I have created this blog as a place to process my journey- as I grieve the loss of our son Benji. You only need to join me if you choose to.☺ Writing is therapeutic for me and though my way of grieving may be completely different from someone else, perhaps my journey will give you a glimpse into what it means to grieve the loss of a child.

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Sunday, March 12, 2017

Living a Legacy

Today it is four years, and I remember it so well.  It was at 7:30 a.m. CST, that Benji went to be with Jesus, and we had to say goodbye (for now) to our “baby”.   Today, he would be 19 if he had lived; I really have a difficult time imagining that!  That was an extremely painful time, and though I still tear up easily when telling Benji’s story, I can honestly say that for me, there is truth to the saying “Time heals all wounds”.  It has helped to take away the rawness of the pain.    

I’ve thought a lot about legacies since Benji’s death.  People leave all kinds of legacies because what we do in life, and how we live out the days we are here, determines how we will be remembered when we’re gone.

I came across the following epithet on the internet:

RAYMOND ALAN "BIG AL" BROWNLEY
“…Big Al had many loves, too. He loved his wife, Agnes Bargo Brownley, who preceded him in death in 1990. He also dearly loved his children and grandchildren.”
But Bill was also “world-renowned for his lack of patience, not holding back his opinion, and a knack for telling it like it is. He was highly proficient at cursing. He liked four-letter words just about as much as four-wheel drive pick-up trucks.”
And on a humorous note, “He had a life-long mé·nage à trois with his homemade chili and Gas-X.”

I had to laugh when I read this, but seriously!?  Is this really all “Big Al” was known for?   

We praise God for Benji’s legacy.  During his final months and especially immediately after his death, we heard from so many people how Benji had impacted their lives in a positive way- many of these were people we have never met.  To this day, we still run into people who tell us this.  One particular instance I vividly recall is when someone sent us a message through a mutual friend.  I don’t know this man, but he said he had come across Benji’s story on Facebook and ended up reading through the entire 9 years of Caringbridge entries.  He had been struggling in his Christian walk, but he told our mutual friend to tell us that because of Benji’s story, he decided to turn his life around and he is changed forever. 

Over the years, I have often wondered what exactly it was about Benji that touched so many, even strangers.

He was far from being a perfect kid; he was no different from any other.  He fought with his brothers, fibbed and talked back to his parents and was stubborn as the dickens!   

He was not a verbal person and I don’t think he made an impact because of the things he said….  He didn’t have a passion for getting involved in the fight to find a cure for CF….  He didn’t pass out tracts or give people literature on how they can have a relationship with Christ….

So what was it?

I don’t think it was because of what he said, but instead, it was often because of what he didn't say, and how he lived his life.  

Benji had a quiet determination to finish what he started and to do what everyone else did
 After Benji’s death, his basketball coach told me about the perseverance Benji modeled during basketball practice.  They would begin every practice with “down and backs” (otherwise known as suicides), and while Benji would have been allowed to sit out for these, his coach said he always did them.  He couldn’t keep up with the other boys, but even though he would have to rest at times, or walk because he was too tired and out of breath to run, he would continue to do them- even after the others had moved on to something else- until he had completed the number they were supposed to do.  The coach said the other boys had no excuse to complain.
 
He was kind 
 I have had various mothers tell me how Benji had been the one to reach out to their child, when their child was new to the school or feeling unaccepted, etc.  I often heard people say that Benji was “everybody’s friend”.   This is a Facebook comment we received following Benji’s death: “So sorry for your loss. I will remember Benji's kind and caring heart as he always went out of his way to talk to my little boys at church.

He was generous 
He was typically quick to share what he had.  Shortly before Benji’s death Allen had asked him what he was going to do with all the cash he had received recently.  I was quite touched and my heart swelled with gratitude and pride when Allen told me his response.  He listed three things he wanted to do with it and while I don’t remember what two and three were, I’ll never forget number one.  In his weak, raspy whisper he said, “First, I’m gonna tithe.” 

He wasn’t angry 
This is something various nurses spoke of; how most teenagers that have to be hospitalized and endure as much as Benji did, are typically angry and difficult to work with.  They were amazed by Benji’s patience and gentle spirit.

He seldom complained about all the things he had to endure in the hospital 
Still do this day, this is one of the things nearly all Benji’s nurses comment about when they speak of who Benji was.  “He never complained”.

