We had just celebrated our second anniversary when we lost Michael, my brother-in-law.
Marriage isn’t always smooth sailing, but ours was good and God provided and we were growing.
And then such a loss. Grief marked each and every day.
We just celebrated our fourth anniversary. And this weekend marks two years since losing Michael.
Half of our marriage has been marked by grief more than any other emotion — sadness more than happiness, pain more than joy.
And next year, it will be more than half. The percentage will grow with each passing year until we will have been married enduring the “after” Michael’s passing as compared to the happiness “before”.
I hope and pray that with each passing year while the longing doesn’t end, the pain will fade. The heartache will ease. Someday, maybe life will be marked by more good days than bad. By more joy than mourning.
It seems to be happening already, in fits and starts. But the reality of loss always comes crashing back into our life.
Sometimes I want to scream at God that it’s not fair. I didn’t sign up for this. This isn’t what life — marriage — was supposed to look like. I never agreed to this!
But the pain isn’t given at the hand of God, the comfort, the peace, the joy — those are the gifts of God.
We live in a broken world.
I’m ready for it to be healed. Yet it isn’t time yet. I long for it, but I wait.
I’m older than Michael now. 28. He was 27.
It’s a strange feeling, because he was a year older than me and now I am a year older than him.
Michael came into the world during Hurricane Gloria, and he left us amid Hurricane Sandy.
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. – 1 Kings 19:11-12
The Lord isn’t in the storm, He is the still, small voice speaking comfort and peace.