My 2nd Christmas Without You...

You cannot possibly imagine how much I think back to this particular Christmas.  It was Andy's last Christmas with us.  I would have never have dreamt that a little over a month later he'd be gone.  It makes me happy to see that he was smiling, at least he enjoyed his last Christmas with us.  God I wish I could go back and change time.  I wish I could go back to that Christmas knowing what was coming and change it.  I wish Andy was home from college, both of my kids were here and life was happy and normal again.  I wonder how our lives would be different if he was still here?  I know one thing, I would cry or have to fight back the tears every time I look at our Christmas tree.

 

I look at this picture and think about how full of life he was.  Even when he hurt so bad he loved to make people laugh and I loved hearing his laugh.  He could pull anyone out of their shell and he really listened and cared..  He truly lived life to it's fullest.  I know his injury really got him down because it was the first time he faced a major hurdle that he wasn't sure he could clear.  He always went after what he wanted with everything he had and he rarely failed at getting it.  I don't mean that he was the type to step on whoever's toes it took either.  He accomplished his goals thru pure hard work.  He never let that scare him off.

 

We're used to seeing people's life lights slowly fade as we age, not that that's easy but it's how it's suppose to be.  But what the heart and brain cannot comprehend is when such a strong vibrant light is snuffed out so quickly and unexpectedly.  It's so wrong that it should be impossible but obviously ...it isn't.  The loss of a child leaves a hole so deep and dark that it's like a black hole in space...and we can't do anything about it.  It sucks in any joy or happiness that dares to peek it's head into our lives, it sucks in everything that is us and all we can do is keep breathing and HOPE that someday we will come out whole again from that black hole. 

 

Please know though, that just because I cannot feel "Merry" does not mean that I am not sincere when I wish all of you the very Merriest of Christmas' and all the blessings God has to offer in the coming New Year.

 

And if you are young parents, up late tonight doing what parents of young children do on Christmas eve ;)  Wishing you were close to done and could get to bed, dreading what little sleep you are going to get and what energy is going to be expected of you tomorrow morning I urge you to go in and quietly look at your angel sleeping soundly in their bed dreaming of tomorrow morning and the magic it brings.  Take some time and think about how fast the time you have had them has already passed and you might just find that second wind.  Enjoy this time while you can because it passes so quickly.  Oh...and take lots of pictures! ;) 

 

God Bless and Merry Christmas!

 

 

BAH! HUMBUG!

Andy's last Christmas

This is my 2nd holiday season without Andy and I honestly believe it's the toughest one yet. I know part of it is because we moved. Packing up Andy's room was NOT something I was ready to do and has been incredibly hard. I feel like I really just packed my son away in boxes. I guess because in the beginning we have shock to help protect us and we also tell ourselves "that's not him that's just his body" when we have the funeral. It's funny how our minds will process things exactly as they need to when it comes to something as traumatic as the loss of a child to protect us as much as possible. (It sure doesn't FEEL like it!) Those may contribute but I've also heard many other GM's who are further out say that the 2nd year is the worst. I don't know the reason and am learning to stop asking "why?", all I know is that it is.

Ironically just as it's getting harder for us, it's getting easier for others. Time is healing their pain. Being a parent who has lost a child is the one time I've found that time is not our friend. Again, I'm not speaking merely from my own experience but from talking to and reading the experiences of many others. In our case, the more time that passes the more we miss our children. Sometimes we do get more experienced in handling ourselves publically but don't be fooled our pain is still there is still raw. Maybe this is because under no circumstances do we ever stop being a mother? From the time we know we are pregnant our body's and minds start changing. We are made to love, care for and protect our babies. This is also why no matter how many times people tell us "It's not your fault" we struggle to accept that. Because usually no matter what, in hindsight there is something we can always look back and say "if only we had done this differently then...of course logically we did nothing any normal person wouldn't have done in our shoes but that doesn't matter because they didn't lose their child and we did. We should have made the different choices, or such is our way of thinking and in it's own way it has it's own logic about it. The thing is, at the time, there was no wrong choice and we did the best we could. It's just a hard fact of life that horrible things like this happen and some of us have to walk this nightmarish road. (That's easier typed than believed!)

One thing I heard a lot in the beginning but didn't understand was that people, including many professionals, do not comprehend the difference in the magnitude of the loss when its a parent losing a child vs any other loss.  I  mean this in no way to diminish the pain felt when anyone loses a loved one.  Put plain and simple it hurts.  I've lost a brother, both of my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, friends-I'm no stranger to loss at all but as painful as each of those were, they were minor compared to losing Andy. It still seems impossible/unreal.  My brain cannot accept that such a thing could be real.  Our language is even different (be warned!  Some things that are perfectly "normal" and understood by other GM's are not by people who have never been through it!)

