The Hands That Rock The Cradle
About 50 years ago my Grandparents lost their 5 year old daughter when she tragically drowned in the river that runs alongside our colony. After days of searching the body was recovered and laid into my Grandmas arms. My mother also lost her 6 year old brother, after a tractor tipped over and left him submerged in the river that ran on the outskirts of their community. 30 years ago a couple of boys were playing in the river and two of them were swept away by the current, the third ran for help but it was too late, two sets of parents had to watch as they searched for days to recover the bodies of their young sons aged 11 and 10. With the stories that I've heard of the two events I've put together a short story that I hope will show not only how Hutterites view death but how they go about healing. "Mary." My Grandma says the name so silently, it was as if it was just the wind whistling by my ear, impossible to hear unless you were listening for it. I look down as I s...