Our last Christmas with Joey, 2007
This is the fifth Christmas since my son went to Heaven. It doesn't seem possible. I still miss him every day, and long for him to be here with us as we celebrate our family traditions. His loss is still a knife in my heart. I make myself go through the process now, but there is a gaping void where he used to be.
After he grew up and left home, he was always the surprise package on Christmas eve. Joey would tell us he couldn't come home for some credible reason, and then he and his dad would secretly set up plane tickets. On Christmas eve, my dear husband would think up some excuse to leave the house, make a quick jaunt to the airport to pick up Joey, and Voila! Surprise! there he would be on my doorstep. I miss the big arrival scenes, the joyous laughter, the big wrap-around hug, and the adventurous stories of how he got there after all.
Joey, apres-ski relaxing
When Joey was home, it was as if the lights went on. He was a charmer, that boy of mine, and an entertainer, a comedian and an agent of good will-- a happiness bringer. He was attuned, aware, alive, and a giver. He was something special and wonderful. And we all knew it.
We ruled the world then. Everything was good. We thought life was manageable and in our control. We thought it would be an endless stream of successes, happy vacations and surprise parties. We had not met crushing loss then, nor deep unremitting sorrow; nor had we known the heavy darkness of night weighing down on us, making it difficult to breathe.
It was the world "before", and now we live in the world "after". Perhaps we were lucky to have such a shallow view of suffering, but I am pretty sure we were not better people for it. Are we better now? I hope so, and wish it to be so, but I will not guarantee it. We are still a work in progress.
2012 has been the most difficult year for us since 2008. Just when we thought we were getting steady in our boat, we have been hit by wave upon wave of loss and disappointment this year. And with it, the attendant discouragement, frustration, stress, powerlessness, and struggle. We have wrestled with stubborn circumstances far beyond our ability to control or influence. And we seem to be our same old weak, frail, human selves, and not the exemplary overcomers we wish to be. Alas.
In our quest to redeem suffering, to be wiser than before, to be beyond weakness, we find ourselves still very much in need of a Savior. But the good news is: He is there. Our "Beautiful Savior, King of Creation. Son of God and Son of man" is there. Arms open wide, gracious, reassuring, strong where we are weak.
Our hope at Joey's death, and our hope in this year of great travail, continues to be our Beautiful Savior. Though we cannot bring back our son, and we cannot bring back the "before", and we cannot control our circumstances, or others or even ourselves at times, He can and will do it all.
He is our Hope. Our Christmas wish to you is to find the same hope we have found in our Beautiful Savior.
Romans 8:37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[k] neither the present nor the future,nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
So beautiful. You have such a way with words.
I am finding Christmas 5 to be the worst. I miss many of the same kinds of things that you do, and then to have had to deal with breast cancer and its aftermath . . . Not a very big deal in the grand scheme of these years, but still something not good.
I've realized this morning that every Christmas I have subconsciously thought, "Surely we never, ever (;)) have to live through another one of these" -- and here it is, another one. I wish I could belt it out like Taylor Swift does.
Thanks for the vivid descriptions and hilarious stories about Joey. They make me smile and cry at the same time. Miss him terribly! I am so thankful for the 28 years we had with him, but what wouldn't I give for just one more Christmas with my bro. I love you, Mama... You are amazing! xxJoAnne
Beautiful, tearful, so true. Where would we be without our Savior?
So here you are pouring out your utmost thoughts of your life. The truest thought of your beautiful son. I so relate with you and can only feel the pain you are feeling. I hope you know how much it touches me.
Thank you for this posting. You have spoken your heart, and in doing so, also have spoken mine. I needed to read this today. You have been on my mind a lot this week.
Your son was pure gift; I wish I could have met him. Because of God's great love, given to us in His Son, I have the hope to do so someday. Sending much love to you.
I'm so numb lately and that's not good for anyone. That' what hurt does on this world. We sure go through a powerful amount of it. I find myself wishing to be with our loved ones on heaven. Your son lived a life of joy and we should all be reminded of that too....he did that well. Everyone wanted to be around him and like him. I shall strive to do that. Everyone wanted to be around Jesus too and we're supped to be like Him also. I think this is a good lesson. Love you Karen...holding your heart in mine....Anna
Amen, Karen. So beautifully and graciously said as is your way.
Thanks and love!
Beautiful post Karen! Thank you for being so real in the face of great pain and sadness. May the Light of Christ continue to light your path as you walk, ever holding His hand!
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I love your stories of my bestest friend. I forgot about this plane story. More than anyone I ever knew, Joe could make a gathering fun and full of laughs. I miss him a ton. I can't believe its been 5 years. Love, Kev
Can't believe I had not seen this post before now. I loved each and every work, spoken from a mom, spoken from someone that misses her child so much. I love yu Karen Johnson, xoxo Sharon
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