So  how do we get through it? That answer is simple!  Whatever works for you!  I personally go away for the holidays although I do put up the family Christmas tree for the season as hard as it is. This year I found one of our local churches is holding a "Blue Christmas Service" for people just like us, people who have lost loved one's and find "celebrating" more than difficult.  I'm going to try to attend that.  Sometimes serving others such as helping gather gently used toys and clean them up for needy children to have something to unwrap Christmas morning or serving Christmas dinner at a local food bank.

How can you help a loved one who has lost a child get through the Holidays more easily?  Let them know they and their child are not forgotten.  I'd say treat this time as if it were the period right after the child's death because it feels very much like that.  Perhaps drop off a meal, offer to go Christmas shopping with or for them, then sit with them and wrap presents and  be prepared to talk and do some crying.  It's not bad for us to cry.  Crying is healing all you need to do is understand.  Don't be afraid to talk about their child with them especially when everyone is together.  It helps to know other's miss them too.  Maybe  keep an empty chair for them or keep their picture in a prominent place.  If your family drinks propose a toast in memory.  If you can keep in mind that their child still occupies their mind and heart more than ever you will be on the right path. If you are willing to go out of your way to include the child who has passed on I would suggest personally speaking to the parents ahead of time and just bouncing the idea off of them "Hey I was thinking, we're all missing ---- and know how hard these times are for you.  What would you think if we did......?"  One of the hardest things, for me for example, is to be around my large family with all of their kids and their growing families while mine is painfully incomplete.  Doing something to keep Andy part of our family would make it easier for me to "belong".  Instead I try to avoid raining on their day and upsetting everyone.  Oh how I wish I could just go into hibernation until Spring!

TWO WORLDS ONE HEART

God called you home early
I'll never understand why
my heart was ripped right from my chest
will my eyes ever stop crying?

Tears fall, life seemed over
until I realized
the bond between us can never be severed
Not even when one of us dies.

It simply left me with a choice to make
Live in your world or bring you back into mine
Crawl into a hole and cease to exist
or thru me let your beautiful light shine?

I know you're never far from me
We are never far apart
We may be living in separate worlds for now
But we will always share one heart.

I LOVE YOU ANDY!

Nov 4, 2013

 

 

 

I so miss that face!  I still look at his pictures and think "this cannot be real".  But we recently had to move and WOW reality is really hitting me.  I desperately wanted to move out of that house.  While there all I could think about was that my son had laid dying just feet away from me, under the same roof while I slept (which I rarely do).  How if I had done as usual he would still be here.  And the picture of his lifeless body laying across the end of his bed, peaceful but lifeless none the less.  I still wonder-Was he aware of what was happening?  Was he scared?  Did he TRY to get up and get to me?  Did he TRY to call out to me?  Did he suffer at all?  ....and so many many more questions.

 

Now that I'm out of that house though I feel like reality is smacking me in the face.  The fugues are back.  I can't look up and in my minds eye see him walking up the stairs, or raiding the frig, or coming around the corner into my work room.  His "presence" isn't in this house.  Memories?  Yes. But none in this house.  I honestly have not hurt this badly since he passed.  Our Indiana weather doesn't help.  We seem to have skipped fall and went right from summer to winter.  I have no outlet for my grief that works for me.  I NEED to ride and can't (the cold and my body don't get along).  So now I'm in a horrible flare which only compounds everything negative.

 

In a way I feel as if I am being forced to "move on" and I AM NOT READY TO MOVE ON.  I will never be ready to move on without my son.  Perhaps when/if I felt like I had accomplished something that would memorialize him.  I feel as if everyone is moving on and wants me to "just leave him in the past because he's gone now".  NO! He is part of me and as long as I am alive he will always be part of me and never be "in the past".  He had a life ahead of him that didn't get lived out and that keeps me going...to live for him.  Take that from me and I'm back to wanting to join him.

