Sunday, August 18, 2013
Holding On Tight
Maybe you've heard my story about my father and I won't keep you stuck here reading the details...but the short version is he was already sick when I was born, then was diagnosed as terminal by the time I was in highschool, and he passed away right after teaching me to drive a car. He didn't care about things like new clothes, fancy haircuts, or becoming famous. The things he prayed for were simple: He wanted to see his little girl graduate, he wanted to walk me down the aisle, and he wanted to hold his grandchildren. Unfortunately, none of those things came true for him. His will to live was so great that despite the pain he put on a smile and fought for just one more breath.
Maybe that's why suicide doesn't make sense to me. I understand sorrow and being lonely. After my dad died I even contemplated suicide because I desperately wanted to be in heaven with him. However, now I have my own children and my dreams mirror my fathers: I want to see my children graduate, I want to help my daughter pick out a wedding dress, I want to see my son beaming with pride when a girl says yes to going to prom with him (that's assuming he falls out of love with me - but he's 5...hey, we've got time), and I want to hold my grandchildren.
I was cleaning the house the other day and the song How do You get that Lonely came on the radio (see lyrics above) and that really sums it up for me. How do you become so lonely that you you take your own life when there are others that are holding on so tight? I'm not judging - I just really don't understand. My wish for those who are lonely is simply that someone would notice your pain and give you a hug and that you would find something worth holding onto. This afternoon I watched a movie on television about a woman who lost her husband to war and I held both children in my arms and sobbed - we talked about how mommy wouldn't know what to do if she lost one of her babies or daddy and then we talked about how sad it was to lose my own daddy. My 5 year old son wrapped his arms around me and said "shhh mommy, it's going to be okay, I'll be careful" and you know what? I hope if he is ever lonely that I notice and can do the same for him...because the thought of something happening to someone I love is incredibly painful, but the thought that they would give up instead of holding on tight is an even greater pain...one that I hope we never have to face.
May your paths be abundantly filled with lemons, sugar, sunshine, and plenty of people to hold onto and who will hold you up!