He had a peaceful spirit 
After Benji’s bi-lateral lung transplant, he came out intubated (or “vented”, meaning he had a breathing tube down his throat).  We were told that when people are vented they are nearly always kept under sedation, (and at times even have to have restraints), because they get so worked up and it’s difficult to keep them from pulling out their tubes.  The nurses commented about how unusual he was because he was so calm while being vented.  It soon became apparent that Benji wasn’t going to need sedation, and even though it was protocol, and he had to be re-intubated numerous times, they never sedated him again while he was vented.

He maintained that peaceful spirit, even when at death’s door
There were a number of times we thought we might lose Benji, and he thought he might die, but he never panicked and maintained a quiet peaceful spirit through those times.  I’ll never forget how one of the doctors in St. Louis commented that he couldn’t believe Benji’s response when he (the doctor) explained to him that they were going to need to do emergency surgery because of internal bleeding.  The doctor said, he just remained so calm and nodded at him; he showed no fear or concern.

And then there was his computer password
  What a precious discovery to find that my 15 year old son had chosen “inChrist” as his computer password!  He knew his identity was in Christ. 

The following was written by Rhonda Schrock on March 15, 2013…

In Christ
I remember the message that was posted on Tuesday last. “His password, it was ‘inChrist.’” Lump rising in throat, heart squeezing tight in chest, I’m thinking of that boy. Thinking of his mama.

His mama, my sister in Christ, and other-mother-of-four-sons. It was she who’d discovered it; had found the password he’d chosen for his laptop, “inChrist.” He, her baby, the number four and the last. He in Christ, and Christ in him.

For weeks, we’d followed, praying, hoping, rejoicing, grieving with them on the journey. Her flesh and blood, piece of her heart all shaped like a boy, hooked to tubes and wires in a bed far away. Her baby, the number four.

What treasure is packed into earthen vessels when even in dying, there’s a supernatural song of praise. A message of joy. A strong, relentless faith that will not quit. That names His name, that stands in Christ and Christ alone.

In two days, Benji’s mama and daddy will lay his earthly frame to rest, big brothers all attending. But it won’t be goodbye; not for them. It will be a “see you later” and “we’re coming right behind.”  For Benji knew the key, the password that never fails. “In Christ.”


We praise God for Benji's life and the 15 years we had with him. Hopefully his life and story have inspired, (or will inspire), you to live a life that brings glory to God!.

“Our days are numbered. One of the primary goals in our lives should be to prepare for our last day. The legacy we leave is not just in our possessions, but in the quality of our lives. What preparations should we be making now? The greatest waste in all of our earth, which cannot be recycled or reclaimed, is our waste of the time that God has given us each day.”  
Billy Graham


What will my legacy be?


What will your legacy be?



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The way Benji lived his life is what created his legacy, but it is because of what many of you have shared with us, that we are aware of how his life and legacy have affected others.  I was touched while reading again this week, many of the encouraging words we received around the time of his death.  I thought some of you may also be blessed by them…

From some who knew him (or us)
 
Benji, you are such an inspiration to us all. When we are weak, God is made strong! May HIS strength continue to propel you on.”

“Thank you for how faithful you were while you were here, your life and death have been an incredible witness to all who know you, and also to many who never knew you.”

“Benji, I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Your character and faith are an inspiration to so many people. You may never know how big of an impact you've made on the people around you, but it's like your uncle said...you're a hero! The life you've lived has been far from easy, but you've taken it like a champ. You make an impression on the Doctors and medical staff at every hospital you stay at. They all recognize that you're no ordinary kid. You've developed a gift of patience and joyfulness that i think just confuses most of us. Maybe it has something to do with your faith.”

“Benji touched all who knew him and thousands who only knew his story. He surely lived a life IN CHRIST.

“I still need to let you know how much you touched me as I watched you walk the valley. You showed strong patience in suffering. A tremendous warrior like spirit with all the scars from battle to prove it. You were brave mighty warrior!! Your love for family was beautiful and one of the first things ‘our son’ mentioned when we asked what he will miss most of his best friend. You did shine your little light so brightly in this dark world. You were loved ferociously by people all over the world.”


“Benjis life has made us all better people as we have watched him grow up and all the things he had to go through. What a fighter he's been.”

“Cindy I just wanted to share with you that I am in nursing school and I have been sharing your posts with my fellow classmates. Benji encourages us to push on!”



