It Was a Sad Day

It Was a Sad Day

It was a sad day.

We lost two fluffy friends to predators in a series of unfortunate events that seemed to bounce off one another until it resulted in a tragic outcome.

It’s so hard to help kids learn how to say goodbye to a beloved pet. Especially one who is suddenly and viciously taken as opposed to the that of a sick pet. Life gets complicated so quickly when their small, safe world falls apart. In a moment the carefree innocence of life and the moments taken for granted become reality screaming through their sleepy lives awakening them with a boom, making them feel scared and unsafe.

I know, they’re just chickens.

For this specific instance, yes.

But the pain of loss and the reality of mourning before our time is a reality we all have to face someday. There is a much bigger lesson here that these chickens were meant for. The point isn’t that chickens are invaluable. The point is that even the loss of something that seems as ridiculous to some people as a chicken covers a deeper lesson and preparation for bigger losses ahead they will no doubt experience in their life.

We all know what death is and my kids understand that nothing lives forever. They know death is a natural part of living. The most natural part of life. But, that doesn’t ever make it easy. Knowing what death is and experiencing the aftershocks that come with it, are not the same things. The key to moving forward is faith, love, and perspective—these also happen to be foundations that often get rocked by a sudden and unexpected tragedy.

Holding on to them all is the best and worst of experiences.

As we ease into the days of “moving on,” and take baby steps forward, they will go through their stages of grief and try to manage to make sense of this world having rudely interrupted their own. The lesson I’m trying to teach is that through the pain there is something on the other side. We may not know what it is. Not now, or next month but it’s there.

Because God always brings good from bad.

The pain of life somehow weaves itself into the greater good of who we all are becoming.

The pain that is so hard to push through will get easier week by week, until one day we are at peace.

Life changes so quickly and never on our terms. I’ve told my kids their job is to love, because only love and time can fill that wound.

  • Love the time
  • Share the fun stories
  • Cry the sad tears
  • Mourn the loss
  • Hurt over the pain and despair you feel
  • Love the memories of those you’ve lost
  • Put that love into others, because you need to keep giving that love away

Love.

It’s the only thing we can take with us when we leave this world.

Love gets us into the pain but it also brings us back out on the other side.

So, we have to keep loving.

Even when we don’t feel love.

We adults understand that life ends at any time. We understand what death is. We know  it can come at any given moment. We know in an instant it’s all over. We know every moment is always a chance of being the last moment.

Our children are still learning this.

I know, they’re just chickens.

For this specific instance, yes.

But, there is a much bigger lesson here.

 

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”

— Joan Powers, Pooh’s Little Instruction Book

 

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