Sunday, February 9, 2014

Pitter Patter Little Feet

When we bought our new house back in November, one of the things I knew I would someday hear would be the sound of running all across the upstairs as Caden had friends over to play. Well, it hasn't taken long. Our neighbor's grandson and Caden have become friends and when "T" is visiting, there is the constant sound of running throughout the house. Forget the pitter patter of little feet. This is the sound of full-out running little boy feet. Upstairs. Downstairs. Inside. Outside. Upstairs. Downstairs. Inside. Outside. Over and over it repeats.

Mostly, I smile as it happens. I've had a few moments where the sound is hard to handle, but only because I am once again reminded that I should have been hearing that sound every single day. Caleb and Caden should have been doing that together for a couple years now.

I never fully realize the extent of how much Caden is missing his brother until his friend has to leave at the end of the day, and Caden begins to cry. He says he's afraid he will never see his friend again and won't have anyone to play with any longer since Caleb is gone, too. It's hard to get him to understand that "T" will come back again another day. It may be a while, but he will come back.

And, when he does, the pitter patter pounding of little feet will begin anew. 

We still miss Caleb every moment of every day. He is always in our hearts, always in our thoughts, and is loved today, tomorrow, in ALL ways to infinity and beyond.

Angel, Richard & Caden

Tuesday, February 4, 2014


When we were at our bereavement camp at Camp Sol in October 2013, Caden decided he wanted to learn how to scrapbook and have his very own scrapbook. So, we picked him out one and brought it home with us. Now that we've gotten settled into the house, I'm starting to teach Caden to scrapbook. I told him the hardest two parts of scrapping are picking the pictures to scrap and the paper to put them on. We start looking though some extra shots I had made of Caleb fighting Darth Vader for him to start with.

As he's looking at the pictures, he says, "Mom, when I die am I going to be in the hospital and will Darth Vader come to fight me?"

I have so very mixed emotions about that. I'm glad that he remembers his brother, but I'm also sad about some of the things he remembers and how it impacts his life. He seems obsessed with death and dying lately. That's a difficult thing for me to grasp. I understand that as Caden grows older, his understanding of death will change, as will his grief, but that doesn't help in the here and now, when I don't know how to answer his questions. I don't even remember how I answered that question.

The hardest one was a couple days ago. I'm driving him to preschool, and he says, "Mom, will you miss me when I die next year?"

I'm not even sure how to describe the range of emotions I went through in a split second before answering him with "Honey, I will miss you very much when you die, but hopefully, that won't be for many, many, many years and NOT next year. Why do you think you're going to die next year?"

"Because my brother died when he was 5, and I'm 5 now."

Again, I don't remember the rest of the conversation. Later that day after getting home, he walks past Samson and says, "Mom, you know Samson's gonna die, right. Because he's 10 now and he should be dead soon."

"Caden, everyone will die one day. Let's just hope it's not anytime soon."

It hurts so much to hear him talk about death so straight forward when it is tearing me up. I just want to scream, "PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT DEATH & DYING!" But I can't. He's processing his grief the only way he knows how and I have to let him work through it, while trying to work through my own.

This part of the journey is almost as hard as losing Caleb. Here, in the aftermath, we are left picking up the pieces of our lives one a time. I try to be strong when Caden wants to talk about it. I try not to cry. I try not to change the subject. But, it's so very hard.

I am so grateful that I have someone to lean on during these difficult moments. I truly believe that I would have fallen apart long ago if not for my faith and trust in God Almighty. He hears the cry of my heart. He knows how much I hurt. He comforts me like no one else can. I couldn't make it without Him.

My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak. (Psalm 31:10)
My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes. (Psalm 38:10)
My eyes are dim with grief. I call to You, LORD, every day; I spread out my hands to You. (Psalm 88:9)

I know...
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. (Matthew 5:4)
The LORD gives strength to His people; the LORD blesses His people with peace. (Psalm 29:11)
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. (Psalm 46:1)
But I will sing of Your strength, in the morning I will sing of Your love; for You are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble. (Psalm 59:16)

You are my strength, I sing praise to You; You, God, are my fortress, my God on whom I can rely (Psalm 59:17).

My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. (Psalm 73:26)

In peace I will lie down and sleep, for You alone, LORD, make me dwell in safety. (Psalm 4:8)
You turned my wailing into dancing; You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy (Psalm 30:11)
As we draw closer to the third anniversary of Caleb's death, I have to lean on Him more each and every day. I'm diving into Scripture for words of strength and comfort. I find it amazing how God has heard the cries of my heart and written those cries and the answers for them in His Word long before I was even born.

We still miss Caleb every moment of every day. He is always in our hearts, always in our thoughts, and is loved today, tomorrow, in ALL ways to infinity and beyond.

Angel, Richard & Caden