I am a huge Michael Jordan fan. Grew up on a steady diet of watching the Bulls win championships. I dreamed of being like Mike, I wanna be like Mike. (Insert Gatorade commercial here). I love using 23 on my usernames when my full name isn’t available. I choose 23 when I can and I think it’s a lucky number! I love Mike. Even to the point that I put his team logo on a tattoo on my left shoulder. (Paying for that mistake of not making it the flight symbol or something 23..)
Regardless, the number 23 has taken a turn for me. Our family has recently embraced tradegy. I say embraced because in the midst of tradegy you can either let the river of emotion sweep you away or you can swim with it, find the bank and climb your way out.
I embrace the opportunity to swim with it. I embrace the opportunity to keep my head above water, all the while hoping that this was just a dream. Reality is it’s not a dream and we recently had our two sons Tom Walter and Tank Walter leave us to be with Jesus.
It’s been hard. It’s been a fog. It’s been challenging to keep to the positives in life but that is what I want to do. I really want to serve Jesus by walking through the journey, embracing the tradegy and showing everyone that I don’t walk on my strength but on God’s strength. I’m not sure how I am doing this but I can tell you it is in a large part to my wife Carleigh. She is an amazing woman.
Yes, I had to endure things that no one ever wants. Yes, I felt part of the process as well as a helpless bystander as I watched the incredible staff at Woman’s Hospital provide Carleigh, Tom and Tank with the best possible care. It was tough but…
I didn’t have to endure the first 23 weeks of pregnancy.
I didn’t have to endure the laser surgery to correct the Twin to Twin Tranfusion Syndrome.
I didn’t have to endure the pain of so much that happened on Black Friday in 2012.
I was a “bystander”.
Carleigh was the champ. She confidently walked with me and Jesus as we had to make hard decision after hard decision on both trying to save our boys as well as keeping her safe. In it all, she cared for our boys, loved our boys and would endure anything for our two boys. Any of our kids for that matter. But when you hear her story and see how much she had to endure and how much she loved our boys, you would understand the strength and resolve of her faith. She could have been broken and angry instead she was broken with grace. That is amazing. Amazing still is to be a woman who chooses to love God and believe that he is in control in all things in the midst of the storm.
Trusting that we as parents did all we could for our boys, I feel insignificant as a man and as a person.
Her strength and resolve through it all was unbelievable. She was a force of love for Tom and Tank that wouldn’t let anything stop her trying her best to keep them alive and well. Unfortunately her body couldn’t agree with her spirit and since the Dr’s had fumbled the referral process, the hospital failed to deliver a report and were unable to see the signs, there was no stopping the delivery our boys.
23 weeks for a premature baby is too early. That we were sure of.
Maybe it was Jesus sparing us the hardache and pain of watching them go through life challenged. Maybe this crazy world would be too much for them and it was going to be too hard on them. I don’t know why, but I trust that Jesus spared my boys pain in order to save them and us from bring them to life everlasting. I trust…
I spoke with a friend in the last couple of weeks. He knows grief and loss. He lost his dad in his prime and as a boy he was only 13 when a drunk driver brought an end to his dad’s life. He is all too familiar with the struggle of why’s and what if’s. And yet today he shared a verse with me. A verse that was Isaiah 57:1-2. “the righteous perish, and no one ponders it in his heart; devout men are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil. Those who walk uprightly, enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.”
No one knows for certain why this happened and yes there were medical errors leading to the chance of the boys survival to be minimal. But what do we really know about what happened except that you have a family in grief and trusting in their Lord? I’ll tell you it isn’t me and it isn’t my strength as a person. My testiment to that is the amount of red wine I have been drinking to help myself sleep!
What it is, is God walking closely beside my family. He has given us so much. i am thankful for so much. I have three healthy children, a lovely wife, a great job, a house that has too many unfinished projects but i have a house! I have food for my family and a ton of close friends who are willing to walk along side us at any given moment. I cannot even begin to list the friends who have shown us compassion and love.
I am thankful. I also need to be thankful for the poor things in life. the bad things that leave me in a fog. The challenges that leave me numb to my core. Then can God really care for me, hold me and my family and give us the joys that he wants to. Another friend told me to try to welcome and be thankful for the tough things in life, because that is what we are called to.
I want to be called to righteousness and I want to be refined by fire. I think that it is happening. Although I am human and I am drinking a little too much wine in order to find sleep at night, I know that I am saved by grace. I am loved and I am cared for. Now I need to do the same for the people in my family who remain and be strong, love, and growth with because they are still my gifts that remain. I may hurt, but i have so very much to be thankful for, and I just pray I don’t lose sight of that grace.
I’m thankful for this one…
And this one…
Especially this one…
They are the ones who remain…they are where I can focus my love. In the meantime I am working through where I want to put my new tattoo.
Unfortunately this one will have 23…
and it could be the start of my era of body art.
This is what I’ve come up with so far…
And this…
I’ll never forget, I will heal, I will fogive, and I will continue to be thankful for God’s Grace…
And her name is Carleigh.