When my son's friend, Ben, unexpectedly died this last April everything changed. When you're 8 years old, you don't expect people to die and you certainly never think about a friend dying. And when a person near and dear to you dies, you are forever changed in so many ways.
We shed a lot of tears and had many deep and sad conversations…as we still do these 5 months later. My son told me lots of stories about Ben and shared his thoughts and memories, and we laughed and cried and hugged a lot….as we still are.
My son went through many stages of grief in the first hours and days and weeks after Ben's death.
People told me, "When he asks if he'll die, it's OK to tell him no." And they always added, "…and he'll ask…"
But my son didn't ask that question. He knew the answer to that question….of course he'll die. We'll all die one day. This is not a scary realization to my son. We believe in God and this is a comfort when thinking of a death…anyone's death.
The question my son asked was much harder. He asked this the day we learned of Ben's death and is still asking this question. And I don't really have an answer for him. My son's question is this, "Why did Ben get only 9 years to live his life?"
Now, the thing you have to understand about my son is that he's exceptional in the way he processes information and emotions and understands words and human nature. He will often know exactly what I'm thinking without me saying a thing.
My son started talking when he was 5 months old. By the time he was 18 months old we could have full conversations. And in these conversations he would tell me about being with God and Jesus and describe God's feet and tell me about the time before he was conceived when he was still with God, the time he referred to as "when I didn't have skin." These stories gave me chills then and still do now.
He no longer remembers these things, and I'm glad I wrote them down at the time. But when an 18 month old child tells you such memories, it's hard not to believe them. He had no prior knowledge of what God or Jesus looked like…and he didn't describe Jesus as our storybooks portray him. These stories were told matter-of-factly and were comforting to him. If I ever said something had happened before he was alive, my son would correct me and say, "You mean before I was born" as if it was two very different things.
So, my point is, this is not the kind of child you can tell falsehoods to. I wasn't about to tell him, "Don't worry this won't happen to you" and I wasn't going to come up with some short and sweet made up answer to why Ben got only 9 years to live.
My answer was the truth…"I don't know."
My husband's grandmother recently passed away after reaching far into her nineties, and his grandfather passed away a few years ago at 99.5 years old. And a friend/past co-worker of my husband's died last month after celebrating his 100th birthday, a few months prior.
So, why did these people get so many years on earth while others get so few?
I have two cousins whose lives were cut short…in my opinion…but I suppose they had the number of years here in their earthly bodies as they were supposed to have…regardless of our heartbreak over their early departures. I asked this same question when each of my sweet, kind cousins died; one having just gotten out of college and embarking on a brilliant career, the other leaving behind 2 small children.
Maybe it's because some people don't need very long to do what others need many years to do. Maybe it's because God needed them back home with Him. Maybe one person's death will lead to great and wonderful things for other people. Maybe there is no reason our minds can grasp. Maybe it's none of these things. Or maybe there is no explanation at all.
But we are people of reason. We look for the whys and the hows and what fors in everything we do, whether exploring science or history or human nature or cooking or reading a story or doing a math problem or repairing a car and on and on and on. And when we can't figure out an answer, we are frustrated and irritated and sometimes stuck. We like answers; we like solving mysteries; we like being able to explain a cause or effect.
And yet, there are some questions, some life events, that we cannot reason through or apply a formula or run tests or find a sufficient answer for ever in our lifetimes. This is one of those questions.
But we are praying folks, and what we can do is pray for an answer that gives us peace or for the peace of not knowing the answer.
What we do know is that when Ben died, there were 3 people who received organs from him. And we rejoice for the lives that were changed, extended, renewed because of Ben's death. It is our prayer that those people will live well and feel Ben's energy {or Benergy, as Ben's family called it} coursing through their veins and never take for granted their own lives. In fact, it's a good reminder to all of us to never take for granted our own lives or the lives of those whom we love. Over and out…
Anna