Awful, tragic, terrible, sadness, anger, shocked, senseless. These were all words that came out of my mouth when I heard about Newtown’s tragedy. My heart just aches for the families and community of Newtown, Connecticut.

Tears stream down my cheek as I write this thinking about what has happened to these families. I think about the presents under the Christmas trees that will not be opened by those whose name is on the package. I think about the Christmas church programs that are missing little ones singing and reciting their Christmas pieces in front of the church. I think about brothers and sisters who cannot share their Christmas excitement with their siblings. I think about moms and dads, grandmas and grandpas, that don’t think they can go on another day because their grief is so unbearable.

I know about the unbearable and excruciating grief of losing a child. The grief that takes over your life, the grief where you wonder if you can get out of bed, the grief where out of nowhere you start to cry, and the grief where you question your belief in God wondering why this happened to us. I know because our family lost a 3 1/2 month baby girl, my granddaughter, Ainsley.

Both my husband and I tried to be strong for our daughter and son-in-law, all while grieving ourselves. And I felt so inadequate because even though I wanted to be strong, I failed miserably. How do you help your 26-year-old daughter plan a funeral for her daughter? It was not right. And I know there are grandparents going through the same situation in Newtown. I pray for their strength to help their children and grandchildren.

I can’t say that I know what these families are going through entirely, but I know what it feels like to have a child die unexpectedly. I know they are trying to make sense of what happened. And that’s the irony of the situation. There is no sense in this tragedy or in my granddaughter’s death.

It just doesn’t make sense

I still have a very difficult time going back to the day she passed away. It was a nightmare, plain and simple. After her death I was angry. Very angry. But after a period of anger and utter sadness, I knew I couldn’t go on like this. I prayed to God and turned over my anger and frustration to him. I couldn’t deal with my unanswered questions.  It was only after giving it to God that I could accept it. Even though there were some disturbing things that went on at the daycare, I knew in my heart the daycare provider was a good person. She just made some really bad choices that day. The Newtown families will be facing horrifying memories and feelings of sadness, anger, frustration, and despair. I want the Newtown families to know their fallen children are okay. Jesus loves their children. And they are waiting in heaven in anticipation for their family to join them.

One thing I learned through this experience was how faith gets you through, step by step, doing things you never thought you could do. I also realized there are questions that I am just not going to know the answer. And, I am okay with that … now. It took a while to accept. I trust that God knows best and maybe there is a reason I don’t know the answers. I am at peace with that and that is my wish for the families of Newtown if they don’t get the answers they are looking for.

Everyone grieves differently and the families should be allowed to do that. One thing that my daughter and her husband did as part of that grieving process was put in a full-page obituary in our local newspaper. Very unconventional, but therapeutic for them. They wanted everyone to know about their little girl like they knew her. The families of Newtown will all grieve in their own ways. No one should tell them how they should grieve or how long they should grieve, but rather help them through the process, even if it just to listen. I wish for the community of Newtown to be present, to listen, and to share tears. I also hope they will find ways to take their grief and find some positive outcomes… however small. By using their grief to help someone or something will give them a sense of empowerment of finding a little good in something so tragic. And that is my wish for them.

Taking a tragic event and turning it into something positive is what my daughter and son-in-law did. The memorial money was seed money for a scholarship fund in their daughter’s name. They have named two $1000 scholarship recipients, one each in the last two years. To fund the scholarship, they sponsor two fundraisers yearly. One is a memorial garden located at our local hospital. The garden is to remember children, babies, stillborns, and miscarriages that have left this earth too soon. People donate money for flowers and stepping stones with their loved one’s name. The second fundraiser is a softball tournament. My very first blog was about the softball tournament and how we tied pork into the event.

What I remember most is Ainsley loved playing peek-a-boo and her belly laugh was contagious! You couldn’t help but laugh with her. For quite some time after her death I was sad and angry. I couldn’t make any sense of it. I didn’t understand why she left us that day. But I have finally found peace and here is why:

Jesus replied, “You Don’t Understand What I am Doing, But Someday You Will.”

There is a reason I don’t know everything that happened that day. I trust God knows best. Who am I to argue with that? Some day I will know. And I am okay with that. Finally. 

Today and every day I miss her. She would have loved her brothers and sister. But as painful as it is, I know God is with us. Every. Single. Day. 

During the past six years, it has gotten a little easier, but yet there are days that I still feel very sad. Days where I can’t hold back the tears. But then I remember what our Pastor told us during her funeral. “All is well with Ainsley.” Words I will never forget.

Her death also puts life into perspective. I am reminded some days how petty we can be over things that really don’t matter. Family matters. Life matters. 

Child Loss: "You Don't Understand What I Am Doing
You don’t understand. . .

So on this day, we remember her. Our family remembers her. We will spend time reflecting on our lives and our families. And appreciate the blessings we have in our life. 

Ainsley
Love you Ainsley.

 

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10 Comments

  1. This brings tears to my eyes, but also tears of joy that you know the Lord and God is so good. We don’t know why…but one day we will and we will be reunited with our lost loved ones in Heaven. It’s the only thing that has gotten me through the loss of my dad unexpectedly last spring. Thank you for sharing.

  2. Thank you for sharing your remembrance, Wanda. Your grand-daughter’s earthly life was was too short and like you said, it is ever so hard to understand why some of our children are taken so young. It’s been 20 years since our son Matthew died (age 3-1/2). Yesterday I saw 4 butterflies on the sedum next to our house and butterflies always remind me of him! The pang of grief surged again in my heart… Like you, I know where my child is and I never have to worry about him. I just have to be patient and know that I will see him again some day…. May God continue to bless you and your family!

    1. I am sorry for your loss. I am reassured I will see her again and like I said, the words of our pastor “All is well with Ainsley”. I will never forget those words. God bless.

  3. God bless you & your family. Someday all things will come to light. Until then we just keep leaning on the everlasting arms of Jesus.

  4. This tugs so hard at my heart! Tears just fall as I read… I remember that day! Ive done a remembering ceremony at fmc medical center for sweet Ainsley and my daughter Merissa that left us so soon too! It’s devestating… Life changing! God, time and family help you through but the loss of a child is a loss indescribable!!! An emptiness that you can feel forever! Even though I sing praises that my baby is in heaven, I wish she was here for me to love and hold again everyday!! Praying for your dear hearts!!! ?????❤️

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