Start By Showing Up

Yesterday was the sixth anniversary of Dominic running ahead to Heaven. I spent a portion of the day thinking about all the people who ministered to our family in those first days and weeks.

What a difference they made!

When our hearts were full of sorrow, they helped us bear the burden. When we couldn’t think straight and make important decisions they came alongside and guided us through. When the dark closed in around us, they held our hands and held a light.

If you want to know what to do when someone you love is thrust into a life they didn’t choose, show up.

You don’t have to be perfect, you just have to be present.

This weekend another family joined the ranks of the bereaved. 

A beloved son left for heaven in a car accident.

The mama’s best friend messaged to ask what she could do to help this newly broken heart.

Read the rest here:

Author: Melanie

I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.

One thought on “Start By Showing Up”

  1. This article. Maybe because it is 3:25am. Monday following Easter. This.past.week. Isolation is awful. I opened my dresser drawer looking for a top to wear. I picked up Drew’s shirt. It’s been three and a half years. I smelled it. Nothing. Put it back and closed the drawer. My sobbing has thoroughly awakened me. All those memories you mentioned. Drew’s shirt. And now a song on TV. “The Father My Son and the Holy Ghost.” Suddenly I don’t like the dark. Once again. I can’t go back to sleep. I know we will see our Savior and our sons. Soon doesn’t sound or feel soon enough. God will heal our hearts in eternity. That sounds a long time away. I don’t know why I woke up. Or read the article. Or turned in TV and heard that father sing his song. But. With God there are no coincidences. Nancy.

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