I met
Maya today, and although I am glad I got the chance to talk to her in real life (her voice is so not what I expected!), I wish that we didn't have this chance. I wish that because we met at little
Maddie Spohr's service.
I won't comment much about the service itself, because it isn't my story to tell, other than to say that
Heather,
Mike, and their families are truly inspiring people. The service itself was beautiful, and the love that they have for their wonderful little girl is evident by the celebration of her life I witnessed today.
But, while I was there, amid my tears (oh boy, were there tears), I started to get very, very angry. At first, I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason behind the bubbling rage I was feeling. It wasn't directed at anything before me; there was nothing but love in the church today. Until it hit me that all of this was just incredibly unfair.
I am angry at the unfairness in this world. Children should not get sick; children most certainly shouldn't die!
I am angry because as little as a year ago, it very well could have been me sitting in Heather's place.
I am angry because at that time I thought that it WAS going to be me sitting in the front pew of a church at any moment.
I am angry because there came a point during the very dark days when I expected my son to die.
And these thoughts, which I had tried to bury deep in the recesses of my mind, hit me with full force today.
Afterward, I felt guilty, as if having these feelings somehow took away from the celebration before me in that church--because the people who
could have and probably
should have felt the anger and rage didn't seem to. Instead they choose to focus on the gifts their daughter brought to them rather than be angry that she was taken from them much too soon. What a beautiful way to live, to focus on the gifts.
With that realization, another small chunk of the past fell away. Another piece of the pain and heartache I carry from those days lifted. My wounded heart healed a little bit more. Another paradigm shift happened for me in that church. Focus on the gifts I have in my life...
I'm getting there, I think. I will get to the point where these feelings are released completely.
If Maddie's parents can do it, then surely I will be able to do it, too.