A Day of Sweet Sorrow

The following is something that I wrote concerning the last 24 hours. Please excuse the mistakes you find. I don't have the heart to edit/revise this post.
As many of you now know that Lindsey was on the bus that crashed last evening. She is doing okay even through the many of her own tears as well as the rest of the family.
Miss Emmy sent Jen a text last night saying that a bus had flipped. I was in that space between sleep and awake when Jen came into our bedroom and told. This information took several minutes to actually sink in.
When it finally did Jen was in Maggey and Abbey's room. At this point she was talking to Emily (Miss Emmy). This was when Jen had learned that it was the bus that Lindsey was riding. It was about this time that phone calls to and fro started. We kept busy between our land line and our cell phones.
I cannot say how long it was from the time that we learned that Lindsey was on the bus that crashed and we were able to talk with her. Suffice it to say to hear her voice was wonderful joy to experience.
Through the night we received many phone calls asking about Lindsey and is there anything that could be done. At the time, prayer was the only answer. Over a period of 2 hours we debated whether we needed to drive to Pocatello. Thanks to Jeff, who knew the nurse that was with the band, we were able to make an informed decision and decided to remain home.
Around midnight Jen decided to go to the high school. When she arrived the parking lot was full and many people mulling about. Someone had provided hot chocolate. When arrived later I met Jen in the doorway leading into the bandroom. A group of students were in the bandroom singing.
After 1 AM 3 buses arrived. Each bus load of students were escorted into the band. It was there that the students were given the opportunity to sing Friends and then students were able to come out and be hugged and kissed. After crowds started to disipate I became anxious about the arrival of my own child.
Lindsey's bus came home about 3:15. She was near the front the bus and I saw her immediately. When I saw her I just wanted to jump on the bus and hold her. She had to take care of a couple of responsibilities and then she was hugged me and we cried. Jen hugged her from behind.
After a few hours sleep we got up and went to church. As this day progressed the realization of what could have happened, but didn't.
As Jen put it we knew our daughter was coming home. However, one set of parents would not be getting the same privilege. Many tears have been shed for the daughter that would not be coming home. Her passing has affected many people whether they knew her or not. The key is what we choose to do with this affect.
God Bless All!!!