A bittersweet Christmas day
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A bittersweet Christmas day
As I type this, my wife has fallen asleep on the couch, my daughter is at her boyfriend's parents house, the dogs are tussling over a bone, and the wood stove is giving welcome warmth. The day didn't start so pleasantly.
From the moment a shadow of consciousness appeared in my mind, so did the remembrance that it was Christmas morning and my son Chas was gone. The tears poured steadily from my eyes onto the pillow as my soul writhed in the flames of grief, still not able to accept his death. This has been my problem: I still seek my son, to know where he is, to reach out and help him; and I can do none of it. His death this past summer plays over and over in my mind, though I did not witness it. I only saw the aftermath at Hanemann hospital, saw him lying on the gurney in the sterile hallway, staring blankly at the ceiling as his brain continued to swell and become terminally damaged. We witnessed the testing to confirm his being brain dead, signed papers for Gift of Life to take parts of our son for others to use, and I escorted my boy to the crematory for my last goodbye.
Our caring church family arrived quickly at the hospital, and for many days were at our home. I don't know how we could have survived without them.
They have been there for us all this time, and again gave of themselves to give us comfort and fellowship this Christmas. Today we and several other families spent the day traveling to each others homes, sharing meals, exchanging gifts, talking of the future. The support of their presence helped my wife, my daughter, and I make it through this first Christmas without our Chas. He was ever present in my mind and my heart, and I held back the tears with effort. I spoke to him frequently, told him I missed him and I loved him, and wished he were beside me again.
So now, at the days end, I have some things to be grateful for. I still have my other treasures, my wife and daughter, who give my life purpose and meaning. We treated each other with love and compassion today, and exchanged gifts with deep gratitude for one another.
This was one of the hardest days of my life. I'm thankful to God for the gifts He keeps giving, but can't understand why He took my Chas. I'll never know while I still breathe, and must keep pushing through the days, if only for my wife and daughter.
Friends, please thank God for your families and friends. Don't ever take them for granted. Don't sin, for sin's wages are final. Lastly, pray for us all.
From the moment a shadow of consciousness appeared in my mind, so did the remembrance that it was Christmas morning and my son Chas was gone. The tears poured steadily from my eyes onto the pillow as my soul writhed in the flames of grief, still not able to accept his death. This has been my problem: I still seek my son, to know where he is, to reach out and help him; and I can do none of it. His death this past summer plays over and over in my mind, though I did not witness it. I only saw the aftermath at Hanemann hospital, saw him lying on the gurney in the sterile hallway, staring blankly at the ceiling as his brain continued to swell and become terminally damaged. We witnessed the testing to confirm his being brain dead, signed papers for Gift of Life to take parts of our son for others to use, and I escorted my boy to the crematory for my last goodbye.
Our caring church family arrived quickly at the hospital, and for many days were at our home. I don't know how we could have survived without them.
They have been there for us all this time, and again gave of themselves to give us comfort and fellowship this Christmas. Today we and several other families spent the day traveling to each others homes, sharing meals, exchanging gifts, talking of the future. The support of their presence helped my wife, my daughter, and I make it through this first Christmas without our Chas. He was ever present in my mind and my heart, and I held back the tears with effort. I spoke to him frequently, told him I missed him and I loved him, and wished he were beside me again.
So now, at the days end, I have some things to be grateful for. I still have my other treasures, my wife and daughter, who give my life purpose and meaning. We treated each other with love and compassion today, and exchanged gifts with deep gratitude for one another.
This was one of the hardest days of my life. I'm thankful to God for the gifts He keeps giving, but can't understand why He took my Chas. I'll never know while I still breathe, and must keep pushing through the days, if only for my wife and daughter.
Friends, please thank God for your families and friends. Don't ever take them for granted. Don't sin, for sin's wages are final. Lastly, pray for us all.
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It's hard for me to write this as tears fill my eyes for you. I have never lost a child so I cannot feel what you feel, but my heart does cry for you.
We lost a sister to my wife in 1976, and she was a sweet heart. The only thing I can offer is the words of my mother-in-law towards her departed daughter. They most likely apply to Chas as well.
Her words were, "She was just too good for this evil world, so God took her out of it." My prayers and heart go out to you and your family on this Christmas day. Her's too was brain damage.
May God Bless and strengthen you all.
It's hard for me to write this as tears fill my eyes for you. I have never lost a child so I cannot feel what you feel, but my heart does cry for you.
We lost a sister to my wife in 1976, and she was a sweet heart. The only thing I can offer is the words of my mother-in-law towards her departed daughter. They most likely apply to Chas as well.
Her words were, "She was just too good for this evil world, so God took her out of it." My prayers and heart go out to you and your family on this Christmas day. Her's too was brain damage.
May God Bless and strengthen you all.
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Yes Sir, I will do my best on all accounts. God Bless you and keep you strong. Won't be long till all of this melts away and we are together again at last. Keep fighting the good fight Homefront.
