A Sad Time
In good times, it's easy to smile. In bad times, not so much. But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. So you better get busy livin, or get busy dyin.
So this update is about our family trying to get busy living and smiling again after a 4 month stretch of some hard times. A sad time that we're going to chalk up to life event training.
Lisa's Dad has been in the hospital since August 18th. But we're optimistic that he will recover. We're thankful that he's fought through his rough moments. And we're going to keep saying prayers and being there for him.
We lost Baby Loewen #4 at 16 weeks. We went in for a routine sonogram and there was no heartbeat. Our Doctor thinks it was a cord accident. But we really don't know why it happened. It hurts. Our son or daughter will never get to show us their smile on Earth. But we have seen signs that our Baby is with Grandma Pickert. The day of the surgery, a video called "On Eagles Wings" just showed up on my YouTube profile. It is a tribute to babies who have died as a result of miscarriage or premature birth. It also was the song they played at Grandma Pickert's funeral. We are confident that our Baby is with Grandma. Lisa said, "Mom, probably was jealous and wanted a granddaughter. After all, Dad has 12 already." We're trying to keep our sense of humor. So in memory of that day and this time, we want to remember things like, "Jace at breakfast", "Old Woman", "Sugar Bear the Dog", "Marshall Scott the Quiet Priest", and "Can we get a dog?". Just ask me sometime, I'll tell you a great story.
A dear friend of ours lost her battle with cancer last week. She has a husband and two beautiful children. She battled for 2 years. It's not fair. Her kids need her. Her students need her. Her friends need her. At the funeral, her 8 year old daughter read a book called "You're My Miracle". It was the book that Melissa had given her daughter when she first was diagnosed. It will remind us all what a blessing it was to have Melissa in our lives. Even if only for a short time. We left the funeral feeling sad, but a little inspired by the reading of the poem, "Your Dash", that talks about how we live our lives between birth and death. How do you live your dash, all the years in between?
So in closing, while this time is a sad time. This is life. This is what makes us human. This is what brings us closer together to the ones we love. It's such a bummer that it takes a moment like this to really embrace life. But I guess without "in bad times" we wouldn't be able to define "in good times".
Crazy seque, Sydney has a touch of pnemonia. Not double pnemonia, but regular old pnemonia. And she has been fighting a fever and working all day to pull a tooth out of her head. I don't like pulling teeth out of my kid's heads. I don't like tooth injuries. Like when Aubrey bent her front tooth backward when doing a backflip off the couch. The willies. It makes me smile to watch Sydney smile without that tooth in her head. It makes me smile when she scores a goal in soccer. She scored the only goal for her team last week with only 15 seconds left in the game. It made me smile today watching Hadley dancing to her favorite show. It made us all smile to take a trip to the Hannah Montana concert. Oh yeah, it was a big deal.
So while Aubrey asked me tonight, "Dad, who will be the first to die in our family?" I refuse to be sad. I refuse to let "A Sad Time" take over our lives. I will chuckle over our kids brutal honesty. I will laugh more at myself. I will be a more patient husband, father and friend. I will remember that all good things must come to an end.
Even if it kills me. :)
So this update is about our family trying to get busy living and smiling again after a 4 month stretch of some hard times. A sad time that we're going to chalk up to life event training.
Lisa's Dad has been in the hospital since August 18th. But we're optimistic that he will recover. We're thankful that he's fought through his rough moments. And we're going to keep saying prayers and being there for him.
We lost Baby Loewen #4 at 16 weeks. We went in for a routine sonogram and there was no heartbeat. Our Doctor thinks it was a cord accident. But we really don't know why it happened. It hurts. Our son or daughter will never get to show us their smile on Earth. But we have seen signs that our Baby is with Grandma Pickert. The day of the surgery, a video called "On Eagles Wings" just showed up on my YouTube profile. It is a tribute to babies who have died as a result of miscarriage or premature birth. It also was the song they played at Grandma Pickert's funeral. We are confident that our Baby is with Grandma. Lisa said, "Mom, probably was jealous and wanted a granddaughter. After all, Dad has 12 already." We're trying to keep our sense of humor. So in memory of that day and this time, we want to remember things like, "Jace at breakfast", "Old Woman", "Sugar Bear the Dog", "Marshall Scott the Quiet Priest", and "Can we get a dog?". Just ask me sometime, I'll tell you a great story.
A dear friend of ours lost her battle with cancer last week. She has a husband and two beautiful children. She battled for 2 years. It's not fair. Her kids need her. Her students need her. Her friends need her. At the funeral, her 8 year old daughter read a book called "You're My Miracle". It was the book that Melissa had given her daughter when she first was diagnosed. It will remind us all what a blessing it was to have Melissa in our lives. Even if only for a short time. We left the funeral feeling sad, but a little inspired by the reading of the poem, "Your Dash", that talks about how we live our lives between birth and death. How do you live your dash, all the years in between?
So in closing, while this time is a sad time. This is life. This is what makes us human. This is what brings us closer together to the ones we love. It's such a bummer that it takes a moment like this to really embrace life. But I guess without "in bad times" we wouldn't be able to define "in good times".
Crazy seque, Sydney has a touch of pnemonia. Not double pnemonia, but regular old pnemonia. And she has been fighting a fever and working all day to pull a tooth out of her head. I don't like pulling teeth out of my kid's heads. I don't like tooth injuries. Like when Aubrey bent her front tooth backward when doing a backflip off the couch. The willies. It makes me smile to watch Sydney smile without that tooth in her head. It makes me smile when she scores a goal in soccer. She scored the only goal for her team last week with only 15 seconds left in the game. It made me smile today watching Hadley dancing to her favorite show. It made us all smile to take a trip to the Hannah Montana concert. Oh yeah, it was a big deal.
So while Aubrey asked me tonight, "Dad, who will be the first to die in our family?" I refuse to be sad. I refuse to let "A Sad Time" take over our lives. I will chuckle over our kids brutal honesty. I will laugh more at myself. I will be a more patient husband, father and friend. I will remember that all good things must come to an end.
Even if it kills me. :)
posted by LoewenFamily | 5:15 PM
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well said man.
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