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By Theresa Veach
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While the rest of the world is flipping and flitting about on the surface of the water’s of life, every first Tuesday evening of the month I get the privilege of diving down into the deep end of the sea, down to the bottom where everything is dark, hushed and slowed. This is where mothers who have lost their children live. It is a place where time stands still. It is a place where they share the missing pieces of their hearts, missing pieces that can never be replaced this side of heaven.
They share their stories with me month after month. They are often the same stories and I never get tired of hearing them. I can see Timmy putting hotdogs and chocolate donuts under his mother’s turned on windshield wipers and hiding behind the bushes to watch the mess when his mother starts her car. We laugh as she remembers him shrieking with laughter. He was only in his early twenties when he went to glory. I have never met Tim on this earth, but his mother’s love and stories keep him alive and I can’t wait to meet him in heaven. Maybe we can play a joke on his mother together when we’re there.
I can see Rodney, playing his drums, singing with confidence, wearing funny glasses and cutting his hair in different styles just to change his persona as his creative spirit moved him. He was just beginning his career when he went to glory. I have never met Rodney on this earth, but his mother’s love and stories keep him alive and I can’t wait to meet him in heaven. Maybe he will sing and play the drums for us when we’re there.
I can see Mackenzie, her face like an angel and her wispy baby hair. She was only two when she went to glory. I have never met Mackenzie on this earth, but her mother’s love and stories keep her alive and I can’t wait to meet her in heaven. Maybe her mother will let me hold her sometime when we’re there.
I can see Dusty driving around town, music blaring on the radio, friends in the back seat and the front, but his brother always at his side. We laugh when his mother tells us the secrets behind all the nicknames he had for his friends. He was only a teen when he went to glory. I have ever met Dusty on this earth, but his mother’s love and stories keep him alive and I can’t wait to meet him in heaven. Maybe he’ll play his favorite songs for us when we’re there.
I can see Andy in his tie-dyed T-shirt. I can see him laughing with his sister and making friends with everyone by his pure lightheartedness. He was only a boy when he went to glory. I have never met Andy on this earth, but his mother’s love and stories keep him alive and I can’t wait to meet him in heaven. Maybe he’ll let me ride his four-wheeler when we’re there.
These mothers’ sorrow and the death of their children will not go in vain. I have learned to never erase a phone message from my daughter until I receive a new one from her. It could be the last one I will ever receive. Every time I even smell her I breathe in her scent until it becomes lodged so deeply my memory nothing can erase it. I cherish every time she says, “mom can we talk?” I know how blessed I am to still be able to see her pull into the drive, hear her come through the door, talk until the wee hours of the morning and even to argue with her about day-to-day things like clothes and chores.
Every first Tuesday night of the month I am blessed to be invited into the deepest end of the sea with a special group of mothers. I look forward to the day when I will get to see the sorrow disappear as their faces light up with indescribable joy when they are reunited with the missing pieces of their lives and their hearts are once again made whole.
(This story is dedicated to the grief care group I have had the blessing to facilitate for the last four years. Thank-you for all you have taught me about being a mother).
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Thanks for sharing. Lynda