Saturday, March 6, 2010

Loss

Posted by Tracy Wainwright at 9:47 PM
Some things are too much for words. Yet, words are always there. We have had a week. It's been one of THOSE weeks. You know, the week when the stomach bug hits. And it doesn't hit hard, slamming the ball out of the park, bringing in loaded bases all at once. No, this bug walked one person around the bases.

I came down with a stomach bug on Tuesday morning, my 4-year-old Tuesday night, my 9-month old Wednesday night, and my 7-year-old Thursday night (her birthday). I felt like I was drowning in laundry and my body couldn't quite recover. Two nights were spent on the floor, keeping the kids away from the bed and one half the night in a recliner with the baby. Then the worst day came.

The day that felt like three. My now 7-year-old made it through the night, then threw up again in the morning. We got a call that my husband's grandfather had gone into the hospital. He went, I stayed. It was one of those times when you know you're exactly where you should be, but your heart is somewhere else. I spent most of the day walking around in circles, making telephone calls, praying, and straightening. Then the call I'd been waiting for and dreading all at the same time came. My husband's granfather had passed away. That morning when his four children and six grandchildren woke up, they had no idea it would be the day they would lose their patriarch.

The sadness of a lost loved one is heart-breaking. They are such a part of our lives. However, there is definite comfort in knowing we will see him again. There is comfort in knowing that every illness, catastrophe, and death we face, it is not the end. We miss those we love dearly, but we have hope, which helps us withstand the pain of those losses

Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 1 Thessalonians 4:13-14.

1 comments on "Loss"

bluecottonmemory on March 13, 2010 at 11:37 PM said...

I am so sorry for your loss. My FIL died Jan 27. He was diagnosed with cancer 2 days before Christmas. He'd played tennis just a few weeks before. Two of my boys were sick for two days befor he died and had to wear masks to Hospice to visit. We're slowly finding our balance, but it just seems like some necessary ingredient to make things just right is missing. I talked about our journey in January. The last post was the following:
http://bluecottonmemory.wordpress.com/2010/02/05/wheres-that-miracle/

I think what comforts all of us the most is when David said when he lost his child, "He can no longer come to me, but I can go to him."

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Loss

Some things are too much for words. Yet, words are always there. We have had a week. It's been one of THOSE weeks. You know, the week when the stomach bug hits. And it doesn't hit hard, slamming the ball out of the park, bringing in loaded bases all at once. No, this bug walked one person around the bases.

I came down with a stomach bug on Tuesday morning, my 4-year-old Tuesday night, my 9-month old Wednesday night, and my 7-year-old Thursday night (her birthday). I felt like I was drowning in laundry and my body couldn't quite recover. Two nights were spent on the floor, keeping the kids away from the bed and one half the night in a recliner with the baby. Then the worst day came.

The day that felt like three. My now 7-year-old made it through the night, then threw up again in the morning. We got a call that my husband's grandfather had gone into the hospital. He went, I stayed. It was one of those times when you know you're exactly where you should be, but your heart is somewhere else. I spent most of the day walking around in circles, making telephone calls, praying, and straightening. Then the call I'd been waiting for and dreading all at the same time came. My husband's granfather had passed away. That morning when his four children and six grandchildren woke up, they had no idea it would be the day they would lose their patriarch.

The sadness of a lost loved one is heart-breaking. They are such a part of our lives. However, there is definite comfort in knowing we will see him again. There is comfort in knowing that every illness, catastrophe, and death we face, it is not the end. We miss those we love dearly, but we have hope, which helps us withstand the pain of those losses

Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 1 Thessalonians 4:13-14.

1 comments:

bluecottonmemory said...

I am so sorry for your loss. My FIL died Jan 27. He was diagnosed with cancer 2 days before Christmas. He'd played tennis just a few weeks before. Two of my boys were sick for two days befor he died and had to wear masks to Hospice to visit. We're slowly finding our balance, but it just seems like some necessary ingredient to make things just right is missing. I talked about our journey in January. The last post was the following:
http://bluecottonmemory.wordpress.com/2010/02/05/wheres-that-miracle/

I think what comforts all of us the most is when David said when he lost his child, "He can no longer come to me, but I can go to him."

 

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