Unexpected, Unwanted Call
I last posted on my blog in April. While we were on vacation, we got that unwanted, unexpected phone call in the night. A police officer called to tell us that our son had been found dead in his apartment. While we knew he was not in good health (a disabled veteran) and would probably not live to be an old man, we still did not expect to be planning his funeral. As my husband sadly said, “No one should bury their own child.” Yet, we know that many do – some burying their children at a much younger age than our son.
I stopped blogging
At times of great grief, your world seems to come to a halt. My husband and I are great Scrabble nuts as I shared before in Confessionns of a Scrabble Addict (https://barblaneblog.com/2015/02/22/confessions-of-a-scrabble-addict/) . But suddenly we no longer wanted to play. It was as if continuing with our favorite game was somehow to make his death seem unimportant. Every time I sat down to blog, I could not decide on a subject. Should I continue to write about the silly, every-day part of my life. How could I do that when I’m supposed to be grieving? Should I continue to write on more serious subjects. I just did not have the heart for that. So – I stopped blogging.
But the world does NOT stop turning.
But, even if we would like it to, the world does not stop turning. Life goes on – and that is a good thing. While we will always miss and grieve the loss of our son, we are so blessed with other children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. We do no service to his memory to stop loving life.
Let the games begin – the blogging continue
So – tonight we are going to play a game of Scrabble and I am returning to my writing.
I am so, so, very sorry for your loss. Life does deliver some devastating blows. I am glad you are getting through this one. Some things leave us with tears for the rest of our lives. I remember that in heaven, God will wipe away all tears. Revelation 21:4 King James Bible And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. I, too, am looking forward to having all tears wiped away. May you have the love of the rest of your family to keep you every day as you support them and they support you. The little ones especially need you, as you need and enjoy and encourage them.
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Thank you for those kind words. We do have a reunion to look forward to.
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Reblogged this on Grandma's Ramblings and commented:
Today marks the 3rd anniversary of our son’s death. Time does heal – but it’s not a complete healing. Sorrow and pain remain and while life does go on, when you lose a loved one to death, the anniversary of their death, their birthday and other special times bring memories flooding back. It’s bittersweet. Thankful for the memories. Though they bring sorrow with them, they also bring comfort as we remember the good times.
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So sorry for your loss. I can only imagine what a hard hard thing that must’ve been then, and continues to be now. I trust you’ll find some comfort in the celebration of our Risen Lord.
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Thank you! Yes, today was a bitter sweet day. Bitter because of his death but sweet because we know that because of the resurrection death is not the end.
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Having faith helps so very much. Thank God. No wonder it’s called a gift.
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