Monday, May 2, 2016

Missing Maren

I'm having a rough morning. When I woke up, I thought, Two weeks ago at this time I was calling my mom and announcing, "You have a granddaughter! She's alive and she's beautiful!" But two short weeks later, here I am with empty arms. It seems like yesterday. It seems like a lifetime ago. People tell me it will get easier with time, and one day she won't be my first thought when I wake up in the morning.

As Maren was dying, I had a memory of a made-for-TV movie I watched when I was a kid. It was called Alex: The Life of a Child and was the true story of a little girl with Cystic Fibrosis. Craig T. Nelson from Coach played her dad, and the scene I remembered showed little Alex requesting root beer as she was dying. Of course there was none in the house, so her dad drove like a maniac to the closest store, then rushed home with it. She took a small sip, said, "Thank you, Daddy," and then died.

I remembered this because at one point I thought sweet Maren felt cold, so I asked Kevin to go and get her little hat. He did, and as he walked back toward us with it, he breathed warm air into it so it would be warm when he put it on her tiny head. For the rest of my life, I will remember that tender gesture. He was such a good daddy to her in the short time we had.

And as I think about those acts of love performed by earthy daddies for their little girls, I can't help but be thankful, because I know the love of earthly fathers is just a shadow of the love our Heavenly Father has for us. I know Maren has been shown even greater love in heaven since leaving us here on earth.

But I also have to remember he's not just Maren's Heavenly Father; he's my Heavenly Father, too. Through all of this, he's been beside me, arms wrapped around me, crying with me.

The sad truth about miracles is that they're like everything else in life -- once you've experienced one, you want more. After those three days, I wanted three more, and had I gotten three more, I would have wanted another three. I miss my girl. I try to focus on how wonderful those three days were. I try to remember I'll see her again. But right now, the hurt is what's bubbling to the top.

4 comments:

  1. Dear Tiffany, you are so good at expressing your feelings, and my heart hurts with you, with each word you write! The loss of a child has got to be the hardest hurt to get over, so give yourself lots of time. And keep expressing your feelings! Those of us who love you, and there are lots of us, keep you in our thoughts & prayers for comfort & peace! And hug James all the harder, and thanks to Jesus for helping you through all of this! Hugs & prayers to you & Kevin! Darcy & Bill

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  2. Tears as I read this Tiffany. My heart breaks for you and yet I see so much strength from Him that comforts me. I'm so grateful you have our heavenly Father to carry you right now. He's the ultimate comforter. I am continuing to lift you to Him.

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  3. I'm sorry you didn't have an abundance of days with your sweet baby girl. Sending you love and prayers and support as you walk this journey of grief.

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  4. I'm sorry you didn't have an abundance of days with your sweet baby girl.
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