On this Friday, I am sad. Most days I can focus and stay busy but for some reason this morning, I keep crying and thinking of my loss. I am sad so I decided to write about it. Hopefully, I will be better when I finish. We’ll see.
Not only is it our personal loss, but things that have been happening this week that are contributing to my feelings. The news of recent shootings in Gilroy, California, then in El Paso, Texas, and later in Dayton, Ohio, have been almost too much to process and to handle.
The fact that so many people were killed in such a short time with all of these incidents is stunning. I feel for those left behind and know the pain of an unexpected loss. Thankfully, my husband was at home before going to the hospital. I said goodbye to him at the hospital in a quiet emergency department.
I cannot even fathom what these families dealt with in the aftermath of such horror and carnage. Trying to find the hospital, getting there, trying to find the answers, and then knowing you’d never get to talk to that loved one again.
I have been thinking about the couple who shielded their baby from the gunshots and died in the process. I then weep at their bravery and sacrifice and hope and pray that baby will be okay. I hope that baby one day will know the love his parents had for him.
I think about all of the first responders who had to work through such horror and the trauma surgeons trying to save yet another gunshot victim. And, again I weep. These people shouldn’t have to continue to deal with this and try to comfort so many families. I cannot imagine their stress.
I also think that we need to do something. Last weekend, I watched a story on CBS Sunday Morning of a panel of trauma surgeons who are working together to plan better how these mass incidents are handled. Many of them were spurred on by someone from the NRA saying that these doctors need to “stay in their lane.”
One of the doctors posted a picture of an empty chair and stated that that was her lane. You see that chair is where she sits to deliver the news that someone had died. Chills. These doctors do have to deal with the damage to the bodies and the hearts and minds of those loved ones who are left behind.
I have been in that room with a doctor giving such news. I know the pain that those families felt. I know the shock they must have been in. I am thankful that there are such people willing to give such awful news. I don’t think I could do it.
I will never forget that day when we were told that Kirk didn’t make it after working with him for over an hour. My mother cried out, I did, and we all started weeping. Our doctor and nurse were compassionate but still the pain is beyond measure and so hard to process.
As far as the mass shootings, I hope and pray that we don’t start becoming immune to these incidents. We could since they keep happening so frequently, although they happen in so many places that are supposed to be safe. Any and all losses are terrible since each life has value.
My prayer is that something can be done to change this. I am just not sure how that will be done with so many conflicts and personal interests that people bring to the table. But do we really need weapons that can kill 9 people in 30 seconds? Would a deer hunter use such a weapon? I doubt it and think it also shouldn’t be used on people.
I am also sad about some personal items. I hate that Kirk isn’t here to spend time with Ian and myself or with his family and friends. I hate he isn’t hear to encourage Ian as he starts his 6th grade year of school or help him with his homework. I hate he isn’t here to watch a favorite show or movie with us. I hate he isn’t here to pray with us before we eat or laugh when we talk about our day.
I also hate that he isn’t with us when we go to church. Some days when I am at church, I am overwhelmed with sadness. You see that is where Kirk and I met, where we were married, and finally where we had his memorial service. Ian and I still go since my parents also attend, but it is a challenge at times.
There are a lot of good memories there and some sad ones too. It is nice to see people who I have known for years and are curious about how we are doing. It has always been a special place so I continue to try and be strong and carry on.
Despite the sadness, there is much to be thankful for. It is now the weekend with time to refresh and see some friends and family. There is homework to do, work projects to focus on, and other activities to keep us busy. We are thinking of seeing a movie and having lunch out. And, there may be haircuts and library visits as well.
We are making plans for this year and maybe next and there are things that Ian is looking forward to. So that is all good. Yet, the sadness remains a constant. It ebbs and flows, depending how tired we are, what we are thinking about, and if the day means something to us or not. Some days, there is more happiness than sadness. Those days feel like a win.
I have to say writing about how I am feeling always helps. It helps to let go of the thoughts and tears. So I, thankfully, am feeling better and can now get on with my day. I try to look forward to what is ahead.
If you are also grieving, I hope you can do that too, along with the loss and sadness. Blessings to you and yours. May you have comfort if you are grieving. May you cherish the time with your loved ones as we will do. And, may you and I remember to always, always love.