 

I don't think anyone but another mother who has lost her child can fully understand this need inside that I feel.  We are the life givers.  From the moment our children are conceived we live for them, caring for them, nurturing them, teaching, encouraging, loving, feeding, counseling, and we are suppose to protect them.  So when we face the death of a child to us we have failed.  You can tell us logically that we didn't all you want but to us, we did.  There is nearly always something we can look back in hindsight and say "If only we had...he/she would still be here"  we screwed up in the worst way a mother can.  We feel like horrible mothers.  Failures.  So some of us, many of us, search for some way to rectify that, as if we can make it up to them.  I still admittedly take issue with God because He brought Lazarus back for Mary and Martha (and because he was His good friend) but wont do the same for me.  What do I need to do to be worthy?  What did I do to deserve this punishment?  I know I am far from perfect but who isn't?  Why my son? 

 

It's like starting the grief process all over again only now everyone is telling me I shouldn't be grieving.  I really just want to disappear.



Moving

This week has been a rollercoaster of emotions and to be honest I'm actually procrastinating right now.  Today is moving day.  We HAVE to be out of this house completely by midnight tonight.  The new house isn't at all ready.  They can't even get the utilities on yet and we have no running water but we have to move out. 

I thought I would only be happy about getting out of the house my son died in.  It's been so incredibly painful living in the same house I saw my son's lifeless body in for the last time before they took it away.  But now all I can think about is how it is also the last place he LIVED and the memories we made here....and I'm frozen.  I'm unable to move and start packing and moving things.  I have no idea how I'm going to get all of this done.  No idea at all.  I just want to crawl into a hole and hide.



MOTHER'S DAY

It's one of those Breath and hope you make it through it weekends. I really wish I could write a brilliant blog here on grieving the death of your child and how to survive it. I wish I could give you lots of useful tips that would take your pain away. If I ever find those tips I will share them believe me but so far there is none. We just have to choose to survive it or not and push through as painful as it gets keep pushing. You have to be selfish to an extent and shut out those who try to tell you you're doing it "wrong" or "should be over it by now" etc. I can tell you I've not met any parent who has gotten over the death of their child, just some who learn to handle it a bit more gracefully, for lack of a better word, in public. We all face the same giant demon. We all seem to handle it similarly but none exactly the same. You do what you have to do, what feels right to you. I would suggest finding a support group or others going through the same (unfortunately that isn't very hard to do). NOBODY truly understands this loss like another parent who is going through it as well. I personally have one sister and my in-laws who come very close who I'm very thankful for. My sister to seems know what she doesn't understand she understands that she couldn't possibly understand and that means so much.

For me personally, we still live in the same home my son passed in so I need to get away often. I've found places that offer the lowest rates for "vacations" (ha, I'd make a great travel agent now!) and I've purchased a recumbent bike, one that I can ride that doesn't hurt my muscles and I am on it as often as I can. The bike has been a Godsend! It's healthy and I've discovered bike trails are everywhere. Well, except that my state ranks 42nd in providing good bike trails but essentially you can travel the entire US via bike and ride primarily safe from traffic on greenways and rail trails. Giving me the opportunity to think or completely clear my mind of everything and simply take in the scenery that you just don't see from a car. I now want to see as much of the world from my bike as I can. If I have to live on this earth without my son then I want to make the most out of every single moment so when I see my son again I can tell him about all this Earth was about, meet as many people as I can and listen to their stories find out how much all of us are alike and where our differences are. And in the process talk about my children, in that way my son will live on (at least in my mind.) He definitely will if I'm able to write a book about my travels which I hope to get to do.

Still none of this makes these days like his birthday, holidays and especially Mother's Day since I've also lost my mother any easier. So I'm sending out ton's of virtual (((HUGS))) to all the other grieving parents out there who are facing the same situation this weekend. Just take a deep breath and be easy on yourself. Remember you are no less a mom now than you were just because you're baby is with the Lord. You still carried and loved that baby and you will forever be a mom. God Bless and Happy Mother's Day...

The Pain

There is no pain as great as that of the loss of a child, someone formed in your body by your body, nurtured and fed by your body, LOVED by you from the moment you know. There has been an unusual amount of young people and babies returning "Home" way to early lately. At first I thought it was just me noticing it because of going through it but I asked our funeral director and he confirmed that I was right and then again on the news earlier this week they were going on about how many teens have died in automobile accident related deaths so far this year (something like 17 here in IN. alone already.). For the news purposes they were relating them to possibly texting and driving but of the one's I know of that had nothing to do with it. Unexpected high water was one, pure recklessness in one or two, and in many we honestly just don't know what happened. I know from other grieving mothers that many lost their children at the hands of reckless adults not paying attention to the kids on their bikes or skateboards, many others lost their children the same way I lost my Andy, due to doctor's ignorance. The list is long but not limited to just one or two causes. In short our world has become a threatening place to grow up in no matter where you live. I was writing a message to a cousin who I just learned lost her baby at 5 months gestation when something occurred to me. I started to say that I wish I could take away her pain. What I truly wish is that none of us had to go through it but if we have to see our babies go Home before us I'm not sure I'd want the pain to be gone. I realize that sounds crazy but much like the saying "The pain let's me know I'm alive", the pain is a constant dedication to the life I brought into this world and loved so much, so this is why I'm not sure I'd want the pain gone. It's more a matter of learning to live with it and recognize it for what it is-Love.

