Saturday evening, Tim and I rode to Garrison, Ohio, with another couple from KCU to attend the visitation of a16 year-old boy named Drew who was electrocuted during a welding accident this past week. His grandparents work with my husband, and we wanted to be there to express our love to them in this time of deep sadness.
When we arrived, the visitation line was well outside the door and groups of people stood around the parking lot in small huddles crying and visiting before leaving the funeral home. As we walked through the funeral home in a winding fashion, we were able to see the story of Drew’s life unfold through photographs and other things that showed Drew’s personality and passions. He was a farm boy who loved to ride his horse. His smile was beautiful and you could tell from the pictures that this family shared many wonderful memories.
Drew’s grandpa told us that they had spent the past two days clearing out a section of their 500-acre farm where Drew had always said he was going to build his house when he grew up. That part of the farm will now be a family cemetery.
Drew’s grandpa said with a tear-filled smile, “It is so beautiful, and it helped us all to have something to do together the past couple of days.”
Please whisper a prayer for Drew’s family every time you think of them. His mom is really struggling, and my heart breaks for her tonight. I remember that early chest-crushing grief so vividly, and I know that only time will lessen that feeling of being unable to breathe deeply.
Tonight, I am wondering how Drew’s mom, dad, sister, and other family members are doing. When I hugged his grandma, she asked through tears, “When will it be over?” I didn’t have an answer.
I knew deep inside it never really is, but I also knew it does get easier……..
Hearing those words (“It will get easier”) seems meaningless when you are in deep agony, though, so I chose to just hug her and tell her I love her. She said, “I’m going to need to talk to you later.” and I replied, “I’ll be here.”
The truth is, I have no words to fix their pain.
Only His Words can do that……..and time.
Lifting up a hurting family to the One who promises to be close to the broken hearted,
In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache. My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at 
Prayers for Drew’s family and friends… ((( Tammy ))) Sometimes, all we can do ( or should do ) is just what you did…. hug ’em, let them know you care and give them later opportunities to talk… all you need to do is listen… but this, I’m sure, you already know, my dear.
HIS,
patti
I am so sorry. You are right that there are no words to fix grief, it has to be experienced and there is no way out but through it. However you are a very comforting and loving person who has walked that road, I can see why she would need you. I am sure that more than a lot of people, she knows that you truly understand and it helps when you know that someone else understands what you’re going through. God bless you Tammy. I am keeping you and Drew’s family in my prayers.