Our Sad Anniversary…#8

It’s been eight years tonight at midnight when we received “that call” from our daughter telling us our son had died from a self-inflicted wound to the head. It was the  most physical and emotional pain imaginable. Nothing can compare. I shudder at the memory. No longer in shock, we still sit here in disbelief that our son will not be calling us anymore. He will not be his silly awesome self that everyone loved. He can’t visit us anymore. He is gone from us and we feel that loss every single day. Some days are worse than others… like today.

Natalie, Brandon’s daughter, said to me while in tears yesterday, “He left an imprint on my heart and now it’s empty.” Natalie is going to be eighteen next month. She was nine when Brandon passed from this life into the arms of Jesus. A laughing, smiling, happy, child changed overnight into a sulking angry child who can’t understand this devastating loss. None of us can. He was ripped from all of us for whatever reason and we have to get on with life in the midst of this unending grief.

We have a strong faith in God and know that we are going to see Brandon again one day when we pass from this life into the next. It should be enough but in this flesh it is still the missing, the sorrow, the constant realization that someone is not here anymore, someone we love beyond description that keeps us longing for our child…Natalie’s father,  our daughters’ brother, uncle…friend. I compare it to something like the thorn in the Apostle Paul’s side. We will have it with us always. The healing will come on the other side of here. We are humbled by our loss. Through our faith our weakness is made strong through Christ  Jesus.

When we are open to His loving ways of comforting us, God does give us peace of heart. I think He is comforting us even when we don’t expect it. It is almost as indescribable as the suffering  we have felt from our loss. I lack the adequate expression that conveys all of these emotions that ebb and flow during our life since Brandon’s passing. On some days I am able to endure  and move through the day with emotional ease. On others, well, I stay focused on the past. I long for all that was my son. He was a “force of nature.” Truly, I have not made him the perfect child just because he has passed. No, but I remember all that was good, all that people loved in him; his humor, his compassion, kindness, strength, his creativity, determination, friendship, love, and spirituality. What a gift to all who knew him. We have been blessed to be his mother and father. This quote from William Wordsworth has been my motto since first I discovered it;

I loved the boy with the utmost love of which my soul is capable, and he is taken from me. Yet in the agony of my spirit in surrendering such a treasure, I feel a thousand times richer than if I had never possessed it.”                        William Wordsworth, 1812

We all live, love and lose…we know that both sorrow and happiness can co-exist within ourselves. It is the nature of our existence. God’s plan is so much more than we can know this side of Heaven.

1 Corinthians 13:12 KJV – For now we see through a glass, darkly …

“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”
Now, I try to focus on the day that is promised to us, the day of joyous reunion. My heart goes out for other parents who have lost a child and have given up on hope. It shouldn’t be. God loves us too much not to want us with Him forever. Each of us were made for God. I accept His gift of grace through Christ Jesus the Son. It is not that hard to do.
Thank you, dear Father, for allowing us to be the parents of Brandon. He was and is our forever love. Although, we do know that relationships are restored in Heaven, we also know they change in Heaven to the perfection that was intended. We are so eager for that time…some day.cropped-0452.jpg





  1. Thinking of you this evening. How well I know how it feels when that day comes each year.

    Thank God for grace that is sufficient. Thank God for his promises yet to be fulfilled.



  2. So true, Dale. Love and loss/ faith and sorrow… all mixed up…just when we need to have the ability to think things through with clarity and understanding. Sometimes there’s just no possible understanding in this life of mortal limitations…and “that’s” when the real definition of “Trust” (in God) needs to kick in, in my humble opinion.


  3. I was nervous to open this post the other day because selfishly I didn’t want to feel sad. Please forgive me for being such a coward. I should have realised that with the sadness comes faith and you always manage to somehow write in an uplifting way. I salute you.


    • Thank you for your honesty, Jules. 8 years ago I wouldn’t have been able to see the light as I do now. I am certain this is how it is for most people after the initial shock of tragedy. I am so very glad that God continues to lift me out of such a dark place that sometimes still visits me. It does my heart good to know my post has touched you in a positive way. I don’t want you to be sad. Ever. Love and hugs.

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