Today marks the 4-year anniversary of the accident that took the lives of my children and changed my life forever. Anniversary . . . . . . it really does not seem like the right word to use. To me an anniversary indicates a happy event, an event worth celebrating. Today is not about celebrating, it is about remembering.
It has been 4 years since I have seen my children. There are so many things I have missed in those 4 years.
I have missed having mountains of laundry to do.
I have missed breaking up fights.
I have missed navigating the messy bedroom just to tuck them in and say goodnight.
I have missed stepping on Legos. Yes . . . I do miss this!
I have missed the incessant questions.
I have missed repeating myself because they were not listening the first 40 times.
I have missed the bickering.
I have missed the back talk.
I have missed the “can’t keep it clean” house.
I have missed the creativity.
I have missed watching kid movies and tv shows.
I have missed reading stories at bedtime.
I have missed the laughter.
I have missed the joking and goofiness.
I have missed the craziness that having boys brings into your life.
I have missed their hugs.
I have missed touching them and having them touch me.
I have missed my boys.
The other day a friend asked, “If you could ask God one question what would it be?”
My answer to that question is simple. I would ask God to allow me to see the far reaching effect my life has had on other people. I want to know that what I am going through has meaning. I want to know that someone is living a better life because of what I have been asked to deal with.
I have friends tell me how their friends have been affected by my story. These are people I don’t know. I love hearing these stories, but I want to know more. I want to see the whole story of my life, the part that only God can see. I would love to see the part of my life that God can see, that kept him from stopping the accident from happening. I want to know and understand why I have to live the rest of my life without my boys. I want to see what God can see . . . . the ripple effect.
I know I will probably never be privy to this information this side of Heaven. But I sure hope that God allows me to see the ripple effect of my life when I get Home.