My new reality is that my kids have all grown up and gone their own ways, they all work different shifts, I am no longer a couple, but rather a single, and my life's picture looks way different than I ever imagined it would be. The holidays kind of serve as a reminder of that for me, and sometimes I find myself alone, trying to figure out what to do as others are celebrating with their loved ones. Please, do not feel sorry for me, as that is not what this is about. However, Christmas day I was going to be alone. I had several offers, but it is hard to morph into other families even if I am semi-comfortable with them. My kids had plans with their dad and late last night my friend Kim and her grandma Marion asked if I wanted to ride with to Fargo to see her mama Sharon. I said yes as I knew how hard yesterday was for all of them as doctors relayed difficult news.
For those of you that have had loved ones in the hospital over the holidays, I hurt for you. It is so difficult to try and make something seem semi-normal when your lives are literally on a roller coaster ride. Last week, Kim's dad called me and said that Sharon had something that she needed me to do for her. She was so excited as she told me about the gifts that were hidden in the basement for Kevin, Corey, and Kim . . . all of her babies. You could hear the anticipation in her voice and then she gave instructions. Please wrap them up, Corey gets the blue one, Kim gets silver, and Kevin white. Then make sure that they bring them to the hospital where I can watch them open their gifts and see their faces.
The gifts were heavy and it took an act of God to get them all up the stairs, loaded, unloaded, wrapped, and reloaded into Kim's van where they would make their way to Fargo for her mother to give them on Christmas. We talked again on Sunday and I told her our mission was complete. She knew that she had found the perfect gift for her babies and I wonder if she knew on some level that this may be the last one she ever purchased . . . sigh . .
Today did not go the way any of us thought it would, and I can honestly tell you, I would have rather been anyplace else as it is heartbreaking to watch those you care for suffer on any level. Sharon was in horrible shape when we arrived. I cannot even put into words how helpless everyone felt. She could not get comfortable and nothing seemed to help. She was breathing, but it was labored and full of effort. It was nearly 2:30 when we decided to try and let her rest and find an open restaurant on Christmas Day. Thank God for Perkins and weirdly enough we were not alone. It seems as though a lot of folks are kind of misfits on Christmas and we joined the ranks today. The conversation mirrored Sharon's health as it was also a bit labored. We were all pretty quiet as sometimes there just aren't any words.
When we went to the car, Ronnie's phone rang. It was the hospital and we needed to get there asap. Sharon was bad. When we arrived, we were whisked into the family room. As a pastor, I have been there and done this. As a wife, I have been there and done this when Cal's dad was dying from cancer. As a chaplain, I did this over and over and over and over. I know how this chapter ends . . . I knew what was coming next. I heard the words echoing in my brain and I watched as the world crashed for a family who was being told their loved one was going to die. Again no words . . .
The rest of the family was called and many were headed to Fargo to share perhaps the last hours, minutes, or seconds of a life that was such a treasured gift to them. However, something I will never forget as long as I live happened in the next moments. Once the family was called, and Sharon was made comfortable, we were allowed in to see her. Kim stood by her bed holding her hand and I prayed with them. Sharon knew us all and tried to keep her eyes open. After a few minutes, I asked Sharon if she wanted to see Kim open her gift and she perked up and nodded her head. I brought the gift over and she watched as her baby girl opened the gift that she had so carefully chosen for her.
Kim loves music and always has a radio going, sometimes two. Sharon had gotten each of the kids a Bose radio for them to have in their homes. Kim smiled at her and said, "You little sneakster, how did you know that was what I always wanted?" Sharon giggled and was so excited. It was one of the sweetest moments that I have ever been a part of. Giving that gift gave Sharon life even if it was only for a few moments in time. And more importantly, as Kim, Kevin, and Corey listen to the music that resounds from the speakers, they will always remember the mama that gave them that gift. And my prayer tonight is that gift always reminds them that life is a gift, and sometimes the perfect gift gives you life.
And tonight I am writing the final words of this year's Christmas blog from my recliner and not at the hospital where I spent most of my day. The family needs to be a family . . . it is precious time, special time, and healing time. I knew I needed to find my way home and Kim trusted me as I have walked this path before. She and I took off and my kiddos sacrificed to come and get me half-way. Their dad sacrificed his Christmas time with them so I could make my way home. The last thing Kim said to me was write that "life is a gift" and as I reflect on the last 29 days, I believe that I have done just that. I have written about the little treasures in life that we find hidden in the minutes, seconds, hours, days, months, and years. And if tonight is the time when Sharon passes from this world into the arms of her Father God, I pray that her family remembers that life gave her the gift of every single one of them. Indeed, life is a gift, and a family that loves us gives us the beautiful gift of life.
Sheila
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Sarah Day 29
I'm sitting here right now writing this final post surrounded by my brother, sister-in-law, and my pops. We're reminiscing on stories of the past, and chatting about the future. Although all of the laughs are quite distracting while I write, I'm feeling very blessed. It has been a long and busy day, but it's never a bad day when your spending time with loved ones. That being said, my last post of blogging season is going to be short and sweet tonight.
I've learned a lot over the course of the last 29 days, but the main two things are to always have a plan and to write with love. Do you know what I know has been a struggle this year. We decided at the beginning that we weren't going to have a specific plan for the blog . . . we just wanted to write and see where the wind took us. I think that was where we first went wrong. The previous two years of our blog, we had a pretty concrete plan, which made it much easier and more enjoyable to write. The first year we had to do a random act of kindness, and the second year we needed to see a good deed being done. Going into every day and not knowing that there was something specific that had to be done, made it so much more difficult to write.
Due to our lack of plan, this blog has caused me quite a bit of stress on a daily basis. I thought we were headed in the right direction when we started to talk about what we learned in the day, but it never really felt like we got our footing. There are usually several things that I learn on a daily basis, but learning something that is blog worthy is the hard part. I wish I would've taken more time to just write what I want to write because I love to do it. This blog is meant to bring Mom and I joy, and if it brings other people joy too then that's a bonus. Unfortunately, we got caught-up in the number game and it affected our attitude. Lesson learned. Do what you love to do because you love it.
That being said, we have had a handful of people who have said several times that they look forward to reading what we write every day. That it's the first thing that they do in the morning, or the last thing that they do at night. That means more to us than you'll probably ever know. It seemed that when the number game brought us down, there was always one amazing compliment to bring us back to earth. I want to say THANK YOU to those of you who showed us that our beloved viewers are there! I have learned that large numbers do not matter as much as we thought they did. I only wish that I would have learned that much quicker. Blogging this year has been a blessing in disguise. Although we do not know if we will be back for Christmas next year, we will definitely continue blogging when the time feels right.
I hope you all had a very blessed holiday, and have a wonderful New Year! Next time you hear from me, I'll be a married woman!
Sarah















