Predicting the Future

I feel like I’m living in a crystal ball and have the ability to predict the future. That’s because I’m thinking about last year at this time and know what happened next.

On this date, October 20, Nate was two weeks from his death on November 3. We all knew the situation was severe, but none of us knew the end would come so soon.

I’ve been reading last year’s blogs, and today we were signing Hospice papers, including the most emotional one, a living will. Our children demonstrated great strength that day when I was feeling weak, stepping forward to sign as witnesses beneath their father’s signature on the document. Could there be any more difficult task in the life of a child?

As I’ve been remembering, I’ve also looked at the giant wall calendar from 2009 on which we jotted notes about each day, kept track of Nate’s appointments and recorded the names of visitors. Surprisingly, in examining the negatives, several striking positives have emerged:

1. First of all, as we’ve read our words, new waves of appreciation for Nate have washed over all of us. That’s definitely a positive. Once someone is gone, all petty grievances disappear. It becomes easy to focus on the good, and all of us are wholeheartedly thankful for Nate, without the slightest reservation.

2. The second positive result of looking back has been a giant-sized gratitude toward God, who repeatedly pulled us out of a sea of sadness and set our feet on solid ground. When everything around us was stormy, the Lord kept us calm, and that included Nate. He showed his involvement daily and kept every scriptural promise. He didn’t stop the cancer, but he held us close throughout the ordeal, and does so still.

3. A third positive is becoming aware of the progress we’ve all made. Today we’re all veterans of grief. It’s hard work, it lasts a long time, and it involves plenty of tears. But during the past 12 months each of us has increased in our understanding of what it’s like to mourn someone we love. We’ve also learned that the process includes times of well-being and peace, side-by-side with the sorrow.

4. Because of our experience in losing Nate, all of us can commiserate with others who’ve lost their husband and father, which is positive number four. We can say, “I know how you feel” and mean it. We can offer a shoulder to cry on and experience genuine sympathy for a hurting friend.

5. A year ago, our days were packed with problems, losses and emergencies. We had no time to process what was going on or think too deeply about it. The demands of each day called for putting one foot in front of the other and getting through “just barely.” Now, though, as life has regained routine, we have the time to ponder what really happened, an important positive. Putting events into slow motion to absorb their full impact is helpful.

6. And one last positive is our stronger focus on eternity. Part of last year’s October 20th post was the detailing of a new strategy: we decided that day to start talking about heaven. I wrote, “The time has come to shine a spotlight on his brightest hope.”

It’s true none of us lives in a crystal ball, but because we know the Lord, we can accurately predict that our separation from Nate is only temporary. The future sees us together again in heaven, and focusing on that is positive indeed.

”I give [my sheep] eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand.” (John 10:28)

One Year Ago: Part IV (… continued from yesterday)

It was either my pinched face or the audible sob that woke me from my dream about Nate. It had been so real I’d had trouble moving away from his dream-hug to the reality of being alone on a single mattress in Hans and Katy’s living room.

If we wake from a heart-pounding nightmare, comfort comes in thinking, “Whew! It was only a dream!”

This time, though, despite the mystery of Nate’s neutral response to me, I wanted to stay in it. Everything about my racing emotions believed I’d actually been in the same room with him.

Trying to savor the warmth of what felt like a supernatural embrace, I lay still for a long time. And because the clock read 3:21 AM, I knew I could go back to sleep and was hoping to re-enter the dream as successfully as Lucy re-entered Narnia. If I had more time, surely I could convince Nate to stay with me rather than turn and walk out that door. But of course my half-awake, half-asleep brain was tricking me.

The next thing I knew, 20 month old Nicholas was tugging on my blankets, encouraging me to get on my feet. It was morning, and Nate was gone.

All that day I thought about the dream in an effort to keep it alive. On the surface its meaning seemed obvious: (1) The crowd of people represented those who’ve gone ahead of us to be with the Lord, or in the case of Katy’s parents, those who eventually will do so; (2) My inability to secure Nate’s exclusive attention was the result of knowing marriage is non-existent in heaven. We’ll all be one big family, children of God and siblings of Jesus; (3) Nate’s serene appearance represented the perfect peace of our glorified existence.

That analysis may be accurate, but another version is that I simply miss my husband.

Widow friends tell me life will continue to be full of significant relationships and happy gatherings, but it’ll never be quite as good, because the “husband of my youth” will not be with me.

Six days later, I’m still pondering the dream, wondering if I ought to be learning something from it. I think back to the room full of people and wonder, “Was Jesus in that crowd?” If he was, I didn’t see him. As a matter of fact, my human longing for Nate was so strong, it hadn’t crossed my dreaming-mind to seek the Lord in that multitude. I was only and all about seeking Nate.

The significant meaning of the dream, I’ve come to realize, is that during times of sorrow over missing my husband, I ought to look away from him and look for Jesus instead. During these days of going back one year, I’ve been impacted by how dramatically present the Lord was throughout Nate’s six weeks of cancer and the months that followed.

So if I’ve learned anything through my dream, it’s that hanging onto a departed Nate will never be as satisfying as clinging to my still-present God.

“Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. Remember the wonders he has done.” (Psalm 105:4-5a)

One Year Ago: Part III

While in England, in high gear with three little ones and their parents, I continued to re-read my blog posts from last year at this time. Each night on my living room mattress I allowed myself a few minutes of quiet time to travel back to those difficult days, hoping in some way to participate again in Nate’s life. Last fall our whole family was pacing together toward the sad conclusion, and reading the details was hard.  Nevertheless, going over each date’s entry felt like visiting with him, despite the distressing nature of the posts.

And because he was the last one on my mind as I drifted into sleep, it was inevitable I’d eventually dream about him.

The dream I had last week was emotionally stressful, the kind that caused a pounding heart and made me wonder whether or not it was really happening. In the dream, I was part of a crowd of people milling about in a room full of conversation and laughter. Both of Katy’s parents were there, which made me wish Nate was there, too.

And then suddenly he was!

Busy greeting friends with his familiar handshake, he didn’t see me in the crowd. I frantically pushed my way through the mob to get to him, and when I finally planted myself directly in front of him, he smiled and responded with a hug. It felt warm and familiar, although something strange was also going on. Others in the room seemed to have as much claim on him as I did, to the point that I was bumped to the side and eventually swept up in the crowd while it swirled around him.

Stumbling backwards, I lost sight of Nate and suffered a terrible sense of emptiness while my eyes darted back and forth, craving more contact with him. Eventually I spotted him again, but he was heading for the door, so I ran after him shouting, “Nate! Wait up! Please!”

He turned and smiled at me, not an excited or eager smile but the same peaceful expression he’d shown me before. I ran over and threw my arms around him, holding on with all my strength, determined not to let go this time. As he hugged me back, I felt an intense warmth flow through me, almost like an electric blanket, and was aware it was something unusual, maybe even supernatural.

But then he let go. When I continued to cling tightly, he didn’t re-hug but patted me on the back instead, like a parent pats a child who’s been hurt and is crying. Although he didn’t speak in the dream, somehow I got his clear message,  “It’ll be OK. You’ll see.” But just like a wounded child not yet ready to receive comfort, I continued to be upset, breaking into tears.

(… to be continued)

“He has not despised or disdained the suffering of the afflicted one; He has not hidden His face from [her] but has listened to [her] cry for help.” (Psalm 22:24)