Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Save a place for me


I am a grieving mother. We are the family that other things happen to, you know, you see it on television or hear about it in the news but it doesn’t happen to normal people. I am sitting here on my bed in Nova Scotia, one of Christian’s most favorite places to be. The place he had so many firsts, so many great days, so many great memories. Last summer was glorious and liberating for Christian, as he really became a young boy with the ability and desire to do all the things a five year old wants to do. And now all the things that never will be again surround me and my heart and soul feel as though they have been ripped from my body and the rest of me has been dropped in a deep well. There are many dark and secret things that a grieving mother and father never want to say out loud. Sometimes not even to each other. Mostly out of fear, fear of what other people will think, fear that somebody will want to check me into a hospital because they think I am suicidal but mostly just the fear that nobody will ever understand the pain grieving parents experience on a daily, hourly and minute by minute basis.

It is a horrifying experience to watch your child suffer through years of trauma, pain, surgery’s, disappointment, sickness, limitations, anxiety and the inexplicable emotional nightmares. It almost haunts me more than watching him suffer through his last breaths. Thinking today about the extended time he spent in the ICU intubated, I want to be sick to my stomach when I remembered the moment I saw tears coming down his eyes and we were desperately trying to figure out what was wrong without him being able to verbalize it because of his breathing tube. Finally I asked him if he needed a cuddle and he shakes his head, “Yes”. Forgetting that for the past 10 months he hadn’t gone a day or more likely an hour without cuddling us and here he had being in this ICU for almost a week without our touch beside him, my arms around him and his head on my chest. Moms and dads,are the gentle and ‘safe’ person for their children, we are the oncology ward specialists. We are the ones to administer the needles, change the dressings, calm the fears, hold the barf bucket, try to stave off the fear we see mounting in their eyes, attempt to answer the questions to which there are no answers. “Mommy, when will all this cancer business be over?” I wish I didn’t have the answer to this last question of his, but his physical battle with cancer ended on January 14 of 2013 and I fear that the emotional scars of these past two years will last until I am lowered into the ground myself. We have seen things that I will never be able to describe to another person unless they walk their child into the same unit and experience the same level of fear and torment. I do not blame anyone for not wanting to walk in these shoes, I don’t want to walk in them and I wish I could say, “thank goodness that is not happening to us, we are so blessed.”

What most people don’t see about the grieving process are the heart wrenching moments you would imagine a brokenhearted parent would have. The moments we hide away in a dark room and behind closed doors where nobody can see. Today I was reduced to absolute sobbing as I drove away from the golf course where I had dropped Chris off to play a round, a round of golf that didn’t get to happen for Christian. There will be no celebration round for him this year at the Truro Golf Club, at least not one here on earth. But the sight of Christian's beloved Eagle head cover on Chris’ driver was more than my heart could tolerate. I tried to keep my eyes opened as I drove down the street, cognizant of the groans escaping my lips and tears covering my face. You don’t see the times I hide in the bathroom stall silently balling or covering my mouth with my sweatshirt, hoping that the person next door won’t hear the intermittent sobs. Fits of anguish brought on by the slightest mention of a word; hospital, surgery, Star Wars and Hero Factory to mention just a few. The sight of siblings playing together and enjoying being ‘friends’ reminds me of what Evelyn and Ryan lost in their big brother going to heaven.

Most people wouldn’t understand the deep anger that rises at the most inexplicable times. Its not rational but it happens. Watching people with their children (usually somebody Christian’s age) and wanting to jump up in a rage and ask why they get to keep their son and I had to give mine back. How is it possible that everybody else’s world seems to keep moving forward and I am stuck here at the bottom of this well? How is it that time has not stopped to allow me to grieve? Don’t people know the pain in my heart? A pain so real and tangible that it takes my breath away and drops me to my knees. I want to grab people by the shirt and yell, “Don’t you know?” ............ ??????  I can hear the whispers of people so desperate for us to be “better”. Not because they are want us to “move on” but because they love us so much. Yet I am fairly sure that I will carry this intense pain in my chest for the rest of my life. Some days I feel ‘fine’ then a moment will bring Christian to the forefront of my brain, a word he would have spoken, a song he loved and I can feel that deep intense pain begin to rise out of my stomach, my chin begins to quiver and my face tries to turn away the tears, but they come. And they come with such intensity and ferocity that I am reminded about how deeply he touched me, how deeply he has affected my heart and how his struggles over these past few years have tattooed themselves on my soul. I cannot wash them off; I cannot cover them with another person’s love, a new baby does not fade them. They are there permanently to remind me.

