My mom has been gone
for over 5 years now. I had already
planned to go and place new flowers at her resting place. I promised my sister
that I would send her pictures of the flowers because she had to work today and
couldn’t make it.
I know going there to
the cemetery means that I will also visit my son at his resting place. I hate the fact that for the last 8 years, 8
months, and 12 days I haven’t seen my son alive. I haven’t heard him laugh. I
haven’t yelled at him for the hair gel he has left on my good towels in the
bathroom and also on the door handles in nearly every room of the house. I hate the fact that I go to a cemetery on
Mother’s Day to place flowers in vases on a wall where my son is encased.
GOD, I HATE THIS! Why? Why? Why? Why is this OUR reality?
Why GOD? I have so many questions for You - GOD!
Today, when I arrived at Matt’s place in the wall, another
woman was sitting on the bench crying. This woman was obviously overcome with grief. I wanted to
reach out to her but decided to let her be.
I placed my bag of flowers down, along with my pillow in
front of Matt’s spot. You see, he is on the bottom of the wall so I have to sit
on the pillow to arrange his flowers and replace pictures.
I said hello to the
crying woman. She said hello and then she asked me if I was Matt’s mom. I said,
“Yes, I am.” I then asked her if I could give her a hug. She said, “Yes”. We
hugged long. We cried a deep Mother’s Day cry. She was also there visiting her
son in the wall.
Phillip was her only child. He was killed in an accident in
2005. He had a three year old son that was left behind. She told me she felt
that her grandson was a gift from God. I understood why she felt that way. At
least she still had a part of her son here. But, I still want to know WHY-GOD?
We don’t get to know why. It is what it is. Until me and God
have a two way conversation I have decided to believe that something good will
come out of all of this devastation and heartbreak. I mean, I know a lot of
good has come since Matt was killed. I just think that much more good would
have come with him still here! Again I want to know WHY-GOD?
Meeting the woman crying at the wall today was good. We got
to talk about our boys. We shared our lives with each other. The vulnerability
that comes when you have suffered such a great loss is a blessing. We don’t have
anything to hide because our hearts have been broken open. I do see this as
good! BUT, I still want to know WHY- GOD?
I’m incredibly
grateful to have two amazing, beautiful, strong and smart grown daughters. This
life has been extremely difficult for them both. The loss of a sibling isn’t
talked about much. The loss of a sibling to murder is hardly mentioned at all. They
have found ways to move forward. I am very proud of these amazing women that I
am honored to call my daughters.
Being able to hear their voices every day is my saving
grace. I love them both so much. I thank God for them every day. I love my
girls. I just miss their brother and will always want to know…WHY-GOD?
I have learned a lot in this lifetime and I have so much
more to learn. I’m grateful for the love and friendships that I have. I want to
be able to cherish and be grateful for each moment. I am for the most part.
But, I still want to know…WHY- GOD?
So, I will continue to pray every day for God to Clear my mind and heal my heart. Guide my thoughts, feelings and perceptions. Give me the eyes to see, the ears to hear, and the words to speak. Amen
Teresa. Belated Mother's Day Wishes To You. I know the day is a Blessing and a Curse.I think of you and what you've been through often. I don't know if you realize what a Blessing you are to others. You are you know. Everyday you bring some hope or joy to ones lives. They say everything happens for a purpose. Sometimes I question that. But then look at you showing up at the Cemetary and found a woman in tears. You ended up hugging and bringing a little bit of Joy & Happiness to one another.
ReplyDeleteYou are Blessed St. Teresa
Love,
Lee
Teresa~Rita
ReplyDeleteI too ask Why~God?
Love & Blessings To You