It's six months since my little nephew died.

The day Oliver died
17 December 2016, the Day Oliver died

On the 17th December 2016 my little 8 year old nephew died after a brief fight with illness following a strep throat which triggered a very rare and fatal syndrome called HLH (Hemophagocytic Lymphohistiocytosis).

The easiest part of parenting is talking to other parents about how very hard it is to be a parent. The hardest part of parenting is coming to terms with the mortality of a child. There is nothing lighthearted or flippant about this – the topic is so painful and dark it is very difficult to find any light or hope. And yet, my faith compels me to acknowledge there is. I would be a hypocrite if I didn’t point to the truth, to honestly speak of what lies in my heart, buried deep within the murk of parental fears and the anguish of grief.

I know that everything we have is a gift to us, we are guardians and caretakers of all we have. These things do not belong to us and even though they may be our dearest treasures and we are tempted to love these gifts more than we love the Giver, we have to remain centred in the knowledge that all we see and hold are not only temporal but also temporary.

But when it comes to our children it’s just so very difficult isn’t it? They are the treasures we have in our firmest grip, the ones we wish to hold on to the tightest.

The Enemy, Satan, is described as a thief and that is truly how I felt when my young nephew died last December, that we had been robbed, that his life in all it’s potential had been stolen. Any of the joy in all of his future birthday celebrations have been stolen, any future grandchildren my sister and husband could have had from him have been stolen. Not only that but they, and us all, had been physically robbed of all joy, comfort and energy in the immediate weeks after his death. Christmas was stolen too. I didn’t expect this but the relationship with my best-friend sister I once knew had even been stolen, it’s changed from the light-hearted easy going thing it was, into something filled with jagged edges of pain. She has a closed door in her heart to a room I haven’t been in.

It’s really hard in all of that to find any joy or hope, anything good at all.

Early last year sometime I watched a movie about a true story of a little boy who supposedly died and came back to life. When I hear these stories, I’m always a bit sceptical, they seem a little far fetched or unbelievable, even though I do believe in life after death and the resurrection. The question I always ask is WHY? Why would God send a child back to this world when heaven is a better place to be? Wouldn’t it be better for the child if they stayed with Him? What struck me most about that film was the scene where the father, a pastor, pleaded for the life of his child. He begged God to allow his child to stay on earth, and so he does. The little boy says he saw Jesus who told him he was going back but the boy actually wanted to stay in heaven! At that point the thought crossed my mind that if I truly believed that heaven is a better place than earth, then it would be a selfless act of any parent to allow their child to die. Perhaps if my child was ever at the point of death, I should deny myself and willingly allow them to go?

It was very much an argument of the head and not of the heart! How little was I to know that within the year I would be pleading for my nephew’s life and selfishly begging for my kids to be spared from having inherited the same syndrome.

After Oliver died I read C.S. Lewis’s book ‘A Grief Observed’ where he comes to terms with his wife’s death. This passage struck me:

I never even raised the question of whether a return, if it were possible, would be good for her. I want her back as an ingredient of my past. Could I have wished her anything worse? Having got once through death, to come back and then at some later date, have all her dying to do over again? They call Stephen the first martyr. Hadn’t Lazarus the rawer deal?

Of course it would be better for any child not to have to endure the suffering this world provides. That they are better off not having to grow up and experience the possibility of what we are experiencing ourselves now, as parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. There is no doubt that if we believe in the bodily resurrection, and this life on earth is just a drop in the ocean of eternity, that we have a promise of hope ahead of us to lift the darkness. The problem though is how we deal with the pain of suffering and grief for the moment. How do we transfer what we believe in our hearts into our actions?

Grief is so physical, your whole body feels it. My sister and brother-in-law’s faces changed, red-eyed and staring, their skin greyed,  lines appeared suddenly where there weren’t any before. Their forms bent and curled inwards as if to protect their broken hearts, finding it hard to speak or eat or think about anything else. My sister says now the worst is not being able to hold him again, it’s the physical nature of loss that is so keen. As a consequence I am trying to hold my children a little closer and a little longer.

