Amen to that. Every week has it ups and downs.
This week a family friend is needing good thoughts and prayers. His wife lost her way and took her own life. Leaving many family, friends and 4 beautiful children.
Each and every one of us have our on path. Our destiny as it were. Today each of those four children have to say goodbye to their Mommy. Many, many years too early.
I have seen much in my years on this earth and I really am quite young yet. To name a few. I watched 3 family members battle kidney failure and were on dialysis. My husbands Grandfather fell and broke his neck at 86 years of age and spent his last 5 months in the hospital. My Great-Grandmother found out she had cancer at 98 years of age. She lasted 2 months. My uncle who lived 4 years with ALS. And our son. Each of these people hold a very special place in my life.
All life has value. No matter how short or long as it were. One cannot measure a person’s value by the number of days, weeks, years or decades they are on this earth. Unfortunately, for some, it is after someone is gone that they realize what that value is.
My cousin, was a severe diabetic and diagnosed at 19 years of age. She lost her sight and went into full renal failure before the age of 30. She passed away at 32 years of age. She taught Sunday school, was a Girl Guide Leader for 15 years and work at the school board office. I know in my heart the reason she never married was because she knew deep down she would never walk this earth long enough to raise any children she may have and she could not risk that. She let go the love of her life so that he may have the chance at a family.
My aunt, her mother. Developed diabetes in her 50s. She went into renal failure at 62 years of age. She had battled colon cancer in her 50s. She was my Mothers eldest sister and really like a second mother. There were 15 years age difference. It was like losing my Grandmother a second time. She looked after my Mom for most the first year of life and her early years. My Grandmother was very sick after she was born. She gave of herself completely.
My Grandfather was a character. At 15 years of age he went to work to pay the bills. His father was ill and could no longer look after the family farm. His two older brothers had died. One most likely of Sids. It was the 1920s. The second was struck by a car riding his bicycle at 12 years of age. That left my Grandfather and 5 sisters. He worked to feed the family. He had 3 heart attacks, and kidney disease. He was in full renal failure at the age of 66. At 73 years of age and having just had part of is leg amputated due to circulation he passed away. Peacefully at 9:40 on Sunday morning. 20 minutes early for church. He had been a Deacon for 55 Years. He was a school janitor, taught Sunday School, and taught Awana. Dozens of children in this area were able to go to Summer Camp as my Grandparents donated anonymously every year to ensure those children that could not would have that chance.
And our son. You know that story. From the first time I could touch him. From my hospital bed, as the wheeled me thru the NICU after I left recovery. Those moments change everything.
I tell you these stories so that you may know the value of each life. They live on. Each of these people had a hand in molding who I am today. I thank them for that and love them all so very much.
TGIF! Remember you have value. You add it to those around you each day.
In my last post I talked about defining moments and events in life. All of us have had many.
First kiss, first love, graduation, the day I met my true love, the proposal, our wedding day and November 15, 2011. The day I got the BFP! Each of these events and many many more have shaped and changed my life in many ways.
In my very humble opinion the most defining moment of my life was becoming a mother. Hearing his heartbeat for the first time. First ultrasound. Hearing his most beautiful cry at 12:03 pm on April 27, 2012. He was here! 12 weeks early. Delivered by emergency C-section as he was breech. Feisty and weighing in at 1442 grams. 39 cms long. The most beautiful baby every born. (I know this as I am his mother.) Hahaha…
We settled in for a stay in the NICU. Most likely 8-12 weeks. He was doing well. I was pumping milk, he was active, eating well, thriving and gaining weight. My husband was living at the hospital with us. Our family of 3 was together and doing what we could. Breakfast in the morning, spending the day by his bedside, baths, feedings, diaper changes, and bedtime stories.
Nine days later something was wrong. Bloodwork was done, meds were started, shaved his hair for IV’s. He was sick. One of the scariest things any parent can hear.
Sending out good thoughts for the weekend!