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On Holy Ground

3/21/2013

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Last week, my husband,Bob, and I were visiting family and friends in So. California, and we decided to take some time to head down to the spot where our son, Kevin, was taken out of this world into Eternity; a surfspot called "Dogpatch" at San Onofre State Beach.

Bob and I have been to Dogpatch several times, before and since Kevin's death on January 10, 2002. This is a very special surfspot for locals who are "real" surfers (as our sons would say).


Each time we have made the trip down to re-visit the place where Kevin met Jesus, we have had various reactions and have come away affected somehow. We are always taken "back" to that day, when our beloved son didn't come home from surfing.

As we drive the 1 hour drive down Pacific Coast Highway, we approach the guard shack and Bob says "Our son died here 11 years ago, is it ok if we just drive down for a few minutes" and the guard(s) are always gracious and kind to say "of course - take your time."  The last few yards of the drive are always made in complete silence; Bob and I are always very quiet, as we prepare ourselves in our own way, for what we know will be an emotional time. As we come around the bend onto a dirt road, time seems to stand still and niether of us usually says a word, but this time Bob said "We are now on Holy Ground."  Tears welled up and I was touched that he was speaking what I was feeling - - we were on "holy ground" indeed.

We parked our car where Kevin always parked his truck; we had to take a few minutes to look around the setting, such a pristine, unusual spot that seems to us more appropriate someplace in Hawaii. Once we were ready, we walked the path where Kevin walked to his last paddle out, we stood at the shoreline and looked out into the vastness of the open ocean, and I was, as always, taken back to that cold and stormy January day, when our son paddled out through treacherous and pounding surf never to return to shore alive. Though I should know by now that I am going to be overwhelmed with sorrow, I often think that it will somehow be different, especially since it has been 11 years since Kevin died, but the same thing always happens - I can't breathe and I have to tell myself "Breathe. Just Breathe." And, I am also reminded that since Kevin died, no matter when we come back to this spot, it is always overcast and cold - an appropriate climate for what I always experience.

While we walked along the shore, Bob began searching for some "treasure" as Kevin always did. and he found 3 smooth, white stones. For him, the 3 stones represented our 3 sons - - Eric, David and Kevin - - pure, solid bravehearts gifted to us by a loving and gracious Heavenly Father. As he held the stones ever so tenderly in his hand, I could see the intense love and the intense pain that he was experiencing in that moment. As we stood in silence together, I thanked God that we have one another and that our relationship of more than 50 years has somehow been strengthened and solidified by the loss of our son. Kevin is responsible for so much good, while he was here on earth, and since he left us, the blessings of his life and his death have made us who we are and we are better people, because of him in so many ways. He is not the epicenter or centerpiece of our lives, but he made a difference in our family and in our relationship - he was our biggest fan and fanned the flame of our love and our family's love in a profound way with his presence and because of his death.

Watching a lone surfer in the water, I was overcome with a strong sense of pride - not a gloating kind of pride, but a heart-of-gratitude kind of pride that I was a  "SURFER MOM."  Though I have never been as comfortable in the water as Bob and our sons, I am nevertheless a part of their surfing experiences somehow, and I claimed my place at Dogpatch on this particular day; I realized that I belonged there, as much as Kevin did, because I am a part of him and he is a part of me - where he was, I was and where he is, I am, too. In that special place, on that "holy ground" though my heart ached, I affirmed once again that the loss of our son was always a part of our story and that once again I can boldy say that "I trust the One who writes our stories" because our story has no end because of Jesus, because of Easter! 

On this special day, I also felt that, if I reached out my hand in front of me, I could touch the edge of Eternity, the face of God and our son, Kevin. Because of Jesus, I know that Kevin lives!  Because of Jesus, I know that I will live forever and that we all have the hope and promise of Eternal Life - - all because of Jesus!

Every Easter, since I was 8 years old, God has faithfully gifted me with a renewing, life-changing experience that draws me closer to Him and to the "edge of eternity." Easter has always been my "new beginning" and once again God has been faithful to be present to me, calling me away from the tomb, living closer to the edge of Eternity. He is Risen!  He is Risen!  He is Risen INDEED! Everywhere we stand is "holy ground" because HE LIVES and is ever present to us.

