Life Is Not Meant to be a Paradise, All We Can Do Is EndureWednesday, April 15, 2015
I was driving back to my house today from the shop when I passed a souped up Mustang, I looked to the driver and made eye contact. With surp...
I was driving back to my house today from the shop when I passed a souped up Mustang, I looked to the driver and made eye contact. With surprising excitement, I immediately hit the brakes. It was him. Then, just as quick as the excitement rushed through my system the dismay followed behind as the memory of him lying so peacefully on that table, under a blue blanket filled my head. Such a cruel, cruel thing the mind and eyes can do to a broken heart.
I have been waiting for the right time to write on this subject once again...turns out, every time I begin my heart crumbles into a million pieces and I realize, there will never be a right time but the message is strong and I just have to share it with others so that they may find comfort or be helped.
This post is for anyone going through the hardships of a heartbreak, death in the family, addiction, abuse, or something as simple as a stubbed toe. When life gets a little tough or even downright unbearable, we must remember that it was not meant to be paradise, therefore we must endure.
This message was delivered to me a few Sundays ago at church and it really spoke to me. To give you a little update on what I have been going through, as my brother's tragedy weighs even heavier than the day I first heard the news in my heart, may help you to understand, connect, or even be able to apply the message in your own life.
*Warning* This may be a little depressing but it is serious stuff. Please be prepared for what you are about to read.
Before the Tragedy
My sweet brother was much the same. Lived life without a care in the world...and to the fullest. All that knew him would agree 100%.
On December 14th I was jolted into reality. There was one thing I had never pondered. There was one thing that me, "superwoman", could not fix or make better.
I read recently that once you experience death in a close proximity, it never creeps up on you again, because it NEVER leaves your door step. You are awakened by what always lives one step in front of you.
My New View of the WorldThe minute I heard the news, I was distraught, I screamed, I became calm for a minute and tried to process, I denied my ears, I processed again, I looked at Jack wide eyed laying in front of me, the tears came, I screamed again, I looked up at Ben wide eyed with tears standing next to the bed, I asked "He is...DEAD? He DIED?", Ben shook his head, I dropped mine, I could hear my heart in my chest, I screamed again, I jumped up, grabbed my phone, I called the police station asking if they were for sure, they gave me the coroner's number, I spoke to him to ask who passed away, I had hope, I cried some more, I begged God, I got in the car and headed over to my parents.... the minutes after I heard the news are still so vivid.
Even the next day, when they allowed us to go to the funeral home to see him, I just knew we would go in and it wouldn't be my little brother laying there. We all went in as a family. I didn't get one foot in the door when I looked to the right and saw a person laying under a blue blanket on a metal table. I froze and slowly rose to my tippy toes...I WOULD see my sweet brothers face at the other end. It was him...but in the coming months, I would still have hope. Not only did I deny my ears... but I denied my own eyes. I prayed that this was all some horrible joke...that if he came back...even months later...I would't ask him why he did it. I would just hug him and resume the awesome, carefree world that I called life. A few Sundays ago, I had to face the brutal realization...that the life I once knew, was a lie...it is not paradise, nowhere close, but it is a gift. One that only God can give and take away.