The Reason

After Nathan goes to school I sit in the living room and wait for the morning sun. She begins quietly, warmly, subtly. Over a span of just minutes she presents herself, glorious and strong. The dusty windows do not deter her. She comes anyway.

Last night Leane, Morgan, Chris, Audrey, and Baby Chloe came for dinner. It is our new tradition for Thursdays. A room full of people who loved you beyond words. We shared stories and videos. Baby Chloe came running through the house screaming with excitement. It awakened my deaf ears to hear and, for a moment, my soul was elated and relieved for the noise again.

I told them how after your death I researched your exact deletion. I don’t suppose I did while you were alive because I didn’t want to be scared.

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The notable genes you were missing have much to do with immune signaling, cell signaling, growth regulation, immune cell function, and gene regulation for brain development. The impactful part of late was your immune cells did not activate as strongly as they would have with a complete chromosome. You had a weaker and dysregulated early response to infections. More than likely, your immune system was delayed in recognizing the infection and allowed it to spready easily. The deletion could also have made your system over react and inflammation severe. The list goes on.

I avoided knowing the details because I know I would have altered your life out of fear. We wouldn’t have gone to all your favorite stores or the beach or the prom. We would have never visited New York City or Disney World or mall tours. I would have forced you into a fear bubble even though ultimately it would not have changed this outcome. The bacteria that killed you came from inside your own body and I would have spent your entire life afraid of the bacteria outside of it.

Looking back now though things make much mores sense. You had so many colds that turned to pneumonia. There were random fevers and too many hospitalizations to remember. When you were eighteen months old I heard a doctor say for the first time, “We don’t know what is wrong. If you pray, I would.” It wasn’t the last I heard those words either. You were medically fragile but it was so easy to forget because you were the toughest person I knew.

Our family at the dinner table was assembled by you and stitched together from your love. We smiled last night thinking how we gave you the very best life possible. We dedicated our lives to you and tried so hard to make your time rich. You were rich in love and in experience and in joy – the only riches that matter. Every person at that dinner table loved you deeply. We dedicated all our energy during our precious time with you to make you comfortable, healthy, laugh, fed, entertained, happy, and so very loved. Sweet boy, I know no one else who could say they had that life. You did. You deserved it.

Though we feel content and peace we did give you the very best life possible know this – YOU gave US the very best life possible. We were blessed to know your love. There were no strings, no conditions, no expectations. Just love in its purest form. It is the love God wants us to give one another yet we never seem to achieve. You did, sweet boy. You did it without even trying.

I am steady today. People ask if I am okay and the answer for the last three weeks is always “no.” I judge my days based on the steadiness I feel in the world. It isn’t so much about me being able to keep myself steady. It is about how severely the crashes are causing my imbalance. Yesterday I felt like I was in the middle of the ocean in a severe storm with no flotation device. Waves were out of control, forceful, gigantic. I couldn’t get my head above water long enough for a good breath. My energy was dissipating. I was drowning and the waves of grief were relentless. They were powerful and without mercy.

Then the grief gut punches that stop my heart and take my breath. You are gone.

All Blessings Flow came from the donation center to pick up your bed yesterday. I tried to help but ended up on the couch sobbing. You loved that bed. I can still see your smile erupt to laughter as you pointed your finger up as the bed raised. We received it when you got sick 3 and a half years ago. You weren’t supposed to make it then and were an absolute miracle. You didn’t make it now and you are an absolute miracle.

Our definition of miracle is not the same as God’s. He was generous to give me the miracle I wanted so many times over your life. How I wish He did one more time but I am not angry with Him. I can’t face this without Him.

I hold to the promise:

Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and rejoice, and no one will take away your joy. (John 16:22)