A year ago my cousin lost his beautiful wife, Megan, to preeclampsia and HELLP syndrome. It seems so foreign and unreal that in this day in age, with these medical advancements, that these things can even happen. I have thought so many times over the last year that this simply cannot be real. How can it be real? These things just don't happen. This motherly life was supposed to bring the greatest joy to their little family. This tragic death brought the greatest pain that a parent and a spouse could ever know.
In the midst of this bone-crushing pain was a perfect little girl, born 5 weeks prematurely but so proportional, so strong, so beautiful, laying in an isolette next to a so-broken daddy who never looked to have so much love in his whole life but utterly torn all at the same time.
This past year has grown a child from needing the support of machines into a walking, jabbering, giggling, smiling little girl. It has also seen a man at the absolutely lowest breaking point to a man with the strength that would seem otherwise unattainable.
I've thought so much about Megan's mom and how the last time she spent with her dear daughter was last Mother's Day and how that must just tear her heart and prayed that she can find joy in today so tragedy won't forever overshadow her joy of being a mom. I've thought about her dad, her sisters, her brother, her nieces, nephews and friends. I've mostly thought about my cousin, Travis, and how he has managed to get through this year with such grace and composure, putting everything he has into being the best dad he can be.
I pray that you all have the strength and peace to get through this day, little Annaleigh's birthday, Meg and Trav's anniversary and Megan's birthday that are all so close together. May you find a way to rejoice in the time you had and share more fun and laughter than tears. Bless you all!
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