This holiday season will be very different for my family.
Last year at this time, we were looking forward with great gladness to adding a new little girl to the two grandboys who already brought laughter and joy to our lives.
Holly arrived early-December 21st-but was doing well when we gathered around the Christmas tree, bleary-eyed, coffee in hand, to watch the boys tear through wrapping paper and squeal with delight.
Less than twenty-four hours later, Holly was life flighted to Dallas Children’s Hospital and everything had changed. By January fourth, she had joined Dominic in the presence of Jesus.
Christmas was already a bit of a tricky season for us because my daughter’s birthday is on the eighteenth. When she was young, I tried hard to disentangle her special day from the tinsel and lights of yuletide celebrations.
After Dominic ran ahead to Heaven, it became a reminder of the once unbroken family circle and the increasing distance between old memories and making new ones. Like other child loss and sibling loss survivors, we had to find a way to navigate this hap-hap-happy time when our hearts weren’t always in it.
Now we have deep sorrow woven directly into our Christmas season.
And once again, I’m reminded that life adds layers to loss.
No matter how much we may want it to stop, the world keeps turning. Days turn to weeks turn to years and each moment has the potential to scribe joy or pain across our hearts.
This year is going to be very, very different from any of the sixty-two I’ve lived through before. I’ll be sitting next to a son who not only said a too-soon “good-bye” to his brother but also was granted a tragically brief few days with his own beloved daughter.
My daughter-in-law joins me as a bereaved mother.
Their children join mine as bereaved siblings.
I’m not entirely sure how or even if we will celebrate beyond providing gifts for the youngsters.
I’m back at ground zero.
But what I know now that I didn’t know THEN-the first year after Dom left us-it this: We will survive.
Life doesn’t only add layers of loss.
It also adds layers of joy and moments of gladness.
This year will be hard but not every year will be AS hard.
So if you, like me, are bearing up under a fresh load of sadness, don’t give up.
Hold on.
I’m praying for both of us.













