I've thought about Georgia almost every day since. On that first night, I prayed for her family. I couldn't help but put myself in their shoes. Thinking about the unimaginable. The heartache.
Within days of her death, a beautiful memorial filled with flowers, teddy bears, toys, sidewalk chalk and bubbles was set up on the corner to pay tribute to a life cut tragically short. Georgia's parents had a large photo of her printed and a note placed next to it thanking the community for their support. I drive by the intersection on most days. It is rare that there isn't an adult looking at the photo, while children draw a picture with the sidewalk chalk.
A few weeks later, the girls and I walked to the park that is on the corner where Georgia was killed. On our return walk, the girls spotted Georgia's photo. Who's that girl, Mommy? I explained that Georgia had been hit by a car and she died. Then they spotted the bubbles and chalk.
After spending several minutes blowing bubbles for Georgia, we walked and talked. Their inquisitive 3-year old minds had many questions. Why did she die? Why did the car hit her? Why did she run into the street? When will she come back? The permenance of death was confusing. I did my best to be honest, but also keep it simple. I chose to explain heaven, because that is what I believe. They can choose their beliefs when they're older. We spoke about Nana who passed away when they were 17 months old. They knew her, but likely only remember her now from the photos.
Georgia remains in everyone's thoughts. In the neighbourhood where she was killed, pink ribbons are tied on lamp posts, trees, stop signs, street lights…
A neighbour of Georgia's family had these signs made as well…
The campaign has taken off. The sign can be seen in neighbourhoods across the city. The individual who started the campaign was actually just interviewed on the radio a few minutes ago. One homeowner said that the sign on his lawn is not only a reminder to drivers coming down his street, but also to himself to practice what he preaches.
Rest in peace, Georgia.
So so sad! I get really overwhelmed with emotion when I hear about children suffering or dying.ReplyDelete
What a wonderful community you live in though to show such amazing support.
Explaining death has been really hard, we instead just focused on Heaven. When my dad was initially in the hospital we told our boys he was resting & trying to get better. I didn't want to use any common words that they could end up fearing like he was sleeping or he was sick. I was too emotional to explain death so we just said Grandpa went to heaven & now when they see his picture they point him out & say he is in heaven. I think now, just 6 months later, they would probably understand it better but I don't plan on revisiting the topic anytime soon & hopefully won't have to either.
PS, I would love those signs for our new neighborhood! I don't know that there are speedy drivers but I think gentle reminders never hurt.ReplyDelete
RIP Sweet Georgia
What a beautiful tribute. Yes, I need one of those signs as well. We live directly adjacent to a corkscrew bend in the neighborhood and I get livid at the people (mostly teens coming from the nearby high school) who whip around that bend fast as can be.ReplyDelete
Death is so difficult at that age. I actually have been trying to formulate a blog post on the topic but usually stray away as it is such a touchy subject with some (death is taboo, death of children even more so, throw afterlife in the mix and it's a free for all of sensitive discussion). 3 months later, Little Monster STILL thinks that our beloved cat is "at the vet" and we have explained it to him at least 15 times. Maybe it is just easier for him to think that, granted we did not use the "heaven" explanation due to conflicting religious views in our family....yea, fun stuff.