I’m going to get very real and raw this evening. I am going to open up and share the tears behind my smiles, the ones that I work so hard to hide.
My greatest joy(s) have been the only that brought me heart wrenching sorrows. On January 1, 2016, my greatest heartbreak happened, my first born son committed suicide. He would have been 30.
For all that I have been through in my life, nothing has devastated me as much as that phone call telling my that my son was found dead. No parent should ever get that call. No parent should ever have to bury their child. I remember feeling so numb and even after over a year it still feels like it isn’t real. But it is. I cry a lot.
Without getting into deep personal details, I will say that the only thing that saved me from darkness was faith. I know my son is in God’s loving arms and that is what gives me comfort. I know in my heart he is not suffering anymore.
I’ve heard others say they become angry at God when a child is taken away, whether from illness, crime or accident. I suppose I was too. But if anything it drew me closer to God. My faith has grown stronger from all of this. But more than anything it has created a desire, so strong, to help others that I can’t ignore it. To let others know that they are not alone. God is with us always, he is a very loving Father and he cries with us when we hurt and bad things happen. It’s also helped me to understand that this living world is not our final home and I know I will see my son again, someday. But in the meantime, I need to be an instrument of change in this world, there is so much to do.
It really doesn’t take much to change someone’s day, week, month, year, maybe their life. Maybe that sandwich you give to a homeless person on the street gave them the energy to get to a place where they can heal and get help to help someone else. Maybe, that smile and happy greeting you give someone at work prevented them from ending their life. Maybe, just maybe, that hug you gave a child, helped them see hope in their dark world. You don’t know until you begin to do God’s work by just being you.
And you know what, when you start doing things for others, your own clouds disappear. You heal. Your heart may always feel “broken” but the funny thing is that we are continuously filled when we have cracks, because we always have more room to be filled up with better things.
I see my son in the eyes of others. I never want them to feel alone, because they aren’t.
Just something to think of in today’s busy world.
Until Next Time,
Mrs. Kay L. Rice