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What comes to mind when you think of the term “empty nest”?
Generally, the term is used when “children” grow up and leave home to find their own way and make a life for themselves. They become adults, with their own ideals and dreams to pursue, and so they set off in search of that elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
As the parents left behind – we find ourselves engulfed in silence… empty rooms… and too much time on our hands…
Of course our little birds often return in search of food, shelter and advice – and so the nest is rarely completely abandoned. But there’s a different kind of empty nest which is seldom talked about….
At the age of 29, my husband and I found ourselves faced with an empty nest…
The difference? Our little bird was never coming home again.
Losing a loved one is NEVER easy. How can it be? How does one even begin to consider facing life without someone who has been such an integral part of your existence – who holds your very heart…?
You know how “life” doesn’t come with a hand book? Well, neither does Death…
There is no right way or wrong way to grieve. No miracle cure for your broken heart. No instant relief from the pain that consumes you. No easy way to pass the time… Nothing to fill that empty feeling.
My Faith is very firm. And having been born into a family of Believers, it was almost easy to give my life to Lord when I came to realise what that meant. And so I do believe that it was my Faith that carried me through the darkest road that I have ever walked.
We were on our way back to Cape Town from Port Elizabeth, travelling on the N2 when a bakkie made an illegal U-turn in front of us, and we, driving at 100km/hour – in a bakkie as well – hit the other vehicle head on side.
We never knew what hit us. My 2 year old son was strapped into the seat belt with me but his tender, young body couldn’t handle the impact of the crash, and so his neck had broken in the accident. We both walked away with various injuries but none as bad as the cold realisation that we never see our son again –
I was admitted into hospital for almost a week - then I had to return home to my empty nest. My mom-in-law was Super Awesome!! She had packed up all of my son’s things – sparing me further heartache. That process helped me a lot – but like I said before – there are no set rules… and what works for one, may not work for another. My psychologist believes in “grief-work” and all I wanted to do was escape… from everything and everyone. And I did… Most days I would simply sleep reality away. But at some point I had to stop running, and I had to face the fact. No matter how you choose to handle grief – whether it be head on – guns blazing; or quietly withdrawing; or seeking professional help; or hiding from the world… at some point you simply have to “accept”… And THAT is the hardest part of all.
Earlier I said that we would never see our son again, but I don’t truly believe that in my heart. I also mentioned before that my Faith is very firm and so I know and believe that my son is in Heaven and that I will one day be re-united with him.
I say again - losing a loved one is the hardest thing in the world – but I found that if you believe in something, in Someone – Someone greater than you – greater than anything you have every known – then I believe that it makes that painful journey a little easier to bear.
They say that God never gives us more than we can handle. And my answer to that is: God gives me way too much credit, lol. But if He brings you to it…. I guarantee you that He will bring you through it.
If you’re reading this and you’re facing a similar demon today… then I hope that I can encourage you in some small way. Whatever you’re feeling? It’s okay… Please don’t let anyone rush you along this road. This is YOUR journey – and no-one – absolutely NO-ONE (but God) knows how you feel. So, if you believe in Him – then I encourage you to turn to Him – and if you don’t – then I trust that you will find hope in some other way or form…
Because without Hope – we have nothing |