Here's our little Cheney family on the 4th of July, the day before Carson returned home to the Heavens.
(I stole the pic from her facebook)
Look at that lil cute, chubby face!
It's still unbelievable! I know there are a lot of people out there thinking day and night about the family. There are a lot of tears shed and a lot of prayers said. Everyone around them feels the loss and the heartache that comes with it. My thoughts are constantly there and tears come and go. That's just me, a neighbor. I can't imagine what Carsons momma and daddy go through each day. I get an idea from the little bits she posts and small conversations we've had, about how much she misses her little guy. I know she is so sad. I know that it's almost unbearable to carry on each day, but I also know that the gospel has made it possible for her to do so. I've wondered how I would do it. When I've talked to her I've learned that amazingly enough, the gospel does do that. Not necessarily the knowledge of the gospel, but the reality of a loving Father above who must pick you up and carry you during the times you can't do it yourself. Unfortunately it doesn't make it all better, but with all the pain and heartache it carries you through some how. Recently she posted corrections to the media reports. I want to post what she wrote here too, because I feel like she wants the truth out, rather than the twists the media takes. So for the few who read our blog, here is a few of Hilary's thoughts.
"I feel the need to provide the correct information regarding Carson's death. The media didn't quite get it right and it has been bugging me. For starters, we were all there at the cemetery together. We were all near each other. Bridger to my left, Zac and Carson to my right. Carson was not off playing, he was trying to help make the kids smile for the photo. The headstone was NOT 6 feet tall. It was approximately 4.5 feet tall. I hate that the media says it was 6 feet. It was just tall enough that Carson could get his hands on top of it to try and peek over. The police have since found that the headstone was no longer attached to the base. Looks like some sort of mortar was holding it together but since it was built in 1886 the mortar no longer existed. That headstone was just waiting for someone to nudge it so it could topple over. Unfortunately, that person was my precious son. As much as we hoped that Carson was going to be ok. He was never responsive like the media reported. Once he was in the ambulance the medics performed CPR and continued doing so until Zac and I told them to stop 1 hour and 15 minutes later at the Park City hospital. I have found much comfort in knowing that Carson did not suffer. A loving Father in Heaven would not allow such a thing. I truly believe that children are spared any fright and pain in instances such as this. Jesus loves the little children. Thank you for all your many prayers. We are still struggling day to day but we will survive because of divine life support. Much Love, the Cheney's"
Carson turns 5 on Tuesday. Happy Birthday little guy. Keep watch over your good dad, mom and brother!
