It is overwhelming to me when I allow
myself to think on the losses I have had throughout my life. Mothers
day has just passed and it has been a difficult day for me for many
years. On this day I pulled out some photo albums and reminisced
with myself about what was. I was looking for a good photo of my own
mother and maybe one with Madison in the same picture. Many of my
Facebook friends were posting pictures of their mothers and I thought
I would too, but I didn't. I was fine for a little while then came
across pictures of my uncle, then my father-in-law, there were also
some of my niece too and my husband's grandfather. I didn't go far
enough back see photos of my dad but he came to mind as well. I know
other people have lost family members and I'm not trying to diminish
another's loss. I just feel like I've been losing people I love for
so long, starting at the age of four. Sometimes I'll think to
myself, “Why?” That is the ultimate question, not just why do
people die but why do some die so young?
I've heard the saying about the silver
lining my whole life. I also have heard it said that God will bring
good out of bad things. But for the life of me I can't see how the
death of one who is so loved or so young can bring something good.
The death of my father brought misery, fear and poverty to my mother
and sisters and me. Yes my mother became a stronger person but she
already was strong even if she didn't feel so. The death of my
daughter brought depression, doubt, misery and fierce rebellion. Yes
I now speak up more than I used to but that process had already
begun. What good came out of these deaths, these tragedies? Where
is the silver lining in these two very dark clouds? Yes I guess I'm
still a little angry.
I was brought up Catholic and one of
the things I remember from Catechism class is that we are not to
question God. I think the teachers got it wrong. It is my opinion
that God welcomes the questions. How else will we learn? How else
can we grow in life and in our love of God? I hear often that God
wants a relationship with us. Well, I ask my friends questions all
the time, that is how we get to know each other. I realize many of
the questions I ask won't be answered in my lifetime, but I can still
ask them and not have to confess that I questioned God! So I ask,
why was my dad taken so young? Why did two of my nieces die so
young? And why did Madison go so young? I used to pray for a
miracle of healing for her, I hoped and prayed for her life to be an
example of God's healing power. I just want to hold my daughter
again. I want Madison to tell her siblings everything is going to be
okay. I want her to tell them God does hear our prayers I want, I
want, I want! I often think the miracle is that I didn't lose my
faith in God after losing Madison. Now I admit my faith was shaken
for some time but it never went away and now it grows.
Great loss of any kind usually brings
up the question, “Why?” It's a natural response, especially when
what is lost is a loved one. I lost my beloved maternal grandmother
when I was four years old, at six my niece and shortly after an aunt,
my father just two years later at eight. My mother's best friend
whom I loved like an aunt passed away when I was about ten. Years
later an uncle, then one of my brother's-in-law, then another niece,
also my husband's grandparents, then my mom, then my father-in-law
then another uncle, and of coarse my Madison. I honestly think the
death of Madison could not have been borne by my mother; another
woman who experienced great loss throughout her life. This list
seems put here so coldly, but I assure you I loved and cared for each
one of these people who touched my life and while all of these losses
were hard some were devastating. It is very difficult to think of
them and not be emotional. So as I reminisced over my photo albums I
thought of all these lovely people and felt so sad. I don't usually
allow myself to dwell on all of my losses because like I said its
overwhelming, as I think it should be when you have loved and lost
many times over.
(my mom)Granny & Madison, Baby Grandpa & Madison, (uncle) Edward, Madison & Pawpaw (Mark's dad), Aunt Beverly & Uncle EJ, my dad |
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