Every Year: A Series of “Lasts”

One of the things even the most uninformed person understands about loss is that the first birthday, the first Thanksgiving, the first Christmas and all the “firsts” after loss will be hard.

But one of the things no one tells you about is that a heart will mark the “lasts” just as much.

The last time I saw him.

The last time I spoke to him.

The last time I hugged his neck and smelled the unique fragrance that was my son.

Read the rest here: A Whole Series of “Lasts”

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 “Every Year: A Series of “Lasts””

  1. We work so hard to prepare for the firsts. But today’s post…

    The lasts. Oh how this resonates. I last hugged my Rae of Sunshine April 25, 2018. We had spent the week together in Jackson Hole. She was a seasonal worker trying to make it there permanently, she loved the Tetons so much. Our last drives together just enjoying the scenery together, the last time she would play dj for me, the last meals together. The last time she would “borrow” my perfume. I drove away thinking of the retreat coming up that weekend, never thinking my beautiful girl would end her life. Never suspecting that was even something I needed to be concerned about. Do I miss her? Every. Single. Day. Her very own scent. Her joyous laughter. The pictures that she would take that showed me God’s world through a different lens. I cling with hope to the promises of a faithful Father. One day, there will be a reunion, and no more tears or separation.

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