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Wednesday, May 28, 2008


It was a day similar to many others and the Spice and I had kept the local gruntmonkeys for most of 3 days and 2 nights while their Mom was in the hospital. I set out with the three young ones to get them out of the Spice’s hair, since she is the only one of this married couple that actually has hair.

This adventure with the grunts was almost like a biblical epic. I played the part of Moses, with a staff in one hand and a fire in the other (a propane torch) and the three young ones played the part of three members of the tribe of Joseph (their Dad). We did several of our regular things, not the least of which was the burning of enemy hordes (torching ant underwear).

The swings played a part in the adventure, as did the trampoline and then it was on down to the pond. We made many splashes with the small rocks we tossed in and another stone skipping lesson was thrown into the mix – they are still a bit young to get the concept. We hiked up to the brow of the hill on the large adjoining lot to watch the traffic – the lot is vacant except for a cell phone tower.

We finally called a halt to this episode and came back inside to the air-conditioning; it was very warm and humid. We played much inside before their parents came for them.

On another day I was out in the garden, hoeing out the weeds and grass, which so easily besets it. While doing so I was working my way through some of the emotional trauma that had been a part of my life for the last several days. Even though I am not the parent of these babies we lost, I am the grandfather and I had already started envisioning the good times I would have with them.

My eyes burned as I thought about never getting to hold and love on them or carry them around blueberry hill. I wanted to show them the pond and the various trees and such around the place and maybe get to show them some future goslings. I wouldn’t get to see their faces as they ate their first blackberries, or taste blueberries or maybe even figs or muscadines.

Above all I wanted to see them smile and hear them giggle and I wanted to be the cause of them doing that but such was not to be. As I grieved I also thought of the pain my daughter must be feeling because the little ones did not miscarry and since they were too far along to do a standard D&C labor had to be induced. The twins were delivered after over 19 hours of labor.

The staff cleaned them up and brought her the two little girls, each tucked into a small pink knit blanket. I was hesitant to view them but I knew my daughter wanted me to so I went to the hospital and there they were, lying at the foot of her bed. They were so tiny, one six inches long and the other 51/2 inches, yet so well developed for their four months of growth.

My daughter even named them, to help in her grieving process. She is leaning heavily on the Lord and said that she didn’t know what those do that know not a loving God to comfort them. I came home with a leaden heart, yet knowing that while I could not show these tiny ones the love I feel for them, I can continue to show the grand ones that are in this life the love and care due them.

Thanks to the ones that have expressed care and concern – it will just take some time and much of God’s love to heal. ec


Blogger itsboopchile said...

There you go again, ministering to me and many other readers in the midst of your own sorrow .
Blessings to you and yours.
Betty G

5/29/2008 01:56:00 PM  
Blogger Anvilcloud said...

The delivery and the viewing afterward must have been especially hard.

5/30/2008 08:42:00 AM  
Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

I am so glad that you were able to spend that time with the local gruntmonkeys, Mr. Eddie. Mark Twain once wrote: “Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.”

Blessings to you all, my friend.

5/30/2008 11:20:00 AM  
Blogger ancient one said...

Oh, I love the quote that sometimes saintly nick wrote. I did not know that you got to see them. I'm so glad that you are "healing"...and Our Lord is with you always!

5/30/2008 09:06:00 PM  
Blogger Kila said...

I know it's doubly painful for you--mourning the loss of your grandbabies, and mourning the pain your own baby is going through. I'm so sorry. Do take time to mourn and cry.

Praise the Lord that there WILL be a joyous reunion someday.

(((HUGS))) and prayers for you all.

5/31/2008 12:24:00 AM  
Blogger mreddie said...

itsboopchile - Thanks - and I gladly receive your blessings on our behalf.

AC - Extremely - I know it was on me and I can only imagine how it was on her.

SSN - The quote is so true, joy with the living helps heal the grief for those passed.

ancient one - We have all felt His mighty arms comforting us.

kila - So true on the joyous reunion one day - maybe I can make them smile there. ec

6/01/2008 10:13:00 PM  
Blogger Merle said...

Hi Mr Eddie ~~ I hope your daughter is feeling better by now. I am glad
she named the babies and I am glad that you saw them as it makes it more real. I guess her other kids are sad too, Lovely idea printing the messages of sympathy and giving them to Deana. I know her faith will help her to get over this sad event, and
our loving Father knows best.
Take care my friend and love to all the family. Merle.

6/03/2008 03:50:00 AM  

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