CS Lewis once said that "grief is like the sky, it covers everything." In recent weeks, our family has found that this is so very true. It seems that there is no right or wrong way to travel this path of grief. I have created this blog in hopes that some day we will be able to look back on our journey and see written proof that our great God never leaves us. God is good all the time.

Celebrating Laynee

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Monday, February 18, 2013

Empathy

"Pray. Pray hard. My sweet daughter gave birth yesterday to her 40 week, perfect in everyway, still born daughter."  "Tell me again... God is good always. Tell me"  These words are an excerpt from a message sent to me last week from a beautiful, dear friend.  In the past two weeks I have had three phone calls or messages telling me of the death of someone's child.  A little three year old boy, so very much like Laynee died in an accident eerily similar to our own accident.  One day later, a young boy from our church, a friend of my children, died in a car accident.  And now this message from my friend, her daughter's long awaited daughter, gone before she took her first breath.  After learning of each of these, I did the one and only thing that I know to do.  I prayed. It was in praying for my friend and her daughter that I realized something is different. My prayers are different.  My response to another's tragedy is different.  I am different.

Not long ago, a few months maybe,  this sort of news would have been nearly debilitating to me.  I would, most certainly, have prayed for these families, but my tears, the deep sorrow that I felt would have been for my own tragedy, my own loss, not theirs.  I would have been thrust back in time to our own horrific experience and relived the trauma of my own life. In praying I would have lashed out at God, begging to understand why it is that bad things happen to good people, demanding to know why he took my daughter from me.  But this was not my reaction to hearing of each of these recent tragedies. 

While my reaction to the loss that others have experienced is different than it has ever been since Laynee's accident, neither is it the same as it would have been before Laynee died.  The difference....is empathy. Before experiencing the death of a child I would have felt sympathy for any parent who must endure such sorrow.  Sympathy and empathy, though often used interchangeably, are not the same.  The sympathy that I felt before would have come from compassion born of my  perception of what I thought it might be like to lose a child. I would have ached for each of these families, all the while hoping that I would never have to know or understand this type of pain. I wondered "how does one survive something like that?" In contrast, the empathy that I feel now comes from a deep, personal understanding of child loss.  From knowing the physical pain, the shock, the agony of burying your beloved child.  Along with this empathy comes the knowledge that these parents will never, ever be the same.  That their lives will forever be marked in terms of "before" and "after."  Even as I know this, I know too that they will survive.  By the grace of God they will carry on.

Tears fell upon hearing of each of these recent tragedies.  For the first time since we said good bye to our baby girl,  not one of those tears were for my own pain but for the pain of these parents.  My prayers were simply "Oh God, be near to them.  It's such a long and painful journey." I pray also that somehow I can take this empathy and use it for the service of others.

Comfort, comfort my people, says your God
Isaiah 40:1

Thursday, February 14, 2013

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, LAYNEE GRACE
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
 MY FOREVER LOVE