Lessons learned....

Some of the lessons I have learned over the past three months:

 

1.       Be kind to everyone for each of us is fighting some sort of battle no one knows about

2.       Everyone has an opinion and many do not seem to know how to keep that opinion to themselves

3.       Many people think it could never happen to them

4.       You find out who your real friend are – fairly quickly

5.       People talk way too much and say really stupid things

6.       Some people don’t really care that you are hurting and living with the worst pain ever, they still expect and want from you like nothing ever happened

7.       Way to many people don’t have an opinion of their own..their opinions are based on what they are told by the media/news (big no no) or what their families believe

8.       Losing a child is worse than I could have ever imagined in my worst nightmares

9.       No words will make me feel any better – nothing anyone says helps ease the pain

10.   People are very judgmental

11.   People are selfish

12.   My husband and daughter are hurting more than most realize

13.   I will always be a grieving mother…the pain will never go away…. I will always have a void in my heart

14.   God provides me peace and comfort when I want to give up

15.   PTSD is a real thing and something I will have to live with the rest of my life

16.   Death does not escape any of us, don’t take each day for granted

17.   No matter how much you pray for you children’s safety – life happens and there are things you can’t protect them from

18.   No one can understand my exact pain except for God himself

19.   Most people do not understand what mental illness really is

20.   I will never have the answers to the why’s and what if’s on this earth

21.   I will never stop talking about or remembering Tommy – EVER

22.   Everyone needs someone they can depend on

23.   The biggest disappointment is having people say they are there for you but are nowhere to be found when you actually need them

24.   I will always keep faith

25.   I have become good at pretending and acting like I am ok when I am not

26.   I hope and pray that my story and Tommy’s life will help others

27.   I am humbled by the amount of love and support we have been shown

28.   Fear is real but is not of God

29.   The people you thought you could count on are not there and the ones you never thought would be there are

30.   Just because it’s been a few months since Tommy’s death, the pain and sorrow is as strong as if it were yesterday

31.   No matter how much I try the vision of my son the day I found him will never leave my mind

32.   Many feel if they don’t acknowledge it then it won’t happen to them

33.   Everyone wants to be your friend in the beginning but then quickly fall away

34.  Just because someone is smiling doesn't mean that they are happy

 

The pain runs deep..

It is hard to even begin to put into words how my heart still aches so deeply.  I watch as a dad hugs and kisses the top of his son’s head when dropping him off at school and my heart clenches with pain as I am reminded that I will never get to feel that way again with my son.  I sit across from a friend who shares with me the guilt she feels every time she sees me with her son and my throat constricts as I hold back tears because I am heartbroken that she has to feel this way but if I am being honest with myself I do find myself thinking how lucky others are to still have their sons when mine is gone.  I find myself getting a bit angry at the disrespectful things I see on facebook, like the “what is my mental disorder?” questionnaire that labels people as schizophrenic or bi-polar like is a joke.  Mental illness is real and serious and not something to poke fun at, but I am sure these people do not realize that such things can be hurtful to people who are actually effected by it.  Everything around me reminds me of Tommy and brings the pain of him being gone to the surface over and over.  God provides me peace and comfort but the pain and reality of it is still there.  Some days the pain is so un-bearable I feel as though there is an elephant sitting on my chest and I wonder if I will ever really be able to breathe again but then I cry out to God and put my trust in him and the pressure subsides for a while and I am able to move on.  I may be weak but thank the Lord his spirits strong in me!

The hardest thing...

Not for a moment will you forsake me

Yesterday I attended a funeral for some good friends brother who passed unexpectedly at 54.  This was the first funeral I have had to attend since my son lost his life to suicide.  As you can imagine funerals are even more difficult for me now.  The emotions are still so raw and its a reminder of how precious life is and how much we miss Tommy.  I left the funeral, got in my car and began sobbing uncontrollably because I was so overcome with grief and emotions.  When I finally calmed down enough to start the car the first song that played was: Not For A Moment by Meredith Andrews.  Here are some of the lyrics:

And every step, every breath you are there

Every tear, every cry, every prayer
In my hurt, at my worst
When my world falls down
Not for a moment will You forsake me
Even in the dark
Even when it's hard
You will never leave me
After all
Not for a moment will You forsake me

God has know used this song twice now to remind me that he has not forsaken me. He is still with me and will never leave me. 

The second song that played was: I Am Not Alone by Kari Jobe.  Here are some of those lyrics:

In the midst of deep sorrow
I see your light is breaking through
The dark night will not over take me
I am pressing into you
Lord you fight my every battle
And I will not fear

You amaze me
Redeem me
You call me as your own
In my shame
You're my defender
You're my refuge in the storm
Through these trials
You have always been faithful
You bring healing to my soul

I have tried to explain to so many how although I hurt deeply and miss my son more than words can say, that I do know the light of the Lord is shining down on me and he is defending me in this battle, fighting for me to remain faithful so that he can bring healing to my soul.  Thank you Lord.

What we need most…

Sometimes being understanding is more important than being right.  We don’t always need an exceptional mind that speaks a lot of knowledge but a patient heart that listens to what we need to say.  We don’t need eyes that find fault in our choices but open arms that accept us for who we are.  We don’t need a finger that points out our errors and shames us, but tender hands that lead us the right way. 

If more people listened instead of trying to have all the answers or trying to one up the other person, maybe we would be able to hear what the person is trying to communicate but doesn't know how.  If we stopped trying to find what is wrong with everyone else and start focusing more on what's wrong with us maybe we would have more healthy relationships.  If we stopped focusing on all the bad decisions people have made and started looking at the right ones they have made maybe we would have more love and compassion for those who struggle most.  It's the ones who struggle and sin the most that need our love and compassion the most.