Choices

When I decided to write this I couldn't decide at first whether to put it in this blog or in my TRAVELING ON ANGEL'S WINGS blog because I realized that I do have other reasons for needing to make that ride-I need to see that there is still goodness out there and I want to be an example of what I hope I have taught my children "Be the change you want to see in the world". It is because of the latter and because it affects so many children that I chose to put it here. With all the rapid "progress" I personally don't believe most people are seeing the elephant in the room these days. We have got to the point of pass the buck so bad that we blame objects, things of our own creation for the bad things that are happening. At the risk of sounding as harsh as the majority who claim to be humanitarians yet leave the human race completely out of the equation I'm going to give you some examples: 1) Right now our government is debating the question of whether to revoke our constitutional right to bear arms due to the recent outbreak of mass shootings and I'll add wanting to be more lenient on illegal immigration into our country from a country over run with violence. Let me point out to you that the shooters in these horrible acts of violence were NOT gun owners. They plotted their acts and procured their guns via illegal means. Taking away the legal trade of gun sales and ownership would not have changed the outcome in these incidents. They were going to do what they were going to do and if not with guns then they would have found another way, perhaps a more lethal way who knows? And isn't it a bit more logical to crack down harder on a known violent countries immigrants to the point where we know that only those with no known history of violence are entering our borders? (I realize that is just touching the tip of the immigration iceberg) I grew up in a house with guns that were kept on a gun rack right out in the open in the family room and I would never have thought of doing such a thing. So I ask myself why? What is the difference between them and me? 2)Traditional family values/traditional family I had a mom who stayed home and saw her job of raising us 5 kids as important. I had a place to fall, someone to catch me. Today IF a household has both parents both usually work. So many kids basically raise themselves. Kids need that place to fall. Further people don't seem to truly love their kids. Boys help make babies but they don't stick around to help raise them. Couple divorce way to easily creating lies in their heads to make themselves feel better about it when it comes to the kids "Kids adapt easily" "It's better for them than to see us fighting all the time" Well hear me on this and hear me clearly YOU TWO ADULTS ALLOWED THE RIFT BETWEEN YOU. IT IS YOUR PROBLEM NOT YOUR KIDS. YOU ADAPT! AND IF SOMEBODY HAS TO SUFFER DUE TO YUR MISTAKES WHY SHOULD IT BE YOUR KIDS? WHY SHOULDN'T YOU HAVE TO EITHER WORK THINGS OUT OR SHUT UP AND DEAL WITH IT AS LONG AS THERE ISN'T ABUSE INVOLVED? AFTERALL IT'S NOT THE KIDS MISTAKE. It's that dealing with those rough times that makes for true love that lasts in the long run if you want to know a secret..and you are not always going to like each other that's why we make the promise "through good times and bad" when we are at our happiest. Also included in this are those people who put money and "things" above their kids claiming "it's for the kids" when what they are really doing is robbing their children of that place to fall in order to have an excess of "things" that are not necessary. And last in this point families no longer find it their responsibility to take care of their family. I'm talking extended family. Not so long ago and still in many other countries with lower divorce rates extended families help each other, often even living together feeding into the old saying "it takes a village to raise a child" 3) Value of relationship and the person is disappearing rapidly. If you are a Christian the Bible tells us from beginning to end that we are created to help and love one another. Yet some Christians will tell people that God wants us to rely only on Him. I often wonder if these people have ever picked up and actually read a Bible? We are not to judge others just love them and help them..even our enemies and nonbelievers. We are to "weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice". Today what do you hear? "I've got my own problems to worry about" "I don't want any more drama in my life" "It's not MY problem" "He/she has too much baggage" "This should be an equal partnership" "Too needy" "You need to learn to do it for yourself because nobody else is going to do it for you." INDEPENDENCE parents even wash their hands of their kids as soon as legally possible...that parental love bond is disappearing and when that's gone..I'm not sure there is any hope left. Since losing Andy I've noticed how for most life goes on as normal...as if he never existed and it occurred to me how even grieving has changed. Not so long ago a family was EXPECTED to grieve for a prolonged period of time during which friends or servants (who dressed to sow their mourning as well) took care of them and it was taboo for them not too. And that time was indefinite when the loss was a child. Now employers don't even allow enough time off to make arrangements and have the services let alone handle all the business