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8
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Homefront,thank God that have a church family to carry you through. Six months or five years,it's still the same.We lost a grown daughter five years ago and most of our church family was with us day and nite for as long as we needed them. You have prayer for you here too.
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May God bless you and you and your family!! I can understand your grief. My only son killed himself 5 years ago, and it is still very hard. A year after that my wife of 38 years killed herself too. I cannot forget any of these and still to today I still weep for them. Art
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Aloha Charley, I can relate to and share in your loss and grief at this time, my losing my mom in April and Dad in June, and the whole world just seems so much emptier without the presence of those so special in our lives but now tragically gone. My mom died in my arms, and I found my dad dead in the backyard, my mom I could not even delay the inevitable but I know I could have prevented my dad's death and I will forever live with that guilt. I miss them SO much so I know what you must feel though it must be harder for you since my parents did live a full happy life together before leaving this Earth. Just be rest assured that you will meet with your son again in a better place and spend the rest of eternity with him and all your other loved ones in peace. My prayers for strength and peace continue to you and yours.
E malama pono, Ji
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Homefront:
My prayers are with you. This year I am celebrating the life of my son, who by God's grace, survived a mountain bike accident, multiple operations and months of recovery. Though I did not loose my son, I grieved for months over the circumstances of his accident and spent much time on my knees gving thanks for grace of a few inches which spared his life. This day I pray for you and for all those who face the emptiness of a missing Spouse, Child, Parent, Sibling or other family member or friend. It is the task of those left behind to live with strength, grace, dignity and honor and a true zest of life in honor of those who are taken seemingly before their time. I wear three earings in my left ear, to honor those whose lives affected mine so greatly, yet were taken so suddenly and in their prime. It is my way of remembering them every day and each time I look in the mirror.
Blessings and Peace to you and your family.
My prayers are with you. This year I am celebrating the life of my son, who by God's grace, survived a mountain bike accident, multiple operations and months of recovery. Though I did not loose my son, I grieved for months over the circumstances of his accident and spent much time on my knees gving thanks for grace of a few inches which spared his life. This day I pray for you and for all those who face the emptiness of a missing Spouse, Child, Parent, Sibling or other family member or friend. It is the task of those left behind to live with strength, grace, dignity and honor and a true zest of life in honor of those who are taken seemingly before their time. I wear three earings in my left ear, to honor those whose lives affected mine so greatly, yet were taken so suddenly and in their prime. It is my way of remembering them every day and each time I look in the mirror.
Blessings and Peace to you and your family.
Mike Johnson,
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I pray that you receive comfort and can feel hope we all live with of being reunited with those who have passed before us. Glad you have the present blessings. This takes me back 60 years in an odd way to being in that same hospital for Xmas at six weeks old having 11 spinal taps due to blood in the cerebrospinal fluid apparently from some birth injury trauma. Haven't thought of that for a while and of course can't recall the events.
Again, I wish you comfort until the trial of the present times have passed and we are all reunited in glorious love.
Again, I wish you comfort until the trial of the present times have passed and we are all reunited in glorious love.
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A parent should never out live a child. It's just too hard. Payers up.
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Homefront, I think of you and the loss of your son often. Many times I sit eating or talking with my only child, my 18 year old son, and i recall when he was small and thank God for him, and for every day i have had with him. I cannot imagine your loss, but i do remember you often and i do pray for you and your family.. often when i look at my son, i am reminded of your loss, and i do say a silent prayer for you right then and there. I wish i could do more.
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If anyone caught my "POLITICAL - Scary City Folks" post, it is places like "Leverguns" that help connect with truly spiritual people who even though you may never meet them in the flesh, help make the world a better place by simply knowing that others out there exist who aren't obsessed with MONEY - like the Liberals/Socialists, and other superficial things only a socialist police-state can 'provide'.
If anyone caught my "POLITICAL - Scary City Folks" post, it is places like "Leverguns" that help connect with truly spiritual people who even though you may never meet them in the flesh, help make the world a better place by simply knowing that others out there exist who aren't obsessed with MONEY - like the Liberals/Socialists, and other superficial things only a socialist police-state can 'provide'.
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I try not to think about the lonliness I would feel as my son is looking toward his fourth tour in Iraq.
Bless you, I admire your strength for even getting this far. Just remember he sees you and knows you will talk again someday.
I try not to think about the lonliness I would feel as my son is looking toward his fourth tour in Iraq.
Bless you, I admire your strength for even getting this far. Just remember he sees you and knows you will talk again someday.
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I echo this. This is a heart breaker. I lost my mom 1 year ago, but each of our 7 children are fine, and it's unimaginable to think of losing one. God bless you and your church family.1886 wrote:I remember your post from this past summer. I have no words. I try to put myself in your shoes but I can not. It is too frightening to even contemplate. I run from the thought when I try. Best wishes for comfort and strength. 1886.