And from some we have never met:

“So many people have been touched by your story and I, for one, am forever changed. Thank you for touching my heart, young man...and I will meet you someday in Heaven.. I love you sweet boy...”

“No one has impacted my life like Benji, Cindy and Allen. I can't quit thinking about Benji, especially. I keep seeing his face and that great smile. The testimony that Cindy gave with each blog really touched me. Then viewing his memorial service and the love everyone had for him was amazing. He must have been the most remarkable boy to ever live. To have always been sick but to at the same time be so funny and loving is remarkable. I just wanted a family member to know that even though I have never met him or his family, they have touched me in an amazing way.  Your family does not grieve alone because even those of us who were touched by him grieve also.”

“Benji has forever touched my life. This Easter held special meaning because of Benji's life and story and I thought of him in heaven enjoying the risen One in person!”

“I need you to know though how much Benji's story has impacted me. I think about being InChrist nearly every day since I read your blog. Although it wasn't a new idea to me, it was like a revelation of the power that comes from being InChrist.”

“I think the thought that strikes me the most is that your precious boy accomplished the job that Christ had here for him. He may be physically gone, but the life he lived and how he lived it will have a rippling effect for many, many years to come. He has obviously touched so many, in so many ways. I am so very thankful that this separation is only temporary, my friend. What a gift we have, as Christians, in knowing that.”

“I have followed Benji's story and am heart-broken to read the news today. My life is just one of the many that he and his family touched.”

 “Benji's love for his Lord, life and family was a mirror of who God is. What a testimony.... Benji's legacy will continue, I have a feeling this isn't the end of the story, it's only beginning. God will use Benji's story many times in the days ahead.”

Thursday, March 12, 2015

A Distant Figure in My Rearview Mirror


STOP!!!

I really would like time to just stop.  
Be put on hold.  
Freeze frame…

Today it is two years since we lost our “baby”.  In some ways, these have probably been the two shortest years of my life; I can hardly believe it’s already been that long! 

As I’ve mentioned other times, my perspective has changed so much since Benji’s death. Previously, I would have thought that one would have had plenty of time to have “moved on”, two years after a death.  I’m so sorry to all of you whom I may have judged about where you were at in your grief process!

For me, as time goes on, the pain isn’t as raw, but it’s still there- just under the surface.  At times, it doesn’t take much for that deep, stabbing pain to resurface and it’s impossible to hold back the flood of tears.  I’m still frequently hit with the realization of how much I miss him and long to hear and see him again. 

I was poignantly reminded again of his absence a couple days ago when, while climbing out of my vehicle to go into a restaurant, a thought flashed through my mind…“do I have Benji’s enzymes with me?”  (We always carried enzymes with us because Benji needed them whenever he ate).  Two years later, I still have moments when my brain goes back to the routines and habits that were part of our lives for so long and the feelings of disappointment and sadness wash over me as I am reminded why those things are no longer necessary.

Though the pain isn’t as raw now, the ache of missing him so much has gotten stronger.  I can’t even begin to explain the deep longing I feel to see him again. 

And as time goes on, the memories of him are beginning to fade; it’s more difficult to remember the sound of his voice and his laugh…  


Yes, at times I wish time would have stopped.  Even during our most anxious moments in those last months of Benji’s life and the initial devastation and pain of his death- I would rather, at times, live the rest of my life in that state because then, Benji was still with us.

Is this what we mean when we say one is “living in the past”, or “wallowing in their pain?”  If so, then I, two years later, am telling you that while I am moving forward, there are times I just want to live in the past and wallow in the pain.  I want to experience those feelings again, as if they were still fresh.

I am SO grateful for photos and videos!  I can’t imagine not ever being able to see his face or hear his voice and his laugh again!  It seems to me that the longing to go back to those times would be even greater without them! 
   
You know, a month after he died, or even two, three, six months, it still felt like my memories were pretty fresh.  But as time goes on, the miles between us just keep growing.  I feel like I’m in a car, driving down the road away from my child, watching him wave goodbye in the rearview mirror.  Our car isn’t going to stop, it’s never going to turn around and my child will never catch up with me.  We will keep driving away from him for the rest of our lives… leaving him further and further behind. I want to go back, at least to the goodbyes or the first mile when I could still see him clearly… I DON’T WANT HIM TO BECOME A DISTANT FIGURE IN MY MIRROR!

 So I want time to stop.  I want to quit driving away from him.

