My grandmother is very sick and will probably die soon. I don’t live in the same city so I haven’t seen her in a while, but my mom and dad continue to share the details of her days.
Her recent memories have begun to fade, while those from long ago remain. She is again being fed her meals as she was when she was a little baby, and she is filled with the joy and gratitude of a child when each visitor arrives in her room. As I watch and listen from a distance, it seems as if the layers, the years, the hurt and the pain are being stripped away from my grandmother and she is returning to the innocence of her childhood and the purity of her baptism.
I am again in awe of our Amazing Father in Heaven and His Amazing Plan that we can’t imagine or understand, but sometimes glimpse when the light of understanding hits the veil at just the right angle.
Thank You sweet Lord and please do what You must to strip us clean and bring us all home to You!
When I originally started this blog, I did not understand very much. I still don’t understand a lot, but I think I am learning more about myself.
At the beginning there were times when I confused “comfortable life” with “best life”. As I have continued on my journey this mistake is now so painfully clear that I am actually quite embarrassed to be typing this even though I wish instead of embarrassment I felt thankful for finally realizing this and humbled as I see how blessed I have been to be surrounded by so many comforts.
At the beginning of my search I kept asking questions about my cousin’s premature death…
- Why didn’t she get to graduate from college?
- Why didn’t she have a chance to fall in love?
- Why were we at her funeral instead of her wedding?
- Why did she miss out on the joy of motherhood?
- How could this have been her best life or part of our best life?
Then a few months ago I pondered the question of whether my cousin’s death was a gift of grace in disguise for our grandfather?
Maybe her life was a gift for our grandfather to finally find what he had been searching for his whole life? Maybe her life was a gift for me to finally have my eyes opened, if even just a little, to see my own greed and selfishness?
I don’t know the answer to this, but if her death was our gift, then maybe she did live Our Best Life… His will!
What better life could one live than to follow so closely in the footsteps of our sweet Jesus, Who was sacrificed for all of us?
It was a dark and stormy evening. A young man who had recently received his license was on his way home from picking someone up. As he approached a red light, he pumped the brakes, they locked and the car continued right through the light.
There was a collision, people were hurt, a young child in another car was killed.
The young man driving was my grandfather.
I know he thought of this child often. I know he carried the pain of having caused the death of this child for the rest of his life. As I think back to discussions and time I spent with my grandfather, I can remember the painful expression I would see cross his face if we ever heard about or discussed any type of car accident. I remember seeing him wince as if he was physically in pain when we discussed a news article about all of the fatal car accidents caused by faulty tires back in 2000.
I think this moment drove him to spend the rest of his life seeking to empathize with those who had recently lost a loved one in death through his work as a funeral director. He sought to feel their pain, he hoped to feel what the family of that young child felt, and he searched for forgiveness by easing the pain of others as they faced the death of a loved one.
I now wonder if God graced my grandfather with an end to his search just before he died?
My young cousin, his granddaughter, was killed in a car accident on a dark and stormy evening about a year before my grandfather died. After his years of searching and empathizing with others, he finally felt what it was like for the family of that young child who had died so many years ago. He finally felt what it was like to look into the face of the mother of that child as he looked into the face of his own daughter as she wept for her child.
My sweet young cousin was the only one who was ready to go home. Maybe her death was a gift of grace to our grandfather?
God thank you for loving both of them so much!