I knew the pain would never leave, not completely. What I didn’t realize was at five years it would still be fresh and raw. I didn’t think the sting would still be crippling at this point. Yet here I am unable to function today. I tell myself that it’s okay. The world will still turn without me. My coworkers will find answers from other peers. My children will grab pop tarts from the pantry and be no worse for wear. This day will end and tomorrow begins another year. Another year full of blessings, but without you.
I wonder how many years it will be until I see your beautiful denim blue eyes so full of love. How long will it be before I hear your laugh? Until we can sing and dance with one another? Until I can breathe in your scent? How long until I can embrace you and feel your head on my shoulder once more? How will I make it through another year, five, or fifty? Then I look at your brothers and remember.
I see your picture hanging on the chain around Bailey’s neck. I know he misses you. Asher snuggles in closer to me while we wait for the bus. He talks of you often. And though his memories are fading he still feels that bond that so many (including myself) will never understand. I still hear his scream when your heart stopped beating. It will haunt my memories until we are all reunited.
Today he asks me to play Minecraft with him. We have several worlds in the game that we build homes and hidden bases in. I surround mine with lilacs. I think it makes me feel like you’re here with us. Do you remember that moment when I laid next to you whispering in your ear to meet me at the lilacs? Do you remember me telling you to take Jesus’ hand for your trip home? I’m pretty forgetful. I forget meetings, dates, addresses. You name it… I’ve surely forgotten. That day is etched into my memory permanently.
That day was the most painful day in my life. And yet I still cannot deny the level of beauty that was present. So many people set their lives aside to come be with you. They cried over you, caressed you, and prayed over you. Do you remember my biggest fear when we were given your DS diagnosis? It was a fear that you would not be loved. Just like the little redheaded spitfire you were… you showed me how wrong I was!! I have never witnessed the level of love displayed in that room before and never since. Love hurts just like the old Nazareth song from the 70’s says:
“Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and marks…”
I walk through this life carrying a pain that no amount of therapy, medication, or even prayer can soften. It’s not a choice. I cannot simply lay this pain down at the cross. That’s not possible. What I can do is ask Him to walk with me through this pain. I know there are times (like today) when He is carrying me because I do not have the strength to walk on my own. And sometimes I see Him from all of our friends and family who send their love. I see Him in the friend who runs my errands so that I do not have to leave the house. I see Him in the loved ones who message me with encouragement to get through this day. I’m not alone. I’m thankful. I’m blessed. I’m loved. And so are you my sweet Audrey Ann.
Today I will sit in the pain of wondering. What would you look like now my daughter? Would your hair still be red? Would it be in pigtails or curls? Would you still allow me to dress you in those wild fashions all of the hospital staff loved to see? I’m giggling now thinking of the attitude you would probably give me if I tried! Would you be walking? Talking? Dancing? Singing? Would you still look at every person you meet with so much wonder and love?
Today I sit in the pain of love knowing that I would choose to carry it for another moment with you. This is that moment submerged in my memories of you. Love hurts. I still choose love. I still choose you. I love you Cricket.