that comes with losing a family member and then having time to grieve. Some people think families should "get over it and move on" very quickly..which if they had ever experienced a deep loving relationship they should be able to understand that is impossible. And that brings me to my last point and it's many tangents. People used to show respect for the dead and their family. It was considered wrong to speak ill of the dead. I can't tell you how many rumors I've heard being spread about how my Andy died all because it involved pain medication. These people don't know the truth and they are destroying a young man's reputation who is no longer here to defend himself. But they do this to people who are alive as well. The mere mention of a potentially addictive medication leads our society in general to label anyone taking one of those medications as "an addict". "just say no" has done so much more harm than good. I'm not saying there isn't a problem but the answer we've adopted has destroyed lives as much if not more than the drugs. What is needed is straight forward honest and detailed education about these medications and let me tell you, you won't get it even from many doctors. Even specialists in the area are lacking. If they weren't Andy would still be with us today. First of all, when you truly need a pain medication for example, you do not get a buzz or high from it. If you do then it's time to cut back because THAT is when you risk addiction and it's true addiction is hell to beat. They need to know how different drugs work in the body..how some are not felt instantly and if you keep taking more you will die. They need to know dosage is very important because your body produces it's own natural pain relief just sometimes it doesn'[ produce enough and taking them when you don't need the can put too much in your body, it can cause your body to stop producing what you need, and it effects the chemicals in the brain making it difficult for you to experience joy..which is often the cause of addicts going for that bigger high or stronger drug. And while I'm at it, ask yourself this-Why do we automatically consider addicts "criminals"?? They are usually victims way or another who need help but when society labels them a criminal or social deviant and all the stigma that goes with that we make it next to impossible for them to get the help they need. Andy was terrified of talking to his doctor about his symptoms with his medication because with a previous pain management doctor I questioned why he would switch him to a much stronger benzo that had him non functional even sitting, that had was less of a muscle relaxer which was what he was taking it for (back spasms), and had a much higher street value putting us at a higher risk to be broken into. His response "I wasn't aware you were concerned about him selling his medication." Excuse my language but WTF?! I never said anything about that! I was concerned because the only way it controlled his spasms was by drugging him up so badly he would nod off in mid text to friends and his gf! It made no logical sense. (part of why we left that doctor...which gets you accused of "doctor shopping". I don't know why that is a bad thing?) Anther time he had just had a procedure which to put simply is basically spinal tap that leaked. His neurologist at the time told me to take him back to the ER at that hospital which I did. That ER doctor made things incredibly worse. He wouldn't listen to any of us, wouldn't call radiology or the neurologist. He had him sitting up, standing, trying to walk, bend etc..constantly insisting that he was just there for drugs. Why? Because he was a teenage boy who happened to come in on a Friday evening. That's all. That cost Andy a week of the worst spinal headache ever and when they eventually had to do a blood patch (also very painful) the doctor who performed it told me that Andy had the worst leak he had EVER seen. Had I not been more worried about my son than anything That man would have found himself in court! The point is that doctor made a choice a prejudicial choice that caused harm to my son. As did the other pain management doctor and another which caused great distrust in doctors and hopelessness of ever being healed. People, even people he thought were friends spoke about him as if he were an addict and that was why he died. Perhaps if they had bothered to visit through al of this maybe they would have known the truth? But I guess they only liked him when he could go do things...fair weathered friends. Perhaps if we made the choice to practice what Jesus taught Love God above all and love they neighbor as thy self, care for our sick, widowed and elderly. Treat women gently (as the weaker vessel) and value relationship (If you need me to give examples on that I will), stop judging and "hold coals over wrong doers head" by treating them with excess kindness. Maybe if we made those choices progress wouldn't be so bad. Just a thought.

One Last Goodbye

At this time last year I was getting ready to go see your face for the last time ever on this Earth.  I would touch you one last time and watch them close the casket that said "I'm going home" fittingly and your brothers fighting back their own tears, carry you to the hearse then into the mausoleum as your final words were read.  And then we watched over you as they placed you gently into your body into it's tomb.

