Ever since 2012, July 31st has been the hardest of lovely days to us because it ripped us apart and then stands to remind us every year that we are all still breathing. Because eight years ago, on July 31st, an emergency room doctor was walking into Chase’s room with tears in his eyes, speaking the words over us that changed everything:
“There’s a large mass.”
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
A few days before this strange anniversary day, Darcy and I were walking, trying to carve out a minute to ourselves, talking through the date, the memories, and how it still – even these eight years later – carves us open. [She, this sister girl child that we -perhaps foolishly in our own fear- told to stay in her bed in the dark, is a fourteen year old high school freshman and the sight of flashing lights outside her bedroom window as she curled powerless and scared still hold a vivid place in her mind.] But as Darcy and I walked, talked and processed again, Margaret pulled alongside us. She literally pulled alongside us in her car as we walked and she drove by and as we talked, friend Margaret, a wonderfully gifted photographer, smiled and said lovingly:
“We should take pictures. Eight years is a big deal and we should make it special this way.”
And so, a day later, we gathered at the local park, just Margaret, the kids, and me, and she walked them through a few minutes of life, with her words giving them grace and her camera catching them as they moved.
There were no showers, no hair cuts, no scrubbing up and making beautiful. Chase insisted it be “Cubs theme” and we just grabbed (hopefully clean) clothes out of drawers and went with it.
And suddenly, the shadow of late July lifted for a moment. We put aside the awful memories we experienced those eight years ago, and lived in the joy that is having eight whole years when you didn’t think you’d have any.
The perspective changed through the lens of a camera and a moment of stolen time.
We see the heartbreak, yes. Always.
But we choose joy.
And sometimes it takes someone pulling alongside you to catch the light a certain way and hand it to you when you need it most.
So here’s to eight years.
I will never stop being both horrified and amazed at this life of grace we’ve been given.
“Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me… let me be singing when the evening comes.”
10,000 Reasons (Bless The Lord), Matt Redman
Thank you for walking alongside us, dear ones.
Moment by moment.
[Please enjoy these beautiful, candid gifts that Margaret Henry Photography gave us this week ]
