When my friend Mundi died, I left the house though it was late at night, and went for a walk. I didn't want to tell the kids before they went to sleep, and I was barely holding back the tears, so I fled outside where I could cry as much as I wanted to without worrying about the kids hearing me. I walked, and as I walked I started talking to her. I told her everything I was feeling, how worried I was about her family, how sorry I was for the times we didn't hang out. Towards the end of the walk I started to feel better. It felt like she was there listening to me. To this day, I'm sure she heard me.
So don't you think Eli could have been there trying to comfort his mother and father, his sisters and brothers that night --the hardest night of their life?