My Highest Honor and Deepest Heart Ache…A Eulogy

The silence stings.

Absence is all I hear…
Your laughter no longer reverberates through the house.
For now, it only whispers in my heart and I long with all my being
to hear more, louder, explosive you.
The chaos is gone.

Yet you remain

The beautiful fractals of excitement, impatience, joy, and love are flat and cold.
Normal is abnormal for us.
But love does not vanish.
It changes shape-
Becomes memory.
Becomes breath
Becomes the quiet strength that lets me stand here now.
What was real cannot be undone. It cannot be broken
The smile.
The soul-deep laugh
The hugs so intense your body shook.
Those are stitched into me now just as you were stitched in my womb.

I pack away the medical supplies…
The gauze…
The catheters…
The syringes and extension tubing…
The thermometer and pulse ox can go in a drawer.
There are no more emergency supplies
No more doctor appointments
No more labs to track
No more fear over every sniffle and every cough

I detest the letting go. I would have gladly done it for the rest of my days.
I spent every waking moment in the caring of you.
It was my honor and privilege. My purpose and calling.
I took pride in the way I cared for you not knowing, all this time
My sweet boy, it was you who was caring for me.
All I did for you could never match what you’ve done for me.
People would often say God knew what He was doing when He gave you to me.
God knew what He was doing when He gave me to you.

For you were the pillar. You were the strong one. You were the wise teacher. You were the hero. You were the unrelented soul with an infinite reserve of unconditional love. You were kindness and compassion. You were grace and you were mercy. You were the fierce voice in me that advocated for you and made me better.

You were my whole world and being your mom is, and always will be, my highest honor.

Thank you all for coming to celebrate the extraordinary life of Wesley Thomas Helmbrecht. He always loved a party.

I look around this room and see so many people who meant the world to our boy. You had such significance in his life. The only thing that mattered to him was love. Not money, not power, not status. Just love. And you graciously poured it into him. Words do not express my gratitude for all the laughter, lessons, songs, dances, and love you gave him. We all gave him the best life possible and he returned the favor

Wesley was born on October 26, 2001. We had no idea Wesley would have special needs despite multiple ultrasounds… Despite a father who was a physician specializing in diagnosing fetal anomalies and potential syndromes and despite ultrasounds by 4 other physicians`. God and Wesley held their secret until the moment he was born.

And from that moment he faced challenges. He was a fighter. He was the toughest kid I knew.

In the early days the doctors couldn’t tell me how long I would have him. “Shortened life expectancy” was all they really knew. Every day was a bonus. Every hug could have been the last. Every laugh might be silenced. Any moment could turn catastrophic and it often did. Yet it taught us to cherish things otherwise seen as miniscule. We had no small victories. Every accomplishment was magnificent and we celebrated it as such. It is a blessing and a curse to live each day as if it might be the last.

Wesley didn’t crawl until he was two and a half years old. But just around 14 months he figured out he could roll. He would get around the entire house by rolling, pivoting, and rolling even more. Nothing stopped our boy.

Every since he was little and throughout his life Wes would look to the sky and wave his arms. It would begin with a smile until his entire being bubbled with excitement. I used to ask him if he was talking to the angels again. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was. He had a direct connection. And now, for the rest of my life I will look to the sky, wave my arms, and talk to my sweet angel.

When Wes was eight years old we were walking through the mall and he approached a woman sitting on a bench. Before I knew what he was doing he threw his arms around her and hugged her. A complete stranger. I can still envision her face with tear filled eyes as she said, “you have no idea how much I needed that hug.”

But Wes did. We walked away and I asked Wes if God told him to do that even though I already knew the answer. I have countless of those stories. He was an angel among us.

Wesley attended Albemarle County Public Schools until finishing at Brownsville in 5th grade. He had special friends like Sydney Sherman who invited him to every single birthday party. The teachers wouldn’t put them together in the same class for fear of distraction. I will forever be grateful to that little red headed girl who was nice to our son.

