My family has lost more in the last year than we have gained, but we have kept true to ourselves, our faith, and our focus. We have changed directions multiple times, but one thing has and always will remain constant: focusing on the good. Well, we try. We get knocked down often, but we maintain faith that everything happens for a reason and that God will lead us through. So far, the worst of what we could imagine has not broken us and has not been a worthless loss. In some way, some good has come from all of it. I realize that sounds insane when faced with loss, but it is true.
In August, we lost my nephew. It made me realize a lot of things, as it did for many people. First and foremost, you never know when it will be your last chance to say how you feel. There are many people that will never fully recover from the loss they feel since he left. However, he has helped many others. His story, his life, and his impact have saved lives. One life I know of for sure, but I am sure there were many others. For the family of that one person, their lives also changed forever the day my nephew died. They were able to keep their family member because of the impact my nephew had on them. I'm not saying that one life will ever fill the hole felt by many without my nephew, but at least there is one less family that feels that void.
In December, we lost another child. The worst part is that we were notified on December 20th that my HCG was dropping (losing the baby). If you don't remember, that is the same day that I lost our first. Seven years later I was reliving all of the same horrible things. Almost to the exact minute. I'm not sure just yet what the silver lining is of that one, but I know it is there. I may still be close to the situation to realize what the good is that came from it. The same thing happened with my first. We lost the baby shortly before my husband deployed. Looking back, I know it wasn't the right time/place/situation for a child. We were broke and living in a tiny one bedroom apartment. If we had that baby, our lives wouldn't be what they are and we wouldn't be able to provide our daughter with the life we do. I understand money isn't everything, but I also wasn't in a good place. After my husband left, I could barely take care of myself. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't do anything a human should do. I had other people helping me survive. There is no way I was in the right state of mind to provide the things a child needed. That child made me strong. They made me a survivor. Don't get me wrong, I would still rather have my child and struggle every single day, but I do know that some good came from it. With our second loss, I didn't understand for many months. Five months after the loss, I became pregnant with baby #3. Baby #3 is perfect and healthy. Had I been pregnant with baby #2, baby #3 wouldn't exist. I honestly can't picture my life with any child that isn't her. She's the good that came from that. So, I'm not sure what good there is to be found with losing another child, but I'm sure it is there and one day months or years from now, I will find it.
In December we also lost my step grandpa. I know from watching life dwindle that when it is someone's time, it is better to let them go than to prolong the inevitable. It was his time and he didn't want to suffer any longer. It was hard for a lot of people, but celebrating the life of someone that no longer suffers is an amazing thing. It is cathartic and relieving.
Grandpa B. during his days in the military
In February, we lost my paternal grandfather. It is definitely hard to see the good in that one. Two people that are pillars of who I am are gone and will not see my daughter grow. They will not be pillars in her life. I always knew it would come, I just hoped against hope he would somehow be the one that lived forever as the fun loving man I had growing up. I know it is great that he is finally back with his one true love. I am truly happy for that. Sometimes, it is just hard to remember that one. I still can't listen to amazing grace or bagpipes, but I'm sure I will get there one day. Until then, I carry a piece of his heart on my arm and it will be there for my daughter as she grows up.
My grandfather and his one true love, my grandmother
My sisters and I showing off our finds after a day of foraging
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