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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

BROKEN

This is a sad day for me. This is a very sad day. I want to pour this out because I don't wish to hold it tight to my heart where it could burn through to my soul. There are two factors governing my depressive state right now. The recent report of a motorcycle accident that claimed the life of the only man I ever loved came first. But as I  began to mourn Ron, the love of my life, another tragic blow. I must live knowing I won't see my grandchild anymore as she has cut ties and forbidden me from contacting her for a visit. Ron, a man who raised my son in place of his own dad, left a love print on the hearts of myself and my sons and so therefore, my son gave his son the name. Ronnie.

Ron and I met, fell in love, began our lives, lived our lives, and our lives ended together as he was unable to be a husband, father, and a drug free citizen. He made the choice to remain behind with the drugs while my children and I moved forward. But, he tried to quit his habits and came to where we were. Within months he was begging me to let him at least smoke pot. It was our struggle..me fighting him to keep him sober and him resenting me the whole way. Eventually, after another two year battle, we separated and divorced. Within another 2 years, I came home one day to hear his voice on my answering machine and our lives together began all over. However, true to form, he brought with him that which he carried everywhere, his addiction. I left with a heavy heart one last time. I left with nothing bad to say about him. I could only love him. He was a rock that I broke myself upon. When I made the final decision to move on and never look back, it was a decision I made with one thought on my mind...'leave now while you can still love him.' As he faded away from my life, he still kept coming to me..in my dreams. Every week. Week after week. Dream after dream. I studied to understand what it meant. My only answer was that I loved him still and could not stop it from being so. So it was that my love for him remained for the years that passed. I never remarried or ever lived with a man. I saw him last 3 years ago. In my driveway where he had found me...again. He always found me. The last words he spoke to me were, "I love you babes." He came to me in my dream last night but for the first time, I couldn't see him. He's gone.


Can I say all of this with expression? I think not. I don't think my one human heart can hold it and so therefore, I've displaced it somehow and embraced it all at the same time. This is how I will cycle through my emotions and eventually overcome.

I have been blessed with two grandchildren within three months of one another. Beautiful and healthy, blessed and wanted.

Three months ago my son separated from his new wife as well as his new son who stays with his mother. As a form of punishment to my son she has cut all ties with the family. She has told me tonight that I am not to contact her asking to see my beloved grandchild. I have been forbidden and he has been withheld. I'm broken.

This is deeply personal and wholly tragic. I want it noted that I love both of my grandchildren the same and feel no difference between them. However, their parents are not at all the same. One son is distant and one is close. Ronnie's dad is distant. Nonetheless, I've waited the lifetime of each of my children to meet their first born. I waited anxiously for nine months to greet them and welcome them into the world. I wanted desperately for my face to be one of the first they saw. I am considered a proud grandmother.

I was given months to bond with Ronnie. I kept him many nights and cherished every moment. I worked diligently to enrich his environment when he was in my care. I'm the typical grandmother. I drove in the night to take them diapers. I bought special bottles...$11 a piece. That's a lot of money for one baby bottle. But it was special and would help him to eat happily. I just didn't want him to be uncomfortable for even a moment.

He is a beautiful Gerber looking child. Big beautiful round eyes, flawless beautiful skin, chubby and pink. I adore him, I adore them both. But I don't have to miss my Liam. I get to "seeum my Liam" (as I quip at visit time)  nearly every week and my precious child sees to our visits with diligence. Thank you Gage!!

When the two of them (my son and his wife) separated, there was a time span forming. I was very afraid that too much time without a visit and Ronnie would forget me. I set about the task of keeping myself connected to him. I had a tiny inkling that she might take a spiteful route but I wouldn't let myself believe that she would go this far to hurt my son. It's the old benefit of the doubt scenario.

She is a good mother. She's patient and attentive and I never worried about her ability to care for Ronnie. She demonstrated her capabilities and want for his utmost of care. But this is the one area she fails in. What is important for a child is that he is surrounded by as many people that love him as is possible. The more love poured into a child, the more love they will pour out. But she has lost sight of this for her anger and hurt. My son hurt her. I understand. But I can't find the reason or explanation suitable for telling the child's grandmother that she is not to make contact anymore. I wasn't given an explanation or even told in person. It was sent via text. This makes my third week in a row of contacting her to see Ronnie. The last time I saw him was on the day she came to retrieve the items she had stored in my spare bedroom. I could feel something in the air. She hugged me very long before leaving. Something she has never done, in three years. It felt like a "goodbye."

