A young women learning to face grief in the death of her first born child.
The grieving young mother silently covered her face with a scarf as she opened the door and stepped onto the street in the snowstorm. The child had been sick for a long time and now she knew that little Sara would no longer suffer. Sara such a joy to her always had a smile on her face and sparkling eyes that shone ever so bright. The terrible night had gone on forever it seemed as young Missy walked to the transit for her long ride home. She arrived in time before the transit left the station enabling her to board without having to stand around with all the others. Missy took the back seat hoping that know one would see her. She used her scarf to shield the tears in her eyes, as she did not want to be asked questions at this time. The transit kept bumping along into the blackness of the night.
The driver was now slowing down because the road covered with black ice making visibility very low. Everyone seems to be in silence just as if were all in mourning for my little Angel Sara. Finally, the transit began to slide on the highway and everyone terrified held tightly on to the seat in front of him or her. Missy paralyzed just sat as if she was in a daze starring out into oblivion. Suddenly a voice woke her from her trance saying better hold on to your seat woman. We are liable to slide off the road. Missy wiped the tears from her eyes and grabbed onto the seat in front of her. The young man introduced himself as Derik asking her for her name. Missy set stunned for a moment she had not spoken since she left Sara side in the hospital. At first she had to swallow hard then she spoke saying her name. “There now that was not so hard”, replied Derik. “I noticed that you have been very sad on this trip. How is your daughter Sara doing today?”
Missy began to cry, “Replied she died.” A deep silence ensued for everyone on the bus knew Missy in a sense all had ridden with her daily as she travel to the hospital and home again. Finally, one of the elderly women spoke and said, “She then is with the Angels today. May God bless her and keep her in peace.” Yes, they all said together in unison, Amen. The whole group bowed their head and said a prayer for Sara and for Missy. Missy was astonished that so many showed their concern towards Sara. Missy went back into her trance as the transit drove onward into the darkness, into the black ice, into oblivion. This seems to be a night that would never end a time of grief that would last forever.
Grief one of the senses that we all suffer to the depth of our soul and the breadth of our hearts when we loose a loved one in death. There are no words spoken that can heal this feeling grief nor is their any medication that can cure grief. Only time and the belief in our heavenly father can mend our broken hearts and heal our grieving spirits. The loss of someone you love in death is a scar of emotion that never heals. There is no joy in the death of someone you love. There is hope that you know the suffering and pain they had now has left them. The thought that they are headed for a better life with no pain nor suffering just happiness is the only thing the living has to hold onto. Jesus is with you at all times even in your death. The day a child is born is a very scary event for the infant. The child does not want to leave the safety of the mother’s womb but at last, the struggle over the baby comes forth into the light. The mother holds the child in her arms cradling the baby with her love. The fear and anxiety felt by the infant is overcome with pure joy. In death, the soul does not want to leave the body. The struggle over the soul detaches itself from the bonds of life and wakes into the loving arms of our dear Savior. Now the soul has a brand new body that is whole where no sickness can enter. The new you are happy forever more without sorrow, grief, or sickness. The new you now dwell in the bosom of Jesus waiting for the final resurrection of all the loved ones. That is what we need to remember when handling grief. Grief makes us think about the one we loved so dearly but never think that we lost them. They are going into a new and better life with our dear Lord. The tears we shed are for the passing over not for the loosing of the love we feel. God bless all those who are in Grief today may they be comforted in the knowledge of where their loved one now dwells.
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