On Saturday, my friend Lisa unexpectedly lost her Dad. He had been ill, had a pacemaker put in and was on the upswing. Things were getting better and he was sent home. By Saturday, he was not doing well, and told his wife that he thought he’d better go to the hospital and get things checked out. By then though, things had progressed to the “too far” stage, and he passed away Saturday morning. This was just 2 weeks after another friend, Karen, lost her husband. Going to the funeral home last night to pay my respects was hard. Things were very similar to the way things happened when my Dad passed away. We just really expected him to get up and want a cheeseburger for supper. When he didn’t, we were all in a state of shock for a little while.
Sunday night, the phone rang. When the phone rings after 10pm, you know it’s not a good thing. When I saw on the caller ID that it was a daycare mom, I just figured she needed to let me know that her kids would be here. If only… Her water had broken. While this would normally be a pretty exciting thing to hear, it was not. She was only 24 weeks pregnant. It was way too soon. I asked if she wanted me to pick up the kids, or if they would bring them on the way to the hospital (they live 2 blocks from here). They would drop them off. When they pulled up, I ran out and got two half a sleep, stunned kiddos and brought them in and settled them in on the pallets I had made for them on the floor. They both went right back to sleep. I didn’t really sleep very well the rest of the night for thinking about what was going to happen. The Mom called me the next morning to let me know that their baby boy had been born, but he was just too little, and didn’t make it. His funeral was yesterday. I just can’t even fathom the pain involved in having to bury a child.
It’s been a sad few days. And while none of those things happened directly to me, they happened to people who are important to me, my friends. Its times like those that you wonder why God can’t let us in on His plans before we have to go through such heartbreak.
I have other friends who are experiencing their own types of heartbreaks. One family is plagued by a very evil family member who is spreading lies, and trying to cause problems for them and their adoption of their little girl. Another is doubting whether bringing home their son is what God really has for them, and if it is, why isn’t He providing the money that they need? And there are so many others…
Add to that the stress of being called back to do a “more detailed” mammogram and I can honestly say it’s been a really tough few days… I will say though that after the initial hour of squooshing and tugging and taking pics, all is OK with the mammo. THANK YOU GOD!!!
I am looking forward to an uneventful weekend!! Next weekend is the Cedar Rapids Buddy Walk, and we are going! I can’t wait!!
Love you!
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