In those first days and weeks I walked around at times feeling like a shaken-up bottle of cola with the lid on the verge of being cracked open. I felt compelled to escape from groups in order to allow the tears to permit some temporary relief. Those moments are not constant any more for me, but for them, his parents, it’s a daily struggle and a lonely walk. 

Apart from trying to navigate the turbulence of our body’s sufferings, there is also the torment of the journey of the mind. I had many questions about why this has happened. I have been angry with God for allowing death to rear it’s ugly head in our lives again after the untimely and traumatic death of my father all those years ago. I hate how its evil stench has crept back into my sister’s home and lingers across all of ours too. It is distressing to see how much they are burdened by this heavy load for which I am unable offer much relief. It’s not that I question the existence of God, I know that he is good, it’s just that I didn’t feel it. I identify with Lewis when he says:

“The real danger is of coming to believe such dreadful things about Him. The conclusion I dread is not, ‘So there’s no God after all,’ but, ‘So this is what God’s really like. Deceive yourself no longer.’”

They say time heals, and it’s true, the sharp edges of grief of my father’s death have been worn down over nearly two decades to blunt knives that twist occasionally. In small ways it has eased with missing little Oli too, but ever so slowly and never completely will my sister and brother-in-law come to terms with their loss. They put on a brave face to the world and they are comforted by friends and family; bravery and comfort helps for a while but there needs to be hope too, in something greater and more permanent, otherwise when those desert us, all we have left is ourselves and our grief.

We know we have been robbed and so what we long for with all our hearts is repayment for our loss, we seek redemption. I know death and specifically the death of a child, is so abhorrent to us because it’s so unnaural. It was not what God intended and so it took great measures for Him to redeem us from it – a supreme act of love and sacrifice, the life of His son.

Lewis observes:

When we all experience pain, a little courage helps more than much knowledge, a little human sympathy more than much courage, and the least tincture of the love of God more than all.

I could flounder around looking throughout the world for answers to put find meaning in all this but there is only one place I know for certain where I will find truth and that is in God’s word. This is the passage I read randomly this morning in the Daily Bread Bible reading booklet:

Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die” (John 11:25–26). Often when confronted with death, we are tempted to either deny how painful it is or to live without hope, only seeing the grief. In this passage, Jesus holds together both the horror of death and the sure promise of life. Because death is a tragic distortion of God’s good creation, Jesus as the Resurrection and Life is all that is opposed to it. If we read the whole story of Lazarus’s resurrection, we see a fuller picture of how Jesus responds to death and grief. He is “deeply moved” and “troubled” (John 11:33) and He weeps (v. 35). Seeing death in all its horror, He defiantly overcomes it and raises Lazarus to life. Jesus’s shout, “Lazarus, come out!” (v. 43) points to the hope of our own bodily resurrection.

It’s clear that Jesus is the only one who sheds light on both grief and death as well as hope and life. There is no other way to find solace or consolation. In fact, more than that, there is joy in knowing that we have a hope of resurrection and being reunited with those we miss and long for.

I find it a comfort knowing I am not alone in this world that has been tainted by pain, sorrow and death. For a time I have been Lewis’s man in the dark who thinks he is in a cellar or dungeon but:

Then there comes a sound. He thinks it might be a sound from far off—waves or wind-blown trees or cattle half a mile away. And if so, it proves he’s not in a cellar, but free, in the open air. Or, it may be a much smaller sound close at hand—a chuckle of laughter. And if so, there is a friend just beside him in the dark.

More than that even, not only am I not alone but that there is a real and true solution to our worst fears and a hope for what we desire the most: redemption for all that is, and all who are, lost, broken, destroyed or stolen.

We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. …

It is written: “I believed; therefore I have spoken.”Since we have that same spirit of[c] faith, we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you to himself. All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal2 Corinthians 4:8-18

24 thoughts on “It's six months since my little nephew died.”

  1. I do not think I can even begin to imagine what it is like to lose a child. When my friend Joey died over 30 years ago I saw how his dad was so tore up he literally wasted away over time consumed by grief. With that in mind I always live in that certain type of worry for my daughter. Even though she is grown with a family of her own and no longer speaks to me, I never want to one day receive that call in the night telling me what I dread to hear.

