I don’t understand how they’re on any open body of water TBH. My kids have had a few non-horrific accidents over the years, and anything and everything that is associated with it I genuinely cannot bear to be around. My youngest fell in a hotel pool silently, fully clothed, when he was a toddler and I just about saw him out of the corner of my eye, immediately ran and grabbed him within 3-4 seconds and he was fine. If I hadn’t seen him at that split second, I would have thought he was still in the mass of children in the play area next to it and not actively looked for him until potentially too late. I will never go to that place again, dramatic or not. It’s like I don’t have it in me to be reminded of that terror feeling again in any capacity. The fact that they look out at their pool every day from their bedrooms and living area and sit on the patio to eat overlooking the pool without falling to pieces is insane. Do they skim the leaves and swim in it and touch the water? It makes me feel ill.
Like if I’d hit and killed my child or anybody’s child with a car, I would never drive again. They’re so blasé about their level of responsibility. All I’d be thinking while floating on that sea, would be about Trigg gasping for his life.. it’s making me tear up as I’m writing it. Their ‘grief therapist’ must be bleeping fantastic because they appear to be way past it!