I don’t think I will ever be “better” but I will learn how to survive, smile, enjoy my days with my children, spend quality time with my husband, laugh and remember Christian fondly; yet I know the concentrated torment deep down inside of me will never go away because nobody ever ‘gets over’ the loss of a child. There are many days I think about dying. I wish I could die, not because I don’t want to live but because my desire to be with Christian is so powerful. I can only imagine the glory that he lives amongst and I am anxious to share that with my family. I am anxious to see heaven and the “place that has been prepared” for me. I read the book called “ Heaven is for real – for kids” and it gives descriptions of what the little boy saw when he entered heaven, then it gave scripture to support what he was seeing. One of the last pages describes a little golden chair that was brought for him so that he could sit right beside the Father. This picture brings me a lot of peace as I know that Christian’s rightful home is with his heavenly father, just five years, four months, and eight days after he became mine – I gave him back.  I know this was God’s plan for him and our family. 

I can accept and try to trust in what has been given to me, but it is an endless project that will never be done. A bridge whose completion date is unknown and will forevermore need repair. I am perpetually grateful for Evelyn and Ryan, who speak Christian’s name freely. Who don’t worry about what I will say or do if they ask a question about him. Who could never understand how much comfort and sanity it brings me to hear them talk about Christian like he is still around us. They speak his name with pride that only a big brother can earn. Christian. Most people are afraid to say it, fearing the response it will bring. And they are right; sometimes the memory or statement is painful but never more painful than pretending he didn’t exist. Never more painful than not validating his courageous battle. Never more painful than pretending I only have two children now instead of three. Never more painful than when I say his name and people turn their eyes away because they just don’t know what to say.

I remember when we first learned of Christian’s relapse in the summer of 2012. I sat across from a dear friend who had just heard the exact same news. We held hands tightly and I asked her, “How does a person live the rest of their lives missing someone?” Well I am now immersed in that life and it is more painful and appalling than I could have fathomed.
Beaches of Nova Scotia
Bits of sunshine come into my day, rays of hope find their way to my innermost pain. I feel Christian speaking to me when I am most sad and despondent. He speaks to me then because it is exactly what he would have done had he been here with me now. He would crawl up into my lap and wrap his skinny arms around my neck and tell me that everything is ok. When I can feel the intense pain rising inside me I scream out to God, “Please help me”. And I know He is. I know His plan for our little family seems crazy, unfair, unjust, and wrong. But I do know for sure that God has opened his hands around my secure little world and allowed various things to happen, but not to punish me or teach me but because it is what is best for us.

My very good friend explained it like we are rowing in little dinghy’s lost out at sea, and a yacht glides by our ever waning little row boat as we struggle with the oars. Wouldn’t we all as parents throw our children to the safety of the boat above and yell out that we will join them soon? I am 100% sure Christian is enjoying his time aboard God’s yacht, while we painfully row our little boat out in the sea and wait to see what He has in store for us. I know He will calm our seas, walk out to meet us and pull us ashore when the time is right. Until then I know that Christian is in the hot tub on the top deck basking in the glory around him, saving a place for me.










8 comments:

  1. As always...everything I start to write sounds so dumb. I would just hate for you to think that there aren't people out there still reading and still caring...so I have to comment!

    Love the pictures of Christian.

