The sudden loss of my young friend Rachel this past Saturday night (see my previous post) made me think about a sudden loss of my own. Five years ago this same weekend, we arrived home from Sunday morning church to a phone message from my brother-in-law, saying there was a family emergency and we should call Michael’s brother. The news we received when the call was returned changed our lives forever: Michael’s mom had collapsed and died that morning in the folks’ bathroom. That was all. Just like that. No warning. No illness. (She was 86, so there are always cumulative life effects at that stage in one’s body, but, there was nothing chronic or immediate that had signaled this event.) We had spent the weekend before that celebrating as a family. It was Easter and my father-in -law’s 90th birthday–it had been a wonderful, sweet time together.
I have not experienced a great deal of loss in my almost-54 years, but I must say that those days were some of the darkest of my life to date. In remembering, I have pondered the reasons why sudden losses hurt so much:
1) We always think we have more time. Most of don’t wake up every day thinking, “This could be my last day on earth” or “This could be my last day with _______ ” (fill in the names of the ones you love). Maybe we should. (A friend today told me how her thinking has been challenged by a book titled One Month to Live. I’ve noticed on Facebook this week several friends sending simple love messages to their spouses–have they, too, been impacted by Rachel’s death in remembering that we have no guarantee of more time? That one thing could give meaning to something that seems otherwise so senseless.)
2) We haven’t had time to let go gradually. When someone is leaving us through the changes of gradual aging or even through illness or disease, we only are asked to let go of bits at a time. We have the chance to get used to “new normal” incrementally. Sudden loss wrenches life from our midst and everything changes at once. We are left in a state of disorientation, and time does not stand still to allow us to get our footing before taking another step.
3) We are faced with our own immortality. We are forced to think, “Next time it could be me or (another) one of mine,” and we mourn for our own projected losses.
These are hard things. If they were not, we would not be human.
But here is a thought–maybe I will post more later on these, but if I don’t–well then, here is a thought: Each of those reasons is like a dark room. Yet, outside, the sun is shining. How I move beyond and out of the dark room, ceasing to live there, will depend on whether I choose to–at some point, a point which may not be the same for me as it is for you–get up and lift the shade or open the door to let some of that light penetrate the place hemmed in by the pain of loss. Different people have different means for letting in the light. In my personal experience and observations, faith will eventually move me toward the window every time.
Yes, definitely more later…