But that’s not how things work.  I can’t go back there.  Ever.  

And it is a good thing that God, out of his love for us, created us in a way that the memories of those excruciatingly painful times do fade.  I wouldn’t be able to bear it, if I constantly lived in the reality of those moments! 

As life is moving on, things in our family are changing. Cory is in Bible College, Aaron is married and Tyler is getting married in May.  I’m enjoying this stage of life and I love the addition of daughters to our family.  But with these changes, (like always), I think about how things would be if Benji were still here- I know he would have loved his two new sisters and I so wish they could have known him. 

I play that “what if” game quite frequently.  Not “what if the medical staff or we had done things differently, could we have saved his life”, but “what if he was still here?”  There have been so many occasions and events that I’ve wished he could be here for, and at those times, I can’t help but ask myself how Benji would have responded or if he would have enjoyed it.

So this is where I’m at in my grief process, two years later.  My biggest struggles are the  “what ifs” and the memories fading in the rearview mirror. 

But time and distance are healing some of the rawness and I continue to cling to my faith in a loving God and the hope of eternal life, and that I will be able to see our dear Benji again.
   
Ultimately, it always comes back to our faith and I will close with the end of a short article I wrote for a periodical last month.

“We believe what I told Benji over and over, “I don’t  know what God’s ultimate plan for your life is, all I know is that: 1) God loves you more than we can ever imagine and 2) He only does what is best for us.”

Is this not what this Easter season is all about?  God proved his love for us by allowing his only son to die a torturous death on the cross and he gave us a purpose for our lives and a hope for our futures by bringing him back to life.  I can’t imagine having to go through the excruciating pain of losing a child without the assurance of God’s love and the knowledge that our son is now in the presence of a living Jesus.  That hope of eternity with Christ is much more tangible than before; we now have someone we loved and nurtured also there, waiting to see us!”

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1



Thursday, March 6, 2014

Why God?



Nearly one year later, I still have a difficult time writing or speaking about Benji’s death without questioning why it happened; it seems like knowing would somehow ease the pain.


To suffer is one thing, to suffer without meaning is another, but to suffer and choose not to press for any meaning is worst of all.  Yet that is the suicidal submission that faith’s suspension of judgment seems to involve.


There are times when we see glimpses of God’s ways but not enough to allow us to make true conclusions about what he is doing and why.  Yet we cannot resist jumping to conclusions anyway. Then, being insistent as well as inquisitive, we refuse to suspend judgment, and our wrong conclusions so misrepresent God that we end by doubting him.  But if the Christian’s faith is to be itself and let God be God at such times, it must suspend judgment and say, ‘Father, I do not understand you, but I trust you’.”

-OS Guinness, “Be Still My Soul

The above was a quote I had posted on Caringbridge in the March 5th journal entry, one week prior to Benji’s death, and I followed it with this: 

“I don’t understand why God hasn’t provided Benji with a liver and pancreas yet when everyone was so certain it would happen so quickly. I hope and pray, but I don’t know if Benji will remain stable long enough to get the transplant. However, I am again choosing to trust when I don’t understand and to still my soul by “resting in the knowledge that God is there, God is good, and God knows best.” It may be a suspension of my personal judgment but it is also the only thing that brings peace to my soul!!! -CB, 03-05-13


It has been a really rough year! I miss Benji so much- unspeakably so- and at this rate, I think it could be rough for quite a while yet.  As I stated above, my faith and the ‘suspension of my personal judgment’ is  still the only thing that brings peace to my soul but my human nature just can’t stop wondering...  I would so love to understand the reasons why.


OS Guinness said that suspending our judgment without understanding is not only difficult, it’s suicidal.  Sometimes it nearly feels that way.


I hope God doesn’t have a problem with my continual questions.  I don’t think he does…. as long as I’m not demanding an answer.  


Oh how I miss this kid and his many faces!





Saturday, November 16, 2013

Leaning in....

Have you ever heard the phrases, “Lean into the wind”, or Lean into the turn?” I hadn’t realized that “lean into….” had become a rather popular phrase until I recently did a Google search on it. The reason I did was because in our grief group we were told to “lean into our grief.” What exactly did they mean by that?

Here are some definitions and quotes I came across in my search-

Definition of "lean into...":
-be assertive, go aggressively and fearlessly, be proactive etc.
-go with it, don’t fight it or avoid it.