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  2. "WOW" upside down spells "MOM". That is you, Megan..............Wow, you blow me away with your honesty. How true that we cannot know the depth of your pain when we haven't been there. Just know that we care and admire your courage. Thanks for writing. Sending the biggest hug, "auntie Marilyn"

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  3. I lost my brother to a car accident, he was only 20 and my Mom never stopped grieving until the day she joined him in heaven, I read this with tears in my eyes and a prayer in my heart for you You are an amazing person

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  4. Megan, I miss you! I miss Christian! and Chris, Evelyn and Ryan. I do not walk in your shoes, but do know how crushing it is to feel Christian's loss whenever I think of him and can only try to imagine how many exponents it would take to come at all near to feeling what you feel. I am sorry for this hurt you endure now. Know that there are so many of us praying for a peace to come to you and Chris -so that you, with Christian at your side, can find joy again, together with Evelyn, Ryan and your new baby bundle. I know Christian is smiling and ready to welcome the newest member of the Crowell family! I am not sure why, but I came across a few Star War toys at school today and pulled them out for the kids (and of course thought of Christian). As a child pointed to a Storm Trooper and inquired as to what it was called, I again thought of Christian and thought of how Christian Crowell so knew every detail of each character (and knew how to shop for any he did not have -online!). My heart ached as my thoughts focused on Christian, but then warmed again as I pulled out Star War books and watched the kids get excited about the pictures and characters as Christian would! Many many gentle hugs to you Megan -and Chris, Evelyn, Ryan and your families.

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  5. As I read your latest journal entry, from one mother to the other, I wished I could ease your pain. I do not even begin to tell you that I know what you are going through and I wouldn't try, because I feel that would be a horrible thing to do, but I will tell you that I believe that every parent has, at one time or another, for whatever reason, imagined how life would be without their child, and listening to your pain and your loss and your anger and sorrow...it is how I imagined it would feel.

    I wish I had the magic words. I wish there was something. I wish we could all send you strength and that you could physically feel it and lean on it. I often read other replies your posts receive, and there is so much love and support and sadness and grief in the words people write, and I know that even if you don't have the desire to read them now, that you are loved by people who haven't ever even met you.

    My wish for you is that you keep going and you reach that time where the hurt isn't as present as it is now. That time when your memories and recollections don't stab at you with hot pain. That time when you still miss your son, but his name doesn't cut at you when you hear it and you can smile without your chest tightening when you think of him.

    No one expects that you will ever forget or love him less or that it just suddenly won't hurt anymore, but you will heal. It is all still so fresh and has only been a blink in time. You will always and forever be Christian's mommy and that place in your heart for him, will always be reserved just for him. As a mother, this I DO know.

    Sending you love and strength and peace Megan.

    Lise W.

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  6. I think of Christian daily, my heart hurts for the incredible loss this earth experienced when he went to Heavan, then my heart hurts even more for you and I always have to excuse myself and take a moment to pray for you and your family. We understand that there is now way we can comprehend your pain and that what we are feeling is so minuscule in comparison. He is missed and will always be loved, and we also love you for being so candid and letting us into your life. I pray that God is showing you the way to peace and Christian is holding your hand along the way...I pray for your heart always, and I can say that I will continue for as long as I'm on this earth, I will always REMEMBER.... Love ~CS

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  7. Oh Megan I hope I never have to experience the loss of my child before me. Your experience has opened my eyes and changed my whole world. I don't know why God chose this for you & your family but I try to find comfort knowing his plan is greater than we imagined. Christian is a hero & when I face sadness and pain I think of his limitations and pain and suffering & It brings me right back to reality & I know I can get through it.
    I will never forget when you wrote about the fact that when you're alive, no matter what you face - things have the potential to get better. But when you die, nothing can change that. Nothing is more permanent than death.
    As long as I am alive I will hold this outlook true to my heart. Megan I am so sorry this was Christian's journey & I'm so sorry this reality is yours to live. My words will probably not bring you comfort, but your words have changed my life.

    I hope you find many moments of hope and joy during the rest of your visit in Nova Scotia.

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  8. Your honesty is pure and inspirational. May you find solace. Keep writing as I believe it is helping you:)

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