It has been over a month since we lost our dear son. There are times when I feel fine and there are other times when I break down and sob uncontrollably because the pain is so deep. It’s deep, deep down and it hurts. The void he has left in our lives is like a huge chasm which can never be filled.
I know that we are not going through our sorrow alone. God is right there with us, in the midst of the storm, the darkness and His presence gives us great comfort. The psalmist says that “Weeping may last through the night but joy comes in the morning.” We are still weeping and I suspect that we will be for a very long time but we know that the joy we are promised will come. Right now, we are coping as best as we can with God’s help.
Parents, please spend quality time with your kids every day. Don’t let anything prevent you from doing that. What we learned from our son’s death is that life is fragile. People are here today and gone tomorrow. Never once when we woke up that day, did we ever imagine that before six that evening our son would be dead. He was only eleven years old. We always believed that he would outlive us. We never thought that we would end up burying him.
Don’t take your loved ones for granted. We have today. We are not guaranteed tomorrow. Make sure you hug your children and tell them you love them daily. And if you’re Christians, teach them about God as early as possible. In a Mother’s Day card, my son thanked me for teaching him about God. Teach them that they have a Heavenly Father who loves them and a Savior who gave His precious life for them. And tell them that they have a Comforter who is the Holy Spirit.
Make sure that you say, “I love you” to your loved one every opportunity you get because you never know when it will be the last time you do so.