May 10, 2016, was the one year mark since Woody’s death. That
night I bawled for three hours until I finally found solace in sleep. It wasn't
pretty; it was extremely messy, but I have learned that that is okay. I felt so
much better afterwards. I am learning that my tears are not a sign of faltering
faith or weakness. Jesus wept. He understands my pain like no other. Only He
can truly comfort my broken heart. Although I felt bitterly alone during those
hours as sobs wracked my body, I knew that I wasn’t. I pleaded with God to make
the pain go away, and yet the sensation that my heart was being crushed didn’t
cease. So I continued to wail.
I
wish I could say it gets easier with time. I don't think that's the case. I
believe we merely learn to live with the loss. Somehow the emptiness becomes
part of the fabric of life and we continue moving forward. God will fill that
hole completely full eventually, but the physical ache permeates our very
being. However, the good days start to outnumber the bad days and the loss
becomes less noticeable. We learn to laugh without Woody’s laughter joining
ours. We learn to find strength without his supporting arms holding us up. We
learn to live without his life.
Everyone
keeps reminding me that we made it through all the firsts. But have we truly?
There will always be firsts—first college graduation, first wedding, first
grandchild…and the list goes on. I will live out a life full of happy occasions
that Woody will not be able to celebrate with me. Yet, I must learn to be okay
with that. I must look forward to what I have yet to receive rather than what I
have lost.
Augustine
defined evil to be a privation of a good—where good ought to be but isn’t. Many
say that what happened to us that day on Mount Yonah was pure evil. However,
even in that moment, there was still good. God held us and provided all the
support we so desperately needed in that moment, and He has continued to hold
us throughout this past year. Even in the midst of my deepest sorrow I have
felt the comforting presence of my God. Although I know this anguish may never
completely subside, I do know that somehow, some way we will survive and learn
to find our way without Woody.
And
now we begin the second year….