, button-laden toys to the front pouch of that bag to try and keep him busy or still for about thirty seconds, knowing that her toddler had boundless energy and never seemed to stop moving.
I can imagine her posting on Facebook and social media about her family’s upcoming trip to Florida, maybe even counting down the days or “sleeps” until Disney.
I can imagine her taking one last glance around the house, making sure nothing was forgotten, checking the thermostat to make sure it was set just right and reminding her husband to make sure all the doors were locked and their home was secured.
I can imagine the pleasant exhaustion that she felt as she tucked her children in at the end of each fun-filled, miles of walking, stroller pushing days they had so far.
I can imagine her watching Lane happily splashing in the water, finally occupied for a few moments and in those few moments feeling peace, happiness, and contentment.
What I can’t imagine is the sheer heart-stopping, horrifying fear she felt when realizing he was there one minute and gone the next, like being caught in a nightmare where everything is in slow motion and you can’t run fast enough.
I can’t imagine the agony that she must feel, not being able to scream because it’s so deep inside her with its choking grip making it hard for her to even breathe, much less utter a sound.
I can’t imagine the sickening nausea as she packs away the sippy cups, snacks and toys knowing the round chubby little hands of their owner will never again reach for them. Can’t imagine her folding and packing away soft little pajamas with their sweet baby smell that she had dressed him in the night before.
There are many facets of this unspeakable tragedy that I cannot possibly imagine but sadly it doesn’t make this any less real. The reality is the unimaginable happened and this mom is going home with aching empty arms and a gaping bleeding hole cut through her chest that nothing or no one on earth can fix.
However, although we can’t imagine ever being in the living nightmare that she is going through, we can honor the memory of her son by hugging our children a little more tightly and drinking up every precious moment we have with them whether they are adventure-filled or ordinary. We can honor him by sending our prayers and sincerity, instead of blame and judgement about something we cannot possibly imagine.
As for me, I will be continuing to think and pray for Melissa and her family, thoughts and prayers that she probably never imagined she would desperately need.
8 thoughts on “What I Can and Can’t Imagine about Melissa Graves, The Mom Who Lost Her Toddler Son, Lane”
MELISSA AND FAMILY
PLEASE ACCEPT MY SINCERE SYMPATHY. MY HEART BREAKS FOR YOU KEEP LANES MEMORY CLOSE HE WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU. RIP LITTLE GUY AND GOD BLESS ALL OF YOU
Thank you Gayle, for such heartfelt words to a deeply grieving family right now!
That was a very loving and touching story you wrote about this dear family who are going thru the unimaginable time in their life! May God’s loving arms be wrapped around them.
Thank you so much Kim! It is hard to describe such raw emotion and pain in words. We know that peace will only come supernaturally through God’s unfailing love and grace!
This story breaks my heart, I cannot seem to move forward from it. My son & daughter are the same ages as The Graves children, we were just on that same beach a few months earlier, it’s something I just cannot wrap my mind around. My heart aches for them & my tears keep falling. I pray for their families peace, strength & for God to comfort their souls. I don’t think we will ever understand why this sort of stuff happens in life. Thank you for a Beautifully written piece. And for all the internet Trolls (whom most probably don’t have children) out there bashing the parents with their judgement may the Lord judge you in return. Rest in peace in God’s arms little Lane.
Thanks so very much Sharon for sharing your thoughts and taking the time to read my post! I think we, as moms, tend to place ourselves in that situation in compassion and sympathy. But then we quickly withdraw because it is so unthinkable knowing that only God’s grace can bring peace to such a deep gaping hurt.
I sobbed while reading this. It’s 4 months tomorrow and I have thought of this family and beautiful baby Lane every single day and night. Our only hope is Jesus and the plans he has. We will see baby Lane again. What a perfect day that will be for his family!!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read. It is so hard to make sense of these things that just don’t make any sense at all. I still can’t imagine the pain they must still be feeling but I am so thankful to God that we can pray for them. Our prayers are powerful because our God is powerful.