    God gives us children to love, to raise, to nurture, to grow older with, but they are only “on loan” to us. But that means nothing when we love them so, so much we cannot see the forest for the trees. We as God’s children, and the children He gives us, are His and we will one day return to Him. Some He calls home much sooner than we expect. And it breaks our hearts terribly. There is no denying that. I guess all any of us can do in such a situation is cry when we need to cry, get angry when we need to get angry, and grow in our trust in God as we grow through it.

    I am at the opposite end of this spectrum right now as I see my dad’s health failing. Sure, losing an aged parent is somewhat easier than losing a child. Of that there is no doubt. Either way all anybody can do is trust God knowing that because of the work Jesus did on the cross we have the guarantee of eternal life. One day we all will be reunited in heaven. Life and death here on earth really, really stink and Satan will use it to bring us down. Jesus crushed the power of death. That we know to be true. And though grief is something we all feel as a normal reaction to death (as Jesus did with His friend Lazarus), we cannot let the enemy use that grief against us. That is where trust, love, and time are the keys to healing.

    I am lifting you and your sister in prayer even now — for your healing and healing for your sister and her family. Please stay strong and trust the Lord with your pain. You will get through this. HE will get you through this. Love & blessings.

    1. Thank you Liz for your thoughtful and kind comments. I am sorry to hear that you and your daughter don’t speak anymore. It is certainly a comfort to me knowing how many of my friends are praying and although I know my faith has been tossed about, it hasn’t been broken and I don’t believe I will ever lose it – I know how crafty the enemy is.

          1. It may take him a bit longer still, we women find it so much easier to be vulnerable and to make friends. I was thinking yesterday how much I turn to others to meet my needs when really Jesus is the only one who can in all sufficiency. Your husband may find comfort and solace in the Word.

  2. Hi Liberty, thank you for sharing your grief and your hope. I was given a glimpse of being in God’s presence a few years ago and you’re right, I didn’t want to leave. On the other side of the coin, I had cancer a few years ago and was told that I had a 17% chance of being alive in 5 years. That was 12 years ago. But when I first knew that I had cancer, I cried, not for myself so much but rather for those that I would miss. I’ve never lost a child or a grandchild and I am sure I cannot even remotely imagine the hurt that comes with that. The only thing I can do is hug you from afar. Love and blessings, in Christ.

  3. I was in a cemetery last Wednesday and as I walked about I noticed the number of young people who died. One was my best friends son who took his own life. We often relax as our children grow out of childhood. And then we become a grandparent and we start to worry again.
    C S Lewis should be on every person’s bedside table alongside their Bible.

  4. I’ve been sitting here trying to compose the words to simply say “thank you”. Such a hard topic to cover, one that hits home in a similar sort of way for myself. I’m blown away by the strength that God has given you to write words of hope and light in such a situation. I truly appreciate your heart here and thank you for being so vulnerable. Loss of a child is heartbreaking and confusing, but I know our God has a bigger plan. I’ll be praying for you, your sister and brother-in-law, and your whole family to find peace.

    1. A huge thank you to you too for your lovely words of encouragement and support. His kindness has been made so evident to me through the words of friends and strangers. I’m realising more and more how our faith can be meaningless unless it is tested, it’s easy to say you trust God when everything is going smoothly! I hope I can be an encouragement to others too.

  5. I’ve been reading about the loss of your nephew Oli. I am so sorry. It’s really hard to be the bystander to grief, when you see someone you love in such pain. My great friend and I see each other most days and it’s been a long road the past almost four years since she lost her son.
    I have no faith at all and she has tremendous faith. Many a discussion we enjoy about both views. It’s been a great comfort to her as have our lovely local priests.
    I’m so sorry for your sister, her husband and your whole family. Losing a child sends massive ripples, right down to the cousins and friends. I’m not sure if your sister has accessed ‘Anam Cara’ but they have quite literally saved my friend. In case you’ve not heard of them they are an organisation for parents who’ve lost children regardless of the age of the child.
    Look after yourself. xx

    1. Thanks Tric for all your kind comments. She lives in the UK and they have resources there too. She is such a strong person and I feel so weak in comparison, in spite of the fact that I have some faith to lean on. I trust that will be a source of comfort to your friend’s grieving family too. Take care yourself, this is a long journey with unexpected encounters with moments of pain. xx

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