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I think I was about 11 when I attended a viewing at a funeral home for a former neighbor who was 9 at the time of his death. It was an accidental hanging that took place while decorating the yard for Halloween... so the aniversary is upon me.
I remember, upon arrival there, seeing his older sister (a year older than me) who I was not particularly close to. She ran up to me and hugged as if we had been the closest of friends and haddn't seen each other for too too long. I will never forget that moment.
Just being there, crying and feeling rotten about the real tragedy that is death too young, was all that could be done, and all that had to be. That's about as bad as it gets for a family and it raises the hug threshold off the charts.
Chances are you will see more than one person balling there eyes out as grief stricken as they will ever likley be within a day or so, in their lives... and the chances are a hug would be appreciated.
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