Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Sunday night, while searching old documents on my laptop, I came across a folder that read "journal." Sometime in 2013 I decided that keeping a paper journal was no longer the thing to do and began typing my entries. In the end I went back to the old fashioned pen and notebook, forgetting the 3 months worth of entries.
Yesterday, Feb 23rd, was the 2nd anniversary of what is known in our family as "the tragedy." The day that 19year old Kody accidentally shot and killed his older brother Kyle, then in shock and sadness turned the shot gun on himself.
Sunday night while reading through the 3 months of journal entries, I came across this, one of the nightmares that I had shortly after the deaths.
Journal entry from 2013:
Last night I had an awful dream about Kyle and Kody. I was at their funeral and kyle, in the coffin, had blood seeping from his eye. He then got up out of the coffin, took a seat beside me, and began asking questions.
Where am I?
How is Mawmaw?
In the dream I couldn't take it any more so I ran out of the funeral home. But wherever I went I was met with a TV that was playing the funeral. I woke up in a cold sweat and had Roger turn the lights on. I sat up in bed praying until I was comfortable enough to go back to sleep.
A few weeks after the tragedy Roger was working a shift as the on-call chaplain at the local hospital and was asked to come in because of a deadly wreck on 65. A family of four on their way home from vacation had been involved in a fiery crash. The parents were burned alive. The small children were the only survivors. When Roger arrived in the trauma room the nurses were prepping the kids to be flown to the university hospital. Roger prayed with the children, listened to their concerns, and helped explain what was going on. He told me of his heart break when the little boy asked prayer for his parents. Being that the boy was not yet in stable condition that information had been withheld from him. Roger, taking the little boys hand, lead them in prayer, knowing that the parents had not even made it to the hospital.
That story sticks with me because it helped bring me out of the "poor me" funk. When bad stuff happens loneliness sets in. We begin to feel that we must be the only people in the entire world to feel loss and heartbreak. Though our loss is unique to us, it is not unique to experience loss. To be willing to love is to be willing to experience loss.
I do not think God took Kyle and Kody to teach our family a lesson, or test us, or punish us. The God of my understanding doesn't do stuff like that. We humans have free will. Things just happen. Sometimes bad decisions are made and people get hurt . . . even killed. For me, the beauty of being a Christian is not that bad stuff doesn't happen to us, but that we are given the ability to see goodness even in the midst of despair. We have these things called church communities that consist of people willing to weep with us, pray with us, listen to our doubts and anger, and guide us through the rough terrain of grief. We have scripture to encourage us, as well as give voice to our pain.
Though it might not be immediate, eventually the fog will lift, the face of God will be visible again, and we will learn that He was there all along, holding our hand through the tender care of others.
In the hours, weeks, and months after the tragedy I feared another one would follow. How does father, a mother, a brother, a friend, an aunt, an uncle, a cousin, a grandparent, go on living after such a death? We all make choices in life. We can choose to stay stuck in the "poor me" rut, or we can choose to face grief head on. My family chose to face grief head on.
It is now two years later and we are still grieving, some of us more than others. Grief never goes away. We just learn to face it. Some days it knocks us down. Other days we knock it down. But it is always there.
Keith, Kyle's twin and Kody's other brother, has since gotten married to his high school sweet heart. He and his wife Lacey are expecting a little girl in June.
My brother, Jacob, and his wife Shannon are expecting a little girl this summer too! I'm going to be an AUNT!!!!
Friday, February 6, 2015
I have bizarre parenting techniques . . . according to my mother.
Today I took Anna (age 6) to get her ears pierced.
My philosophy on the whole ear piercing thing is that I wanted her to make her own decision about it.
I guess that is where my mother thinks my parenting is a bit bizarre.
You see, my Mother did not allow me to make that decision, nor the decision when to shave my legs. While all my friends were reaching the ear piercing milestone and the shave your legs milestone, I was stuck behind. It didn't feel so good. I would occasionally sneak to shave my legs, and yes, I ended up piercing my own ears. I was one determined little chick. I am sure it was rough to raise such a strong headed little girl. But I like to think that today, as a 30yr, I have channeled that stubbornness into a healthy assertiveness. (I also ripped my braces off with needle-nose-pliers. But that is another story for another time.)
For Anna, I wanted to take the opportunity to teach her about making informed decisions. She, like me, is quite assertive.
"Mom, will it hurt?"
"What do they do?"
They punch a hole in your ear with a gun.
Yes, you are allowing them to punch some of your skin out.
"umm. okay. Never mind. I don't think I am old enough."
alright, well let me know when you are.
For the past 2years now Anna has been back and forth about whether or not to partake in this female tribal tradition. Over these 2 years I have helped teach her how one goes about getting information in order to aid in the decision making. We have interviewed friends, watched youtube videos, googled ear piercing websites, and discussed mother to daughter about the pros and cons of piercing. We have also researched how long the earrings must remain in and the work it takes to keep the earlobe from getting infected.
So, when she said this past weekend that it was time, we set a date.
We both decided that Friday would be a good day so that she would have the weekend with them before heading back to school.
She also decided, since she knew she would be a bit nervous, to take her special blanket with her for the piercing.
|her little neighborhood friend gives her a thumb up but still doesn't know why someone would get a hole in their ear|
She did wonderful! And the girl is so proud of herself for following through with the first big decision she has ever made.
When Anna called her Granny I could tell that Granny was not pleased. To help ease things with my Mother I expressed my desire to get a tattoo . . . on my FACE.