Adjusting to life without my son was difficult. The first months were especially hard. Three months after Jacob died, we were faced with Christmas and New Years. The following is a letter I wrote to family and friends on New Year’s Eve 2006.
Dear Family and Friends,
Michael, Raleigh and I recently returned from our trip to Wisconsin and Michigan to be with family over Christmas. We are still alive! Much of our time there was very difficult, however. We loved being able to be with family, and it was a far better alternative than being home, but it was excruciating at the same time. We knew it would be hard, but it was worse than we expected. We would like to wipe those dates off of our calendar forever. Our families were wonderful, sensitive, and loving, but the overall pain and emptiness was more than we ever imagined. We held it together most of the time because we didn’t want to put everyone else through the hell we were experiencing, but inside we were miserable. We are glad it is over.
There were some shining moments during the week we were gone. One that stands out more than the others is a visit we had with a couple from my sister’s church. My sister arranged for this visit. The husband, Rick, had been in a horrible car accident almost two years ago. The doctors and nurses attending to Rick knew he was gone. They disconnected all life support. His precious wife, Lyn, was told that he was dead. Blood that had been drawn from Rick was acidic, a clear indication of death.
In ways that cannot be explained by the attending paramedics, doctors and nurses, Rick’s body began “working” again after all human efforts to keep him alive had failed. His blood levels and body returned to life, so to speak. Rick was in a coma for a long time and he had to undergo numerous surgeries. During all of this, Rick experienced something that he hesitates to call heaven. He prefers to refer to it as “that place.” He was actually leaving the hospital building (which he had never seen before). There were two of him. One was Rick in his earthly body and the other was Rick’s body in a different state. The two were talking to one another. What he remembers most is the effortlessness in his new body. Moving took no effort at all. It wasn’t like walking where muscles need to contract and move. He simply moved. He was playing guitar (his gift and love here on earth) and wearing a type of clothing he couldn’t describe with words that would do them justice. They were beautiful!
Rick confessed that as much as he loves his wife and kids very much, he wishes he didn’t have to return to this earth as it is now. He perceives the world very differently after that experience. He now has a strong sense of the presence of evil here. He longs to be where Jacob has gone.
How do I even begin to tell you of the comfort this man’s words brought to us? I was looking into the eyes and hearing the voice of someone who has experienced death for a time. If you could only hear the humility in Rick and Lyn’s voices. He doesn’t speak in a boasting way of his experience at all. He hesitates to speak of it. I continuously did “checks” within my spirit to see if I detected anything dishonest or questionable in his tone and demeanor. Not once did I sense he was imagining this or making it up. He spoke humbly but with authority at the same time. He said this was nothing like a dream at all.
Lyn shared with us things that Rick spoke of during his rehabilitation that he doesn’t recall. Several times he spoke of relatives who were no longer living, some having been gone for more than a decade. He said he had just seen them. Had he? Who knows for sure, but I am convinced once again that the veil between this place and heaven is very thin.
Now that the three of us are home again, we have to press ahead. The most difficult part of today, New Year’s Eve, is looking to a new year in which Jacob never lived on this earth. Maybe that sounds silly, but I don’t want to enter a year in which Jacob never took a breath. He never wrote “2007” on any of his papers. There is such heartache in anything new that Jacob is not a part of. A few weeks ago, I had to replace the boxes of baking soda in my refrigerator and freezer. It occurred to me that Jacob was still alive when I put the old ones in there. There was a sense of loss as I tossed out those boxes of baking soda. Whoever thought an act as simple as that would be difficult? At the same time, I finally got around to throwing away the leftovers from our last meal with Jacob. Emotionally, I could not go through my refrigerator to clean it out until then. Those leftovers were a connection to Jacob. I cried as I threw those things away, and there was a heaviness in my chest as the garbage truck picked up the garbage that week.
Michael and I recently talked about how hard it is to do anything new or buy anything new knowing that Jacob was never a part of that action or never saw the item we purchased. We bought some benches for our back porch only a few weeks after Jacob’s death. Without ever saying anything to one another about it, we were both experiencing a sadness about Jacob never having seen or sat in those benches. I questioned whether I should buy some new clothes recently only because they were clothes Jacob never saw me wear. I wasn’t sure I wanted to wear anything he hadn’t seen. There is a degree of sadness as I wear those things now. Life is complicated. Some of you are probably thinking we need to stop thinking that way and just move on with life, but it isn’t that easy. Any piece of life that doesn’t include Jacob is another reminder that he is gone. We aren’t looking for those reminders, they simply exist all around us.
As Michael mentioned at the memorial service, we have no regrets. No BIG regrets that is. As I look through old pictures, I think, “Why didn’t I take more pictures? Why didn’t I put my arm around Jacob more often when we did take pictures? Why did we take so many pictures of scenery when we could have taken pictures of the kids?” Now, as new pictures are taken I feel something in the pit of my stomach that makes me sad to be taking a picture without Jacob. I want to slip back into the time of the old pictures. I loved those times so much and I love them even more now. But I want to put Jacob in the middle of each picture. I want us to have our arms around him rather than having him stand apart. What were we thinking back then?
Our family made a point of saying goodbye to one another whenever we left the house or when we hung up the phone with one another, and we always included words of love. Now I wish I had said “I love you!” a thousand more times. As Jacob was on his way back to UGA the night of September 24th, he called to get the final score of the Jaguars game. I answered the phone, but he wanted to talk with Michael. I teased Jacob about not even wanting to talk to me. He laughed. I handed the phone to Michael. I remember exactly where we were standing in the kitchen at the time. Just after passing the phone over to Michael, I realized I hadn’t told Jacob that I loved him. My practical side told me not to worry about it. That was being too mommy-like. Jacob was a grown man, and besides, I would have a million other times to tell him I love him. Wrong! That was it! That was my last chance, and I let it slip by because I didn’t want to seem too clingy. The next time our phone rang that night, it was someone from the hospital calling to tell us Jacob had been in an accident.
Time and time again, I ask God to tell Jacob I love him and to tell him how much we miss him and how proud we are of him. I can’t tell him that anymore. Sure, I say it out loud, but how do I know he can hear it?
As the new year closes in, I pray that each of you is blessed beyond your wildest dreams in the year to come. I pray that you can experience the intimacy with God that we have known over the past few months without the pain and suffering of such a loss. I pray that God gives you the eyes to see Him all around you and the ears to hear His voice as He speaks to you. Trust me, He is there and He is speaking to you. The problem is that sometimes we are too blind, too deaf, and too proud to acknowledge it. He is calling each of you by name, offering a love beyond any love you have ever known, and more importantly, he is offering you the gift of eternal life in heaven. Receive the gift. Know that because of Jesus, death has no power over those who believe. Death is merely the door to REAL LIFE!
There is something from the book I am currently reading that I want to share with you. The book is Secrets in the Dark by Frederick Beuchner. He writes:
Life: that’s what we all hunger for, wait for always, whether we keep coming back to places like church to find it or whether we avoid places like church like the plague as the last places on earth to find it: both delivered in part and derelict in part, immigrants and mongrels all of us. It’s life as we’ve never really known it but only dreamed it that we wait for. Life with each other. Life for each other. Life with the darkness gone.
Beuchner also writes:
Whether you believe or do not believe, you date your letters and checks and income tax forms with a number representing how many years have gone by since what happened happened. The world of A.D. is one world, and the world of B.C. is another.
We don’t date those things based on the birth of Mohammed or Buddha or one of the thousands of Hindu gods. We date them based on the birth of Christ. That really blows my mind! Think of that as you date your checks with the year 2007. That is no small thing.
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