Yesterday, they laid their beloved boy to rest. This child's life and death haunts me. Ever since I discovered his story from a post on Thinking Out Loud, I have not been able to stop thinking about Henry and his family. Maybe it's because Henry was born 3 days after my own son. Maybe it's because his mother, Katie Granju, who writes the blog mamapundit, has posted photographs and told stories of her beautiful boy, and in them I see her love for him, and his love, too.
He was so cherished, this child, so full of promise and light. And yet he veered into darkness. He confessed to his mother at 14 that he had experimented with smoking pot. They talked, he was remorseful, she thought she had gotten through. But addiction is a deadly roulette. You just never know if the bullet's in the chamber when the gun clicks at your head. For Henry, the bullet was in the chamber. That early taste of escape led him deep into the stranglehold of addiction to lethal substances, and eventually it killed him. An overdose compounded by a brutal beating in a grocery store parking lot fatally injured his brain and heart. A month after his parents got the dreaded call that their son was in the hospital, he stopped breathing.
The day after he died, his mother wrote, "This is an unholy pain."
Henry Louis Granju, I don't know why your story moves me so. Perhaps it is because I know, I truly do know, how much you were loved. And I cannot take in that such absolute and unwavering love was still not enough to save you.
I pray for my children. I pray so hard that they never lose their way, that they never get suffocated by addiction, never lose heart or hope. They are 18 and 16 now, and I can no longer watch over them the way I could when they were babies. We have had many talks about drugs. I have asked them not to use. I have explained that we have an addictive strain in our family, I have pointed out our examples, I have shared our cautionary tales. Now, they must make their own choices, day after day. In college and high school, surrounded by peers who drink and smoke, they must choose again and again. I can't wrap them in a bubble and keep them always out of harm's way.
And so I remember Henry. I send love. And I pray.
my heart is heavy and broken reading this... deepest condolences to henry's family and all whose lives crossed with his.ReplyDelete
no matter what the circumstances, there is no greater grief and sorrow than losing a child.
I read about Henry late last night and early this morning and my grief for his family only deepens. I am thinking about the mother's pregnancy, and all that she must endure emotionally, my hear is with her.ReplyDelete
Isabella, i know you feel this deeply. How can we not?ReplyDelete
This is so very sad. My thoughts and prayers go out to Henry's family.ReplyDelete
As am reading this blog I cannot stop my emotions, I feel pain in my heart because I have a 16 and 14 year old and I cannot imagine the kind of pain Henry's mom is going through at this moment; to her my deepest condolescence, my heart gies out to you..ReplyDelete
I think Henry's story can be a healing one, his death was not in vain. It has touched so many.ReplyDelete
"And I cannot take in that such absolute and unwavering love was still not enough to save you." I just read Henry's story yesterday on his mom's blog and yeah. I cannot wrap my head around that either.ReplyDelete
your beautiful words made me cry. the topic didn't help.ReplyDelete
He was such a beautiful soul to know! And an amazing friend. One of those few special people that walk into a room and make everyones day instantly brighter. Love and miss you always henry!ReplyDelete