This is still available only to my brain and shut off to my heart.  My heart still cannot accept that that day has taken place. Perhaps because I split in two and one of me is with you. I love you my son and you are and always will be part of me.

1 YEAR AGO/ GOD'S WORD

This moment should not be.  I'm begging you Lord, please let me go back to this exact time one year ago with the knowledge I have now? If not that may I please have at least the opportunity to spend a little time with him to hug him and say goodbye for now?  And hear him say "Bye mom, I'll see you in time.  I love you."  Yes I have so many questions but when it comes down to it I just want my son back or at very least the chance to say goodbye, not in some letter to nowhere, or thin air or a make believe person in a chair or a picture of him but ANDY!  The young man I gave birth to and loved and cared for 21 years.  Is that not fair and just?

I prayed and asked at the cemetery but he did not come.  I ASKED!  I called for him but he did not come.  I listened for him but he did not come.  I WAITED!  Did I not wait long enough?

I'm ashamed to write what I'm feeling and thinking.  When I started this open journal though I told myself that  I would be right straight forward with everything I experience.  Now I'm questioning my decision as well as my character!  Some of you will confirm that I am crazy while others will judge me a horrible person who couldn't possibly be a christian. Okay here it goes...

Although I don't attend a church I have a very strong relationship with Christ.  Asking if I am a believer is like  asking me if I believe my husband exists?  Duh..and when I have felt I could trust nobody else I ALWAYS trusted Jesus.  So when we found Andy my instinct was to go to Jesus and I've begged for the same gift He gave Mary and Martha (He brought Lazarus back from the dead).  God says "Ask and you shall receive".  I ASKED!  I have asked from the very beginning with complete and utter faith!  God is a God of Love, fair and just, compassionate.  Where is there any of that in this situation?????  I wonder what it's like when we die and become one with you?  Because I have to wonder if having come here on Earth as a man, thus having never carried a living being inside of your own body FEELING IT as it grows from mere cells to a tiny little person who then exits your body and you feed it and nurture it WITH YOUR BODY as it grows into a completely amazing unique individual ...I wonder if you know what this is like for us Mom's who have had to face losing our children?  With all due respect Father I am not sure you would have the same perspective and I'm telling you it's too hard to bear!

Now I'm thinking "Should I word that more politely?" like God doesn't know what I'm thinking?  I'd only be hiding it from any of you who chose to read this.  Do I have the right to be angry with God?  I don't know, can't help it, I am.  I feel like He has gone back on His promise and that hurts.  I cannot imagine not trusting God.  I don't even want to go there.

I would LOVE some input here.  The problem is, or might be, you don't know ME.  I know this because of my friends and family I do see I might see them 1-3 times a year and that's not enough to really KNOW ME.  Now if you have some ideas that only involve God's word/nature then please help me?

I'm not asking this lightly.  My relationship with Jesus has been my foundation and at the very worst time ever  I feel like there are cracks in the foundation and I feel like I'm about to unravel.

OPEN ENDED MYSTERY

I see babies being born and I see you

I see toddler’s eyes wide with wonder and I think of you

I see young mothers preparing for their child’s first day of school

And I remember yours.  I don’t know who was more nervous me or you.

So many of us look back on our school days

And the relationships we form

As the best years of our lives.

I’m grateful that at least you had those.

It’s there my life turns upside down…

I see your friends starting their adult lives

But you will be forever young

I see them starting their families

I’ll never share that with you.

I’ll never see the look on your face

As you see your beautiful bride

Walk down the aisle to join your side for life

I’ll never see you start you first home with your new wife.

I’ll never see the wonder in your eyes

When you hear your first born baby cry

Or hold your children in my arms

As I see a little bit of you staring back at me.

No instead I’m left to wonder who you would be.

You were taken much too young

Like one of those movies

Where the ending is left an open mystery.

 



January 22, 2013

SEEING

As I watched the video of Steven Curtis Chapman
Tell the story of his family’s tragedy.
I felt God take my hand
And whisper softly “Now do you see?”

“The pain you feel inside
Is also inside me
There are just some things I agreed to 
Allow to be.”

“But this I promise you  my little one
In this try and find peace
You can take comfort
Your son has come home, he is with me.”

“He’s enjoying The company
Of your Mom and Dad
And Brother
And ME!”

“And this I promise you too
You’re closer to your son now
Than you ever were before
For he is within me now a
And I dwell within you.”

“So next time you feel sorrow
Remember you’re never alone
Together we are watching over you
Until the day I too call you home.”