The Long Goodbye



Late in 2016 I lost my grandmother. I call it “The Long Goodbye” because she had strokes and was unable to walk and after my mom tried to care for her at home for eight months, we decided to put her into an assisted care living home. She lived there for six long years.

My grandmother was a second mother to me. It was not that my own mother was lacking in any kind of parental attention or love, but our family was and is, small and close. She was my mother’s mother and she and her husband, my grandfather, were a second set of parents to me in the best possible way. They lived about five minutes away and my parents and grandparents interacted with each other on almost a daily basis.

Losing a parent in your life is a milestone. No matter how old they are or how much there is an understanding that it’s “their time to die”, it still is very difficult and painful to let them go. In my situation it was complicated by living on the other side of the world. While my grandmother had dementia, it was the kind that is typical of people her age. She always knew us and me in particular. Visiting regularly only one or two months a year never changed this. Her eyes always lit up when I walked in the room. The difficulty in this was the misunderstanding around our family. People thought she had alzheimer’s and could not communicate or did not know us. There was the assumption that due to her age, seeing her every 2 or 3 days was spending too much time or focus on her. I did not talk about details of her very much. It was awkward for me and I found the topic painful. I said goodbye to her six times and never knew if I would see her again. It was a merry go round of emotions.  We just didn’t know what would happen. She was very frail and if she got pneumonia or had a stroke, she might have died quickly, but at the same time, there’s no way of knowing what was happening. She kept on living for years and years and those were long years. There was more discomfort as many people assumed the perspective that she was nearly or already dead and that I should just accept it and focus on other things in life. I was never going to accept her death as long as she could hold my hand and look me in the eyes. We were always able to have conversations together that were normal. Not for more than about five minutes at the end, but the connection never disappeared. I am so thankful for that.

My grandmother passed when I was in Ukraine. My mother and I knew this was likely to happen and talked about what that might look like beforehand. We knew she was failing the last few months but again, this was hard to gauge. At that point, we were not able to justify an expensive ticket home when we just didn’t know what was happening. Everything was so hard to figure out. Since it was October, I decided to wait and return home early to spend Christmas with my mother and father. I had not been home to celebrate Christmas with my family for eighteen years. I arrived home and then was reunited with my grandmother, this visit not in her care home, but in her grave, buried snugly next to my grandfather.

The death of a loved one is not something to gloss over whether that person is young or at the end of a full life. Yes, there is definitely some comfort when that person has lived out their life span in contrast to when someone dies at a young age. But when that person spent hours upon hours caring and loving you, teaching you and encouraging you into the adult you are now, it seems sad to brush it aside carelessly as if it was not a big deal.

Grief is a lonely road. Only you know the hole your loved one has left in your heart. It is hard when people brush off the condolences quickly and change the subject because it is awkward for them. You have to remember that they did not know them, didn’t talk to them, didn’t touch them or smell them. You are on your own in this.

After a loved one dies, life becomes 100% different in every way. You have to adjust to not only their physical departure, but you have to mentally rearrange everything in your life as well. This is what the period of grief is for and when we ignore grief, we are ignoring the opportunity to grow and adapt to that loss in a new way, that could very well take us into new growth. God’s plan is not for us to linger in death forever, but as that person’s loss leaves us empty, we need to allow God to grow something new and wonderful in our life. We have memories. We have their love. They will be important to us forever.

I saw a video on Facebook where a grief counselor drew a blob of grief on a piece of paper and around that blob drew a circle. She explained how the blob of grief will never leave us but that we will grow around it and discover new life in our lives. We may always experience times of feeling grief over our loss. It doesn’t dry up or heal or go away. To do that, we would lose all our memories of our loved one. We don’t heal up and jump into life like we did before the loss. We change, we grow, we carry the grief and we have an experience that will help us understand and comfort others who go through loss. We are forever changed. That is a profound experience that does not need to be scary but is part of the experience of life.

I am still trying to get used to this thing called, “the cemetery.” While I have visited many on historic trips around the US or in other countries, and enjoy reading headstones and wondering about the people buried beneath the ground, I am now confronted with visiting my loved ones there. I like to walk around and read the plaques of their new neighbors. Near my grandparent’s grave site is a small plaque that reads, “You were so wanted.” Next to those words is just one date and year. Obviously this baby died the day it was born. I find those words so full of grief and yet express everything.

There is the saying that “time heals all wounds.” I find this not to be true. wounds do heal up, but scars remain. But instead of resenting them, I am learning to be thankful for the loving memories I have and to be open to the new things and people that God brings into my life. No one will ever be as special as my grandma, but that’s what made her so precious.  She can never be replaced.



Let’s Talk About Truth

Truth. It’s a rare commodity these days. People want it, yet they don’t want it. Politicians hide yet, but want to show a shadow of it. People crave attention and ignore the truth of themselves. Truth makes our hearts beat faster. Truth can also scare the heck out of us.

If you check any kind of media these days, (I would say read a newspaper, but those days are long gone.) You will get a hundred different versions of the truth on any one subject. The “truth is relative” philosophy hasn’t worked well for traditional journalism. The resulting chaos is making most people think the world is spinning on fire out of control into the outer atmosphere never to reenter our galaxy.

A couple of months ago one of my friends posted this on Facebook, “The world’s not getting worse, things are just being revealed.” I found that saying profound. Instead of thinking that everything is getting crazier or worse, think a minute about the fact that the truth about things are being revealed.

This will naturally create a lot of different emotional reactions in various different kinds of people.

I went through a period of life where I felt there was a lot of fake thinking and lies around me. I begged God to reveal the truth to me. I knew it could possibly be uncomfortable or I would have to see and deal with things in my life or in the lives of those around me that I didn’t want to deal with. But I knew that unless I understood the truth about what was going on around me, the quality of my life would not improve. Truth can bring about changes. People tend to move away from ideas and things that can make them have to change. Change can be for the better, but that can be uncomfortable too. Someone once said, “The truth hurts.” It can hurt but it also can reveal things that are so amazing and if you let God in on that, he can turn your thinking and your whole life around.

Jesus said, “The truth shall make you free.” – John 8:32.

Think about that for a moment……..revelation can bring about truth and the truth can make you free.

Is God Real?

IMG_20151013_165242I know that’s a heavy title but I’m not going to make this a heavy blog post since I am still suffering with a really bad cold.  As I have been floating around the internet more than usual since I’ve been sick, I have been reading blogs and trying to understand people’s perspective’s and thinking.

One of the biggest things that has happened the last couple of days and one that you are probably aware of is the red Christmas cup debate.  No, I’m not going there so don’t tune out. All I want to say is that debate and another blog debate on the validity of Operation Christmas Child as a ministry made me start to think.

All I want to say is that for us as Christians, we should be living out our belief in God through faith.  We should be walking by faith, not by sight.  Not by whatever relative truth the world is positioning us to believe.  If God is real for us, there is no reason to be angry, vindictive or resentful about not feeling heard.  There are not 500 different gospels and we should not be rewriting the bible to fit our own belief system.  There is one gospel which is Jesus Christ’s.  There is one bible which we should all be reading and learning to walk by faith through it’s truth and not the truth of the world.

That’s about as deep as I can go today with a bad sinus headache.