May this be a special Easter Season for you and for your family, and may the love and peace of God place you in places and relationships where you, too, realize that you are standing on "HOLY GROUND!"  
With Love and Blessings Always, AnG

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"Put Through the Ringer" 

3/4/2013

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“Why did I do it?” I shake my head, as I realize it happened again. What happened again? I put myself through the ringer of grief and what set me off was just a movie; a movie to finish off the weekend that focused on angels who had to resolve some things from when they were alive on Earth. 

Remembering that I had seen this movie before, I thought it would be ok to watch it again. Boy, was I wrong! I had no idea the heartache that would follow when I went off to bed. Sleeping just was not in the works, as my mind couldn’t let go of the reality of losing my daughter Erica on a Wednesday in November of 2008. 

Though I know from God's Word that my daughter is not an actual angel, I often think of her that way and I imagine her flying down from Heaven to comfort me. I imagine her big, beautiful smile and her wrapping her arms around her broken Momma. “God, if I beg enough will you let her come to me in my dreams? Please, God, I need to feel her presence, spend some time between here and there with her, is that possible somehow?"  I also wonder, if Erica knows how hard her Momma is struggling with her death and the daily grief that I endure, though I really don’t want her to know. I want her to be happy in Heaven. I wouldn’t want her to see me like this. 

So many thoughts kept zooming through my head the night I watched that movie about angels, and I couldn’t stop or control the thoughts. The thought that troubled me the most was based in the fear that I may never be able to revisit the day of the "crash" (as I call it) without feeling like my mind, heart and soul will explode right out of my body. 

Whenever I try to “go there,” to the day of the “crash,”  I realize I’m not ready. At the time I am writing this, it has been 4 years, 2 months and 7 days since Erica died at the hands of a woman who was on her cell phone while driving an SUV. I think of that day as the day of the “crash,” because my world came crashing in on me. 
I often wonder when will the grieving end? When will I stop having these moments of pain that are unbearable? 

After 2 hours of sleeplessness and deep sorrow, I had soaked my pillow with my tears and quiet sobbings, and 
I became very much aware that I was holding back the sobbing - swallowing it,  so that I wouldn’t wake my husband who was sleeping right next to me. I didn’t want to wake my husband and have him see me like this;
I was broken, shredded, a mess. There have been many times that I’ve let my husband console and comfort me, but that night just wasn’t one of those times.The tears stung, as they rolled down my face, and 
I thought of how grief stings like a million bees stinging all at once. I also felt like I was barely breathing and I had to concentrate on letting the air come and go. “I have to breathe," I told myself. "Just breath!” 

Realizing that I wasn’t going to sleep, I asked God to help me, because I honestly felt like I was going to “lose it!” Though, I knew from experience over the past 4 years since Erica's death that the intensity of the grief wouldn’t last and eventually I would go to sleep, I also knew that I needed to hear from the Lord that night and that He wanted to speak into my heart through the pain. I knew that He was with me in this “valley of the shadow of death” and that He would carry me and help me to make it through the night. At one point, I knew He was saying to me, “Fear not my child, I will never put you through anything that you cannot bear. Though you may be in the valley of the shadow of death, fear not for I am with you.” 

Knowing that intense grief like this will happen again, my heart will ache for my daughter and my wounds will again be exposed and laid open before God, I also know that God will sit with me in my grief and be my loving Father who will spend the night with me and help me get through the darkness.  

I am sharing my dark night experience and heartache with you, because I know that there are so many other “moms like me” who bear the same sorrow I bear, and perhaps by sharing something of my "dark night" this will somehow help me continue to move through my grief and keep aware that I, like you, am not alone in the dark. 

What a blessing it is to know that there are  others who truly understand the sorrow that I must live with and who will also experience the presence of God in their dark moments. We are blessed to have a God who draws close to us in our sorrow and despair, and that we have Him and one another to share something of the sorrow in the night and the blessings that come “in the morning!”  As God promises us  " . . .weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning." -Psalm 30:5

With Love and Hope,
Shelley Forney, “a mom like you”
Erica Leanne’s Momma
Associate Director, Mothers Like Me Comfort Ministry 





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