THREE YEARS AGO Saturday, the small southwestern Minnesota community of Cottonwood suffered an unbelievable tragedy. They lost four of their children when a van ran a stop sign and slammed into a school bus, killing Jesse, Hunter, Reed and Emilee.
I intended to mark that February 19 anniversary date with a blog post. But I forgot. I am not proud of myself. How could I forget to honor these young lives, to remember a prairie town that mourned so deeply, to tell the families that I have not forgotten them or this horrible day?
The event touched me personally as my cousin Joyce’s grandson, 8-year-old Bryce, was riding in the front seat of that bus. He was OK, suffering only several small abrasions.
I’ve kept the emails Joyce and I exchanged after that February 19, 2008, tragedy because I never wanted to forget. And now I’ve gone and done just that.
So today, several days late, I want to remind all of you to hold your children close, to tell them how very much you love them. Treasure them. Every day.
My cousin told me back then, three years ago, about the terror she felt after learning of the crash and not knowing if her grandson was OK. Later, she would thank God for watching over Bryce as she prayed for the recovery of the injured, the families who lost their children and the community of Cottonwood.
I purchased a teddy bear, a bag of M & Ms and a book for Bryce, a voracious reader, and mailed the items to him along with a letter just days after the crash. I figured he could use a teddy bear to hug and words of encouragement.
I wrote, in part, “I hear that you were very brave, which is a tough thing to be when something so scary happens.”
I encouraged him to talk to God, his family or anyone else “when you feel scared and sad.”
Then I ended my letter: “Lots of people love you.”
Today as I reflect on the four children who died that Tuesday afternoon in February 2008 on the cold, wind-swept prairie in a tragedy that should never have happened, my heart aches for their families.
But I hope that through the grief and the pain and the healing they can hold onto the love, the love that will always be there, and the memories, the sweet, sweet memories of their precious children.
CLICK HERE TO READ a blog post I wrote on February 19, 2009, marking the one-year anniversary of the Cottonwood bus crash.
© Copyright 2011 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
What a touching post. Its nice that you are remembering them. Also, its nice that you are sharing it with those of us who were unaware of the tragedy. The note you sent him was very well thought out. Much better than, “Get well soon” or some tripe like that.
My son was struck by a hit-and-run driver nearly five years ago, so in some small way I can understand what these families endured. Fortunately, my boy was not seriously injured. But the incident affected me deeply and has allowed me to better empathize with others. As far as words, I try to always write something with meaning. I freelance write verses for greeting card companies, so I guess I know what I’m doing.