There is something about losing a child that stays with you. I have been working through this loss for twenty-five years, and know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am healed completely from it. Still, it is the one pain that never goes away. It doesn’t control me anymore, but it doesn’t leave either.
There is something about losing a child that is severely humbling because it makes you recognize your humanness. You realize that you couldn’t keep this terrible thing from happening to you. Your need for the presence of others in your life is multiplied. This is an experience you cannot walk through alone.
But you can’t lean totally on others, either. It is a balance only you can figure out. You have to walk through the pain, the questions, the anger. You have to go through the nights when you can’t sleep, where you wander aimlessly through the possibilities of what you could have done differently. The crippling pain that feels like it won’t leave your heart and your stomach is yours to deal with.
This is an area, for me, where the verses, Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God, (2 Cor 1:3-4), are the most real. I can give advice from all my other life experiences, but in this area, all I can do is give of the comfort I have received myself. There is nothing I can say or offer, apart from praying for comfort for the parent, and for their peace and the ability to sleep, because I know the road ahead of them is so rough and so long.
Part of that comfort is the knowledge that God the Father lost His own son to death. He knows what the pain of losing a child feels like, and it is vital for us to talk to Him through this process. Speak to Him of your anger, your pain, your inability to cope. Speak to Him about all of it. Receive His comfort because that is what will help you get through the years ahead. I wasn’t a Christian at the time I lost my son, but I talked to God through the process. I leaned on Him heavily.
After a child’s death you still have to move on in life as if it didn’t happen. You have to decide how to get through Christmases, birthdays, outings, anniversaries, and something as simple as table settings. Then you have to grow to accommodate not having that person there. You don’t know if you should tell people or not that you’re missing a child here. If you do, they’ll pity you and the mood will change; if you don’t, you’re alone in your misery.
Losing a child, no matter their age, places you in the subset of those living in a state of loss. You may learn to cope with it eventually, and hopefully even live full and happy lives, but you will never forget that child. You will never forget what that loss feels like. And it can take the tiniest thing to tap into that place; because as healed as you might be, that loss will always remain one of the realest things about you.
If I speak or write about my son now it is only in passing. I don’t dwell on losing him, and sometimes I go days without thinking about him; but watching another mother go through what I went through always breaks my heart. Their hurt and their tears are my hurt and my tears. It is a familiarity and recognition that is extremely painful.
Yes, losing a child makes us live in a state of loss, and no, we won’t know this side of heaven why it had to happen. It’s one of those things that makes no sense to us, in the category of , ‘How does God justify the presence of mosquitos in His creation? Or, the appendix in the body?’ I gave up a long time ago trying to answer the ‘why’ did my son have to die; instead I chose to live as full a life as I could, even though my loss felt so great.
My ramblings on this matter may seem empty and meaningless for the parent who has only just entered this state, but I say these words anyway because I know firsthand how powerful and encouraging words of comfort can be. It was within week one of me living here, that a long time resident whispered in my ear: One day you will realize that your boy wasn’t the first thought in your mind when you woke up. He might be the second thought, but he wasn’t the first; and that will bring you hope. Look forward for that day. The possibility that those words could be true became my lifeline.
Even though the pain may never fully leave you, there will come a day when it will no longer control you. Let the knowledge that that day is coming be a source of hope for you. Until then, do everything you have to do to survive in this land. Lean on others. Cry. Be honest with what you’re feeling. Pray. Find the balance between what others can do for you, and what you have to do for yourself.
And above all, cling to the God of comfort, even if you’re angry at Him or hate Him for allowing this to happen to you. If you can walk through this and claim your healing, you can become a source of comfort to the others, (and there will be others!) who will join you in this land. They dont know it yet, but they are depending on you.
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