Several years ago, a toddler wandered away from a picnic and drowned. Her older brother told the family she had fallen in, but the duckweed was so thick, it took many hours to find her body. It felt like such a sad, lonely way to die, and must have been agonizing for her family.
My wife and I were in the park during the search, though we did not know the child or her family.
This piece is intended as something between a tribute and a way of processing an event I've never really spoken about.