I cannot stop thinking about them. Those poor loves. Just babies playing at being brave, dare-devilling each other to go onto the iced-over lake. And then it cracked. Hearing on the news how their rescuers had to punch through the ice. And three were lost, or was it four? I cannot listen properly and yet I cannot help myself. Yesterday the news said that three were brothers, and so so young. One apparently tried to save another boy and they were strangers. One of the rescue workers’ voice broke when he said on a news bulletin that they had done all they could. I can’t stop thinking about them and their families. Such loss, such heartbreak and the biting of that cold water, the going down and not being able to breathe. Trapped under the ice for eternity. What I would give to warm them, to revivify them.
