On December 25, 2011, my son Adam and his wife Marisa informed Sherry and me that they were expecting their first child -- we were to become grandparents.
From that moment on, I had a grandchild. From that moment on, my grandchild became a
part of my future, part of our family, part of my plan for life.
A few weeks later, having just found out the sex of the baby, Adam & Marisa called home – from Target Center, where they were
about to enjoy a Timberwolves basketball game – and informed us it was a girl. We would be having a granddaughter. And so, with even more specifics, my dreams and hopes and plans became even more real.
In my mind, I was holding her just after her birth in
mid-July. I was rocking her in my arms,
as I had done to her father twenty-eight years prior, trying to help her fall
asleep as I had done for him. I was anticipating
a Christmas in 2012 with a baby surrounded by wrapping paper. I had already begun creating my “Grandpa’s Reading List” –
the books I looked forward to reading to her, using the silly voices I had put
away for, oh I suppose almost 15 years, since Leah stopped having her Daddy
read to her.
And I watched as my son – my Adam – who is never too high,
and never too low – glowed and laughed and literally bounced with the joy of
his fatherhood.
In every way, I was already a grandfather. I already had a granddaughter.
Then, late in the evening a week ago – so late that it was already
Monday in the very early morning, I received the phone call from Adam. Their daughter, still 13 weeks from her due
date, had died. There was no warning. There was no known reason. Her heart had stopped. Delivery would take
place, but there was no chance that their daughter, our granddaughter, would
live to see any of those things I had planned.
Maya Analise Will was delivered in the very early hours of
April 17, 2012. The family began
gathering, and the pain was indescribable.
On Sunday, April 22, a memorial service was held for Maya, and her ashes
were interred in the columbarium at Mount Olive Lutheran Church, where Adam and
Marisa had joined Lucas, Leah, Sherry and myself as members less than a day
before the terrible news.
The service was beautiful.
Simple and touching. The message from Pastor Siri Strommen-Campbell spoke directly
to Marisa and Adam, but also spoke to all of us who were sharing in grief
and in love. And by “all of us” I am
speaking of many, many people. Asked
earlier in the week how many people they thought might come to the service -- so
that the people planning the post-service snacks might prepare -- Marisa and
Adam had estimated 100 at most. We didn’t count, but the
number of people in the sanctuary was well over that 100 mark.
The participation of such a large number of family, friends and colleagues
at the service meant so much to the grieving parents, and to us as close family
members, that words fail me again. I
thank each and every one of them, as well as those who expressed their
sympathies but could not join us.
In the years to come, I suppose I will have more grandchildren. My children all seem to want to become
parents, and if they do, I am confident they will fill their roles admirably. Adam and Marisa certainly already have. Consequently, I suppose I will one day look forward to another baby
to bounce on my knee, to carry around, to read to.
Yet no matter how many other members we add to this family,
my heart will always, always, have a special place for Maya. Our faith tells us that, though she never got to breathe air, take steps, or say words, her life goes on. Her life brings us joy, her life increases the
love in our lives, and though it did not go according to our human plans, we
are blessed that her life will always be a part of our shared story.
5 comments:
I am so glad you wrote this, Steve, although I'm sure it was painful. I am so sorry for your loss!
Thank you so much for sharing such beautiful and heartfelt sentiments Steve. I think all parents and grandparents can relate to this and I am sure that it will help the grieving of other who sadly will have to face the loss of a child - born or unborn.
Thank you, Tami. Thank you, Jon. Yes, it is painful to write about. Yet, I simply had to do it.
Soon I will start blogging about "normal life" again. But until I said THIS, I could not write anything else.
Sorry to hear about your loss, Steve. My wife and I had a miscarriage a few years back and the older I get the more I think about where that child would be in their life. What's interesting is the older I get the more I cherish that young life I didn't get to experience (we hadn't named it nor did we know the gender).
I am convinced that there is no greater tangible gift in this life than family. May God richly bless you with grandchildren in the future.
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Aaron, thank you for your kind words, and I'm sorry to hear about the loss you and your family had, also. Family is, indeed, such a great gift. I know you cherish yours, too.
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