This was taken from team-ewan.com.
I hope I'm able to communicate in those moments that grieving Ewan (that grieving any loss, really) is not a black and white matter; it's not either/or, but both/and. I can trust that he's in heaven and rejoice in that, and I can acknowledge that we will be feeling the loss of him acutely for a long time -- probably our whole lives. I can rejoice in the truth that he is not suffering anymore, and weep bitterly over the reality that he isn't with us, that we did not get nearly enough time with him. I can be happy that he doesn't have to be sliced or poked or taped or stitched ever again, and desperately ache for him to be back here with us. One reality doesn't cancel out the other. We hold them in tension, with all the uncomfortable complexity and unfathomable mystery that such nuances create.
I hope I'm able to communicate in those moments that grieving Ewan (that grieving any loss, really) is not a black and white matter; it's not either/or, but both/and. I can trust that he's in heaven and rejoice in that, and I can acknowledge that we will be feeling the loss of him acutely for a long time -- probably our whole lives. I can rejoice in the truth that he is not suffering anymore, and weep bitterly over the reality that he isn't with us, that we did not get nearly enough time with him. I can be happy that he doesn't have to be sliced or poked or taped or stitched ever again, and desperately ache for him to be back here with us. One reality doesn't cancel out the other. We hold them in tension, with all the uncomfortable complexity and unfathomable mystery that such nuances create.
Thinking of AJ.
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One quick story. Matt will often tell Andrew stories about uncle AJ. When he was younger I think he would get confused and think they were about uncle Ed, but he knows now that they are different uncles. :) Anyway, the other day after one of Matt's stories, Andrew told him it would be awesome if uncle AJ had a really long rope and could come down from heaven. So sweet.
This day is a tough one. It's especially hard these days as I think about how much fun he and our boys would have together. One of the last conversations I vividly remember is AJ telling me to be happy with how much money I'll be saving because he'd have all the cool toys and our kids would always go to his house to play. I love the thought of that.
5 comments:
Such beauty amungst such sorrow...the contradictons of life. If it were not for, God, family and friends, who could bear such tragedies?
Not only today, but always...
Praying for God's blessing for the Dyk family.
And our sympathy and prayers for the recent loss of little Ewan.
I think this was a perfect post. :) And I would image the loss of AJ takes on a whole new meaning now that you have two boys of your own.
there are so many things that kirsten writes that hit home. saying an extra prayer for you today.
Thak-you Lori. Love, Mom Dyk
Lori, I somehow missed this post but it popped up on your "popular posts" thing and I just now read it. I love what Andrew said, so sweet:) Thanks for sharig.
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