Celebrating the Good Things

Our family’s experience was a bit unusual though hardly unique.

In the two months after Dominic ran ahead to Heaven we had Easter, two graduations, a wedding, Mother’s Day and his birthday.

So we were thrust right into the uncomfortable whirlwind of celebration and mourning from the start.

I remember having to dig deep to let the happy come out through the muck and mire of sorrow.

But even then, it was there.

Six years later and it’s much easier to let laughter loose and produce a genuine smile for those Kodak camera moments.

Six years later there are a heap of things to be happy about not the least of which is the addition of this little fella to the family circle.

From frightening beginnings to a first birthday full of love, laughter, food and fun my grandson has come a long, long way.

A couple of days ago was the one year anniversary of his coming home from NICU-what a glorious day when he made that trip safely and slept the first night in his crib next to his parents’ bed!

I am still in awe of how this story (that could have had a much different ending) has a beautiful one.

Last night his dad FaceTimed us and we got to see our little Captain cutting up, laughing, taking a few tentative steps, reacting to our voices and generally having a great time.

It’s balm to my soul.

It doesn’t fill the space where Dominic should be but it has enlarged my heart once again.

If you are wondering if you will ever feel joy or gladness again, hang on.

Celebrate the good things even when it’s hard.

It’s not treason to let love and laughter back in.

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.

3 thoughts on “Celebrating the Good Things”

  1. That first few months after my son John left us were so very hard. He passed in Sept. He was buried on what would have been mine & his Dads anniversary( he passed 18 yrs prior). My sons birthday was in Oct, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas. I was reeling in wave after wave. The grief knife cutting deeper every event. My daughter had her first baby in April. It was so bittersweet. I left the hospital room, sat in my truck & bawled my eyes out that she would never know her Uncle John. He would’ve loved her so very much & spoiled her rotten! Low & behold- at about 6 months old, she favored him immensely.
    When nothing seemed to cut through my grief & touch joy in my heart, that baby girl did. Not surprisingly, she is drawn to pictures of him & will find one to catch her attention, even carrying one around. At home, at my house, at my moms. She seems to know him. We say they visited & played as they passed leaving earth & coming.

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