The short end of a long story is that although I made her promise that I would get to see Ronnie no matter what happened between her and my son, she broke the promise. I was given 45 minutes to visit with Ronnie 3 weeks ago when last I saw him, at which time her dad made an excuse of an imaginary (and very convenient) emergency that needed his attention, and that was the end of that. She whisked Ronnie away. The next week, I  contacted her but it was never returned. So, again, this week I make contact to request a visit. Never have I been so humble in asking something of someone that has been so unkind to me. My request was promptly denied and I was told...and I quote, "...don't you ever call or text my phone again."

Only God can see me through this heartache. Only He can help me not to question all of this until I drive myself insane. Only God can bring peace and calm the storm and so therefore, I'll wait upon Him. In the meantime, I'm grateful for this place, this blog. I want to pour this out. I want the world to know that love is a beautiful thing when it's given and received with a pure heart.  They say that when a soul leaves this world, a child is born in it's place. I wonder if it's possible for the child to be born before the soul leaves. In this case 7 months before. I don't truly believe that. I can't be held responsible for anything I might say right now that sounds far-fetched, dreamy, or fantastic. Forgive me.

As I end this saying, I have no other words for it. I'm broken. My hope now rests in the Lord's understanding and compassion. He will repair my heart and I will go on. All for your glory Father!! Let me to testify as to your love and goodness and the healing salve you apply to the hearts of the broken!!

11 comments:

  1. It just doesn't seem fair the amount of burden we have to sometimes bear. The valleys can be a dark and lonely place. Just know that your friends and family love you and that Jesus is there in the midst of it all. My heart breaks for you I hope you find peace soon.

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    1. Indeed my friend :-( I've poured this out, said my prayers, had my desperate moments in the last hours but God has already begun to apply the salve and I will come through and overcome. It's an awful truth and a sad part of our human lives that we should suffer loss and heartache but we cling to our Lord and know He'll help us to navigate these troubled waters, amen? Thank you for sweet sentiments of peace and understanding. They matter.

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  2. a spiritual director once told me when times are so confusing that I can't even pray to just say over and over , "Jesus, I trust in you...." I have done this and have found peace...
    good luck to you on your journey.
    I am now your newest follower.

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    1. Welcome "momto8" and thank you for a boost of encouragement. It all matters!! Indeed, "Jesus, I trust in you..."

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  3. I am so very sorry for your loss. It is devastating to lose someone we dearly loved. I'll keep you and Ronnie in my prayers. I pray his mom will see that he needs your love poured out on him, beginning now. Oh, Kelline, I am so sorry.

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    1. Thank you so much "Lady Flamingo." It's truly one of the hardest parts of life. They say what doesn't kill me makes me stronger, but I feel like what is supposed to make me stronger is what is killing me. But in all truth and fairness, God is with me through this and has been. I've come a long way in my healing just since I posted this. It actually turns out that a man in my Psychology class that I used to go to church with is with my local rescue squad and he just so happened to work the wreck that took my love's life. He was able to reassure me that he didn't suffer. As far as Ronnie, well, that's all in God's hands and I have no options accept to hope in the Lord. I still my other grandchild, Liam, and that's where I'll focus my energies. Thank you for your compassion. It matters.

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  4. I am sorry to hear of the trials you are being faced with. Though I am grateful for your example of turning and trusting in your Savior. Losing someone you love isn't easy... In fact it's hard, but through the strength of the Lord we can make it through it. Through the Atonement of Jesus Christ you can be healed. I know death is part of life, and that there is an after-life. Thank you for sharing and being a great example.

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    1. Hi Karen, thank you for coming by and signing on to "LOVE FOR ALL" and to God be the glory that I have this blog to offer as a show of my love for the world, and everyone in it. Your words are encouraging and TRUE. I have come a very long way in my grieving process since this post. I am able to put one step in front of the other and to complete my journey...to run my race! God loves me so much and He works tirelessly to show it!! God bless you dear sister!! I hope He's as much a part of your life as He is mine. What would we do without our faith?

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    2. Thank you! You should check out my blog specifically with dealing with the lost of my brother. Without faith, without Jesus Christ, it would be very hard. I am so grateful for my faith and the hope it brings me.

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    3. I tried to find your blog sister. Please give me the link. I will definitely come. I'm glad you returned so that I could ask you. I was worried that you thought me rude for not having "stopped by" your blog. I tried to find you! I clicked every blog in your blog list looking for the name "Karen." No luck! If you come back to this post, leave the link for me please so I can return the visit. God bless us both.

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  5. Here is the link. http://comfortthroughhope.blogspot.com/ Hope you have a blessed day!

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