Of March and Memories

Dear UD,

First dad, then you, and now Mom. Gone. All within a few years. We lost you all too soon, too young, too quickly, and I can hardly stand it.

I didn't want to write you again because it makes it more real that mom's gone. When we lost you four years ago, I wrote about feeling “unmoored,” like I’d lost a rare safe haven in this turbulent world.  And now that we’ve lost mom too, I feel like I’ve lost my touchstone. Talisman. The saying that we don’t know what we’ve got until we’ve lost it is so true. You helped us process everything that life throws at us, and we felt wanted, loved, safe in this world. Mom prayed for us and guided us as we turned to her to measure everything in us, everything in this world. With a million little things throughout our life, every day, in every way, she helped us, and we felt wanted, loved, safe in this world. The matriarch of our family is now gone, and I don’t know how to feel safe in this world anymore.

Orphaned. On the way to your funeral, I rode with Mom and Sonny, and I remember him telling the story about how, at your dad’s funeral, you repeatedly cried, “We’re orphans now. We’re orphans now. We’re orphans now.” I remember that day and how you wept unashamed in front of all of us. At the time, I had no idea how you felt. Now I do. Orphaned. There are no words to describe it. Losing that sense of knowing and being known completely by someone who's known you from birth. Looking at the preceding generation, at the place your parents occupied, and seeing it empty. There are no words for such loss.

No wonder I’ve been plagued with anxiety, panic attacks, nightmares, and sleeplessness since losing Mom.

After I wrote the first part of this letter, I discovered this quote:

“A person who has the habit of hope also has the habit of remembering. Hope needs memories the way a writer needs notes. This is partly because hope depends so much on imagination. Our images of the future are sweepings from our remembrances of things past. If we expect to keep hope alive, we need to keep memory alive. Happy memories of good things we hoped for that were fulfilled, and grateful memories of bad things we survived.” Lewis B. Smedes, Keeping Hope Alive

I found the quote in my new Jeremiah Study Bible, the last gift Mom gave me. Last December when I stayed with her, she said that she wanted me to have a good study Bible, and we picked this one out together. During that month, I made many new memories with her, some happy memories and others difficult ones because it was so terrible to see her struggle, to watch her body betray her as the aggressive cancer advanced. But one memory that is both happy and difficult (happy because I shared it with her, tough because of the reason that I needed to read to her) is of me reading Psalms to her one Sunday morning. Normally, faithfully, she went to church every Sunday; however, by then, she had no energy and too much pain. Also, she read the Bible daily and was in the process of reading through Proverbs and Psalms in a month; however, she could hardly keep her eyes open on that morning, so on December 23, I read Proverbs 23, Psalms 23, 53, 83, 113, and 143 to her. Then, we sang several hymns and prayed together. I am grateful for moments like that, for so many memories and conversations.

But this week as I struggled through the grief of missing Mom and the sorrow of missing you, I read that quote and Psalms 63.

When I remember You on my bed, I mediate on You in the night watches. Because You have been my help, therefore in the shadow of Your wings will I rejoice. My soul follows close behind You; Your right hand upholds me. Psalms: 63 6-8

I was reminded to remember those moments, to celebrate the love shared, and to find hope in those memories, that love, and in God. Hope that God is with me right now, hope that He is with me when I’m tossing and turning in bed at night, and hope that we will all be together again in heaven one day.

UD, it's your birthday month and Dad's, and I would give anything if we could all meet again at your place for cake, cards, celebration with the family. But all we can do is remember you, remember Dad, remember Mom, remember those we lost too soon. I imagine you all together in heaven, celebrating your birthdays, watching over us. I raise a toast to you today, and I want you all to know what you meant to us, to me. How you shaped our lives, how much we miss you, how we love you so.

Love, Rach