July 17, 2014

Acknowledging Death

In some ways I think I was unlucky. I knew death at a fairly young age. At that time it wasn't the visitor of a car accident or a heart attack, those would come later. The first time it fell from a tree, not a whole lot different than the leaves fall when the weather turns each autumn. I was only in the fourth grade when an afternoon at the park ended tragically for one of my classmates. It was the first time I was faced with the indisputable fact that our time on earth has a real beginning and an real end.

Since then death his lurked in the shadows throughout my life, the uninvited guest to many parties. Two classmates who committed suicide before ever experiencing high school and then a high school classmate who never had the chance to go to college. One of the hardest instances was a college teammate who took her life the day before my 19th birthday. My grandfathers, my best friend's mom, my parent's friends, extended family and family pets. I know that death is imminent but I don't know that I've really given my own personal end much thought.

I narrowly escaped death once when I was in a car accident. I was 15 and it could have been my last day but that wasn't God's plan. I've seen so many sunrises and sunsets since that day and while I realize that it could have been my last I never really came to terms with what that meant.

Maybe it's taken me becoming a wife and mother to put death into perspective. To bring it out from behind the dark corner so that it has a real presence in the room.

I found out last week that a former coworker's been diagnosed with breast cancer. She's only 37. She's a wife, and mother to two precious boys, ages two and five. And she's pregnant. This time with a little girl. The news stopped me dead in my tracks. I mean I literally could not breathe. I learned that she's undergoing chemo treatments and that she's losing her hair. She wore a pink wig on her 37th birthday. She seems in good spirits considering the tremendous obstacles she's facing and I'm left in awe and admiration.

The news has really got me thinking - what if it was me? What if I had had to sit my husband down after a long work day and break the news to him that I'd received a cancer diagnosis? I'm not really prepared for news like that at this point in my life. I don't know that you really ever be really prepared for that kind of news. I don't know how she handled telling her family and frankly I don't want to imagine how that conversation unfolded.

As I reflect on everything this woman is facing the thing that stands out to me the most is that I don't think I've come to terms with the fact that as I get older my friends, coworkers and family will be in battles to defend their life against illness. Before now the death I've known has been immediate and in those times when it has been a battle it's been met by someone who's had a long and full life. Not someone relatively close to my age, which I still consider young. Not a pregnant woman. Not a mother with toddlers. Not some one that could be me.

I don't think I'm scared of dying. I can accept that it happens to all of us eventually. But I am scared for who I'll leave behind. My son is almost 18 months old and I can't imagine not being there to instill values and help him navigate through childhood and then his teenage years. I can't imagine him not having a mother here on earth to stand by him after his first day of school or when his high school sweetheart breaks his heart. I can't imagine my husband navigating through life as a single parent, playing the roles of both mom and dad. I can't imagine not being there for the man of my dreams when he battles sleepless nights because our son is sick and he can't rest because he's full of worry. Or standing by his side when our little guy grows up to walk across the stage for graduation. I can't imagine my parents burying their child. I can't imagine my sister being an only child. I simply can. not. imagine.

Death, I know you're coming for me and I'm not scared but please be kind to those I leave behind. I know that whenever my time comes, I'll forever be with them. Watching down from Heaven with my Savior in my eternal resting place.

Until then I'm going to be praying for those who are facing these struggles. If you find it in your heart, please pray for my former coworker and her family as she battles cancer and pregnancy simultaneously.

Be Blessed,
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  1. This is such a wonderful post. So important to be thankful for what we have and live life to the fullest.

  2. Such a beautiful and thoughtful post. I will be praying for your co-worker and her husband and children. That is just so very hard. But it makes you thankful for each and every moment when you realize time is so fleeting. It makes moments I spend angry or sad feel wasteful.

  3. Thanks so much Rebecca! Each and every prayer helps.

  4. Thanks Rebekah, I really appreciate it. You're so right - no day can be taken for granted.

  5. Gosh this post got to me. I like you have unfortunately faced so much death from a young age. No matter what you experience you are never ever prepared for the bad news that you may face in your future. It hits you every time like a ton of bricks. I will pray for your co-worker. Thank you for writing such a touching post. Xo

  6. Wow this is such a deep post. It really makes me think. Thanks for being brave enough to talk about something nobody likes to think about.

  7. Thanks so much - I think it's an exceptionally difficult topic to discuss, especially for moms.

  8. Thank you so much for your prayers. I'm so sorry that you too have experienced death at a young age. It's something you never get used too and that you're never prepared for but it always puts things in perspective. I appreciate your kind words.

  9. Thank you so, so much for writing this. My mom was just diagnosed with Breast cancer and I have been struggling with acknowledging death myself. I know my mother will be okay, but we also celebrated my husband's mother's life this past week (13 years since she passed away).