Standing on the Shore

After losing our son in April of 2015, I saw several visuals created to depict grief. Some show a line drawing that looks like a mess of tangled string; there's no clear beginning or end and no real direction. For many, that is an accurate description. Grief is different for each person, so the stages, longevity of each stage, and the order in which each person experiences each stage is different and, therefore, very unpredictable.

I also heard it described as waves in the ocean. Sometimes the swells are immense and enough to pull you under. Sometimes the waves are smaller and more manageable. However, unlike a lake or pond, the waters are never still. There will always be waves. As one waves subsides, another is building and preparing to crash.

The waves for me come on as memories play through my mind, or as I see all the photos of kids going to school or dressed up for Halloween. Every Christmas and birthday celebration floods my mind with thoughts of what Thatcher would have been like. For anyone that has lost a child, these once full-of-joy moments become reminders of what they are missing.

I've done fairly well managing my grief. Perhaps a more accurate statement would be that I've done a good job of burying my grief with the busyness of a full schedule. I realized last year that the still moments gave way to tear-filled moments of flash-backs. I dread those quiet moments. I dread being left alone with my memories. Although it's been a year and a half, the memories of that day are so fresh in my mind; they are burned into my being.

Today was a hectic morning, just like all the others. But, as I sat at a red light, flashes of the funeral home and touching his lifeless body flashed through my mind. Why? I have no clue, but I'm sure my grief timeline isn't unlike many others that have experienced the loss of a loved one. There at that stop light, I sobbed for my baby. A year and a half later and I'm still crying in the car.

Some days it feels like life is moving forward at such a fast pace. Days seem to be whirling by me and I'm working to keep my head above water. Then there are days like today sprinkled in the mix in which I am brought back to those heart-breaking moments and I feel stuck in my sorrow. Please don't misunderstand me. I'm in such a better place than I was two years ago when this sorrow began. My faith is stronger, my love is deeper, my compassion is greater.

I write these words tonight not for sympathy, but in hopes that it would encourage another mother in her journey. The days will come when you will laugh again. But days will come when the tears flow...and that's okay. It's okay to have those moments in your closet or in the car when you cry out in anguish. It's okay to have those days when you just want to sit and be with the Lord with tears streaming down your face as you remember your little one. But, as you stand on the shore, waiting for the next wave, realize that vast ocean before you is full of His grace, love and mercy. As you stare out at the great expanse of endless waters, know that His plans and story for you are so much greater than this moment of grief.

My Weary Heart

Thatcher has been gone for six and a half weeks, but I feel like I have been grieving for so much longer. Most of the time, I feel like I'm walking around in a haze. My ability to focus and complete the most basic tasks has diminished to zero. I had a hard time finishing things before...but this takes the cake.

Today, however, has been one of the hard ones. I can never tell when they will come. My day will be going smoothly, and without warning, I will get blindsided by something: a phone call, a keepsake, a comment, my milk letting down around other babies, all small reminders that my arms don't have a tiny baby to hold. Today, I was busy avoiding all the other things I needed to do and started cleaning out and reorganizing our garage while simultaneously helping the AC repair man and keeping the kids from killing each other. I was managing my day just fine, then, my phone rang. It was the funeral home informing me that Thatcher's death certificate was ready to be picked up. I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. I hid my face and cried for a moment before talking to the repairman again...I hope he doesn't think I'm crazy.

It's days like today that make it so hard to not be bitter or to have a woe-is-me attitude. Life just doesn't seem to let up. I have two small kids that demand lots of attention, fights that need mediating, a house that needs tending, laundry that needs cleaning, and the list goes on. All this without the grief can make the most energetic person feel worn, but mix it all up with grief and it can feel like you're drowning. On these hard days, I find it so hard to talk to God. I feel like I can't go to Him with this bitter, weary heart. The truth is, that is exactly what He wants...attitude and all. I may have to force myself to take a moment (or many) and just sit silently in my closet (yes, I hide from the kids and chaos) and weep with Him. When I am done, I feel like the weight has been lifted momentarily and God gives me the strength and peace to make it until the next wave comes.

But now thus says the LORD, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: "Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the LORD your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.   (Isaiah 43:1-3a)

A Mourner's Needs

We will all experience sorrow at some point in our lives. Some may lose a close friend, others may lose a parent, a sibling, or a child, and others will have sorrow over a loss of things they held dear. What would you need at that moment in life? What could others do to show love and support? I'm no expert on this subject, as I'm still navigating through the murky waters of grief, but I have learned through the last few months that for everyone the "need" is different. But, I can say without question, the answer is never "nothing."

Nothing implies, just that, nothing. It implies there is no value in the person or the source of their sorrow. It opens up new wounds in an already raw flesh. Of course, I know this isn't true, but Satan can squeeze his way into these sad lonely moments and tell you that no one cares. Even with others surrounding you, grief can leave you feeling totally isolated.

I don't think anyone can predict what they will need until you are in the midst of grief. For me, I needed to be surrounded by people to keep me from crumbling. I was afraid to be alone because that was when I was at my weakest.  It's in the quite times that I let my thoughts race and the tears flow. I am so blessed that I had people around me doing whatever they could to take care of my family and me during the last few months. Meals would show up on our doorstep, gifts for the kids were delivered, cards arrived in the mail, my phone rang every day, and friends would just drop by to check on us.

It's so hard to know what a person needs during those dark days. So what should we do when we just don't know? The answer is ANYTHING. Anything you can do to show that you love them and that you are there for them. Pray and ask God what you can do for them. Pray that God will use you to show His love and grace to those that are hurting. I saw the Lord working through others and meeting our greatest needs during our darkest moments.

I know that there are those that will say they want nothing and that their desire is to be left alone. While they may not want anyone sitting next to them, I can guarantee that they correct response is not to leave them alone. Pray for them, send them cards, or leave messages to let them know you remember them and love them.

I will end this post by saying that it can be so easy to send a text message these days, and consider our job done. But please know that for a grieving person, they might need more. There is a level of intimacy and compassion that is lost in simply sending a text to show you care. Somehow in the last decade with smart phones and social media, we have veered off the path of closeness in relationships and truly meeting others needs. I know I'm personally guilty of that. Prayerfully consider what God would have you do to extend His love to others.