He loved riding the school bus. As luck would have it, he had the same bus driver, Gary Miller, from kindergarten through graduating VIA all but two years. It wasn’t just a bus ride for Wes. It was a party and each and every day Gary delivered our child safely home to us.

Wesley went to the Virginia Institute of Autism in 2011 and graduated in 2023. He didn’t have instructors. He had best friends. He had people who genuinely loved him. And he had classmates who, I know, greeted him on the other side.

For the last 3 years he was home with us full time. From the moment I woke up until the moment I went to bed he was constantly by my side. I intensely cared for him including medications, catheterizations, dressing changes, and g-tube care. Mixed in all that was frequent pauses for hugs. We took care of each other in those moments. Our days were filled with one another.

He demanded his daily outings. Rain, sleet, snow or shine we went out every morning. For a boy who was non verbal he was bossy. He let us know what he wanted and when he wanted it. And if I ever said no his next sign was always, “Grandma”. If mom said no he was pretty sure grandma would say yes. Because she always did.

He spread so much love and joy in every Walmart, Bucees and mall within a 3 hour radius. People were instantly infected with his love just walking past him. He created ripples and changed lives in ways only God and now Wesley know.

Wesley loved music. It was his first word using American Sign Language It was at the very core of who he was – a way of expression that didn’t require words but everyone could understand. We took him to countless wineries, Fridays after Five, and concerts. For his 18th birthday Steve arranged for us to go to NYC to see the Laurie Berkner band. She invited him to a private room to meet the band afterward. It was a highlight of all of our lives. He met Andy Grammar with tickets compliments of the UVA Football Team. One of his favorite songs of all times was “Honey I’m Good.”

In 2011 Wesley’s father died by suicide. My mother left her life in Northern Virginia and moved in to help me. She cared for Wesley and for many years was my partner in raising the boys. She still is. She meticulously prepared his special diet and slept with him every night. She would roll him into breweries on Saturday nights. It was a sight to see. Inevitably, until last Tuesday, each and every night he ended up sleeping on her shoulder. They could not have been any closer.

Almost 7 years ago God brought Steve into Wesley’s life. I knew Steve was the one by Wesley’s reaction the very first time he saw him at the Trampoline park. Wesley screamed with excitement and reached for a hug. He was the best judge of character. He could not be manipulated or fooled. He saw the essence of who you are. I always knew if he loved someone especially, they were special.

Their bond was deep and strong. Their silliness filled the house with screams of excitement and breathtaking laughter. I knew it would take a special man to enter our world and God sent us the best of them.

My aunt Dolly moved in with us a year and a half ago. Wes always loved a house full and she was the only person who would sit for hours and hold his ipad. It could easily be on the table but Wesley loved when someone just sat with him. And she did.

Wesley was loved by his brothers and sisters, Some by birth, some by blood, some by marriage, and some by love. It breaks my heart that Emerson, Nathan, Leah, Aaron, Chrissy and Audrey, baby Chloe, Stevie, and Elayna carry the grief of losing a sibling especially one as special as Wesley. He impacted them and they are changed for having known his love.

Wesley entered UVA hospital on February 17th. At first it was thought to be manageable on a general medicine unit but that quickly changed as the gravity of the illness expressed itself. He fought so hard in the medical ICU with the best doctors and nurses. I knew he was in the right place. That exact unit saved his life 3 and a half years ago. Their care and compassion to my family will stay with us and for that, I am exceedingly grateful. I am at peace knowing it was, as simple and as complex it is to say, his time to go home.

Wesley made our family’s life unique. He allowed us to live in the world of special needs. It was a club I never knew I wanted to be part of but was so proud to be a member. Our fellow citizens are resilient and inspirational. There is an unmatched comradery among people here and you never feel alone. I have met parents who paved the and given me a road map of grieving the most significant loss possible. I have watched them come through the other side and live life again. It gives me hope that we will do the same with the help of our loving God.

Every single night I would kiss Wesley goodnight and tell him he is my world. He smiled every time because he knew that was the truth. My world is shattered yet my faith is strong and I know God will give us the strength, peace, and endurance we need for this unimaginable journey. He already has begun.

