October 16th, 2008
October 16th, 2008
Dear Family & Friends
As many of you know, and some of you may not know…. today marks the day that one year ago we had to say goodbye to our sweet boy, Mason. It is on this day, one year ago, that God chose to give our son perfect healing and allow him to experience complete fullfillment with Him for eternity. As you can imagine, this day as well as this week has been a very difficult and emotional one for us. Actually, since October hit, it has been hard on us. October is a beautiful season here in Durham and one of Eddie and I’s favorite seasons in Durham. The leaves are changing and falling, there is a cool crispness to the air that reminds us of Idaho and of course our favorite, no humidity! However October brings us heart ache as we re-live what October meant for us one year ago. October 2007, Mason was still fighting to come off of oxygen, we were on the unit and had been on the unit since July. We could see that his inflammation in his lungs was not getting better so we had called our family to let them know and to tell them to come see Mason if they needed to see him. For many of our family members, Mason was still a 6 month old baby that left our home in Idaho to get healed…. but we had been at Duke for over 2 years and they didn’t get to watch him grow into the funny, stubborn 3 year old that he was. Mason loved all the attention he was getting by all of his vistors. He even felt well enough to ham it up on several occassions. Jazzy was on cloud 9 of course since she was surrounded by her family who all doted on her. She even got to go to the State Fair with her cousins, which she still talks about. Even though we had called family and we could see Mason’s lungs were not getting better, we still felt we were going to get through this, just like all the other set backs Mason had endured over his 2 1/2 year transplant journey. But at 7 am on October 16th, Mason’s oxygen began to decline and at 7:41am he was welcomed into the loving arms of Jesus. God was so good to allow our family to come and see him several days before he left us and God allowed family to be there for us when we had to leave him at the hospital for the very last time.
Even now, one year later God is showing us His goodness and grace. Eddie and I had an emotinal day last Friday knowing what this week was leading up to. We were discussing what do we do about the 16th, do we tell Jazzy what this day is? Do we celebrate it, do we do something to honor it? God used His word to encourage us to see His perspective. Ecclesiastes 7:1 reminded us “The day you die is better than the day you are born” He also encouraged us through the words of a devotional from a Mom who has lost two babies from a genetic disease. She wrote “Birthdays. Deathdays. I feel like they are always coming at me. And it is hard to know what to do with these days when you have lost someone you love, isn’t it? Letting them just go by doesn’t seem right, and yet it can be so hard to work up the energy just to get out of bed, let alone do something constructive or meaningful. When Hope and Gabe’s birthdays come around, I can usually find some way - sometimes very small and sometimes more significant - to celebrate their lives. I’m grateful they were here if only a short time, so I can find joy in that. I celebrate the impact they had on other people, even with their significant limitations and the brevity of their lives, and I am grateful. I remember the joy and richness they each brought to our lives and the gifts they gave us in the form of a deeper understanding of God and deeper relationships with people around us. But those deathdays are hard. Or, I should say, it is the anticipation of the deathdays that is hard. For me, the day itself is not so bad. it is the days leading up to it, as I have a sense that death is coming again and I can’t stop it. I feel a sense of dread and helplessness. Finding a way to “celebrate” a day of death seems absolutely ridiculous and almost like a denial of reality. But is it? Perhaps it is the ultimate embracig of reality. On the day we are born, we enter a pain-saturated, sin-scarred, darkness-loving, soul-depriving existence for a determined number of years. On the day of our death, if we are belivers, we enter a pain-free, perfect place that is ablaze with the glory of Christ, where our deepest longing and joys are fulfilled, not for a number of years, but forever. Think about it. Don’t dismiss it because of how much you miss someone who is there or because of your fears of the unknown. Allow this truth to ruminate in your heart and illumine your mind. For you and for the one you love who knows Christ, won’t your deathday be your true birthday?” She seems to put to words exactly what Eddie and I had been struggling with, and God used it to encourage us last week. God used it to refocus or thoughts back to Him and to gain His perspective and not our own. God showed us with our time with Mason and now our time without our only son, a deeper understanding of Himself, His character, His love and His purpose for our lives. He has shown us the importance of building relationships with the people He has put into our lives. He has shown us to be open to be used by Him to meet the needs of those around us and that this may mean sharing our pain over and over again.
“The righteous pass away; the Godly often die before their time. And no one seems to care or wonder why. No one seems to understand that God is protecting them from the evil to come. For the Godly who die will rest in peace” Isaiah 57:1-2 God used this verse also this week to remind us that Mason’s perfect healing was a gift from Him. It was a gift to our son and to us, it was God’s protection from the evil to come. We are told if a life is robbed of a long life here on Earth, it is a tragedy. The truth is, death for the believer gives a life full of glory and freedom from evil. We can be so thankful that God chose this for our only son. At the time of saying goodbye to Mason one year ago and the months we have had to endure without him, I cannot say I have felt this way. We felt robbed, cheated of a life with our precious gift, our only son. We wanted to celebrate a 4th birthday with him, we wanted to watch him go to school, we wanted Jazzy and him to play in the backyard together, we just wanted more time with him to watch him grow up and to hug him and hold him. But we also know that this life is filled with pain and I don’t think it is a tragedy that Mason had the opportunity to be spared from evil, from the pain of this life and to be in the presence of God. This is what we believe, it is not necessarily how we feel. But believing this makes a difference in how we feel. I can praise my Heavenly Father for choosing to protect my son from the evil of this world, even on a day like today where the pain of missing him is physically and emotionally overwhelming.
Thank you all for taking the time to read Mason’s updates. Although we struggle with updating because they are no longer about Mason, but about us. We are grateful you would want to check in on us. Thank you all for your faithful prayers, and for taking the time to email us and let us know you are thinking of us and praying for us. Our prayer is God will receive all the glory for what He is doing in our lives and that He would bless you for being such faithful friends and prayer warriors for our family!
We love you!
In His Love & Care
Eddie, Becky, Jazzy (& Mason our sweet, sweet boy we can’t wait to see you again!)
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