As a mother who gave birth to one of humanity’s most extraordinary human beings, I knew I would bury my son. It doesn’t make it easier. It doesn’t make it peaceful. It is raw. It is cruel.

I always knew our time was borrowed. In Christianity we hear words like “our children are on loan from God. They are His.” I think most parents who share our faith understand it is as a concept of spiritual trust but never actually live in that space. It was our reality. From the moment he was born I knew I wouldn’t keep him. I knew in the depths of my heart I would be standing here today. I would gladly bear the pain of losing him 1,000 times over than have him know the pain of losing me. God’s mercy needs untangling sometimes and it isn’t pretty to us, but it is there.

My faith has sustained me since childhood. I buried Wesley’s father 15 years ago. When I spoke at his eulogy I shared the two words I clung to. I find myself in another cruel February clinging to them once again.

But God…

Wesley is gone BUT God generously gave us 24 years…
My heart is broken BUT God has given Wesley a new heart, one that can not be infected or fail him…
We are devastated BUT God has promised blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted. And He keeps every promise forever.
I don’t know who I am if not Wesley’s mom and caregiver BUT God will give purpose to this pain
My children mourn the loss of their brother BUT God has surrounded them with love and friends and one another…
I will never feel Wesley’s whole soul hug during this lifetime again BUT God had Wesley give me so many during his 24 to last the rest of mine…

God is good when He says “yes”. God is good when He says “no”. One of my frustrations as a Christian is when everyone declares His goodness because He answered the prayer in the way they wanted. They proclaim it when they see a miracle, the miracle as they thought it should be. A loved one is healed – God is good. A soul is saved – God is good. Catastrophe averted – God is good.

Our son died.

I tell you now…God is good. We still got miracles. They aren’t the ones we wanted but they are here and they are coming. There will be ripples of miracles I will never know. I am honored for the miracle of 24 years with Wesley when I didn’t know if I would get 24 hours, 24 days or 24 months. God didn’t take Wesley too soon according to His timeline. For this mother’s heart it absolutely feels too soon but also feels generous and merciful.

When Wes was a baby we would play a game. I would hold his arms and say, “Oh my where should I?” then I would pause. He would giggle with anticipation. After a few seconds I would exclaim, “tickle!” and tickle him somewhere with my chin. It was one of his favorite games. He waited with joyful anticipation because he knew the hands that held him. He knew they were loving and kind and only wanted to best for him. The empty space wasn’t frightening. It didn’t cause him anxiety. It made him joyful knowing something good was about to happen.

I sit in the stillness of a once beautifully chaotic life. The anticipation is there. Is it joyful? Only because I choose it to be. I choose joy. I know whose hands hold me. I know He is good. I know He is loving and kind and merciful, and generous. I know He will somehow, someway create good. If He could create the ultimate good from the death of His own son, He can and He will with mine.

We had 24 years of bright, unfiltered joy. It wasn’t small. And it is not unfinished. God did not silence that laughter, He opened the room. Now Wesley’s laughter is shared with the angels and saints in the presence of his grandfather and father and our Good, Good Father. His laughter is now joined in the songs of worship around the throne. He stands tall with no balance or strength issues. There are no wheelchairs in heaven. There are no doctor appointments or bad news. There are no challenges to overcome in heaven. Just love. Just unfiltered, untarnished, inexhaustible, exuberant, lavish love. Wesley was, no doubt, right at home there because that is how he loved us here.

I close with a verse, a hope, and an assurance. 2 Timothy 4:7-8

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day.

Our boy did fight the good fight. His race was harder than most and he never complained. He never felt sorry for himself. He carried what was given to him and just loved. I know his crown is spectacular. It is well earned. I will always remember the grace with which he carried his challenges and lavishly loved not in spite, but because of them.

I always said we spent so much time trying to make Wesley more like us when, really, we should be more like him. I urge you all to be more like him.
Laugh loud
Love hard
Hug Tight
Dance Silly
Leave the room better than when you came not because you were loved, but because you loved. And do it with all you have for as long as you have. Just like our sweet, sweet boy. In that his story in us is yet unfinished.