Posted on 04/12/2016 12:07:42 AM PDT by Marie
Today, we found out that we've lost our 22 year old son.
He'd been missing for a couple of days and they found the body this evening. He wrecked his motorcycle and ended up in a ditch where nobody could see.
I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to accept this. I don't know what to do with this.
And I can't pray.
I'm not mad at G-d or anything like that. I mean that I have no words. I don't know how.
Can you please pray for me? Just add me to your prayer list for a little while?
I cannot grasp that this loving young man is gone from my life forever. I don't know how to be all right with that.
I know that I need to sleep, but that seems like such a strange thing to do. I don't know how to function. What's normal when he's not on this planet?
Dear Lord, I miss him so much already.
((((hugs))))
That is all.....and more prayers.....
Prayers sent. May our heavenly Father give you a big hug.
God bless you and keep you in your time of loss. Prayers for you and your family.
My deepest sympathies to you and your family.
I will be praying for you as your grieve. Please know that we are here and you are in our thoughts and prayers.
It may not seem like it now, but you will make it. God will see you through this very painful time.
Father, please hold Marie close as she grieves for her beloved son. Please watch over and comfort the family. We ask in Jesus’ name. Amen.
Marie -—you and your son — and your family will be in my prayers tonight and for time to come. I believe in the spirit living on, and I’m sure your son’s spirit is close to you now. Let him help you in the days to come.
(((((hugs)))))
I’m so sorry. I lost my brother in a motorcycle accident 16 years ago. It was very painful. What happens is that a hole opens up in your world, and it doesn’t go away, and it doesn’t fill. It’s just there; it’s always there. You just find some way to move forward but the hole is there. Prayers for you and your family.
So sad for you! Adding my prayers
Some things you may find yourself doing don't be alarmed it is part of it. Walking into his room, keeping lots of pictures of him near you, talking to him especially when you see the picture, remembering things either which were cherished or remembering things you regretted. You may have very vivid feels like very real dreams of him at night. Going to the persons grave often is normal especially in the first few months. Having trouble on certain holidays, birthdays etc can be an emotional roller coaster.
Never forget the promises for us through Jesus Christ. Find happiness when you can and enjoy it. Don't feel guilty for being happy or laughing. It is part of the healing process as much as grieving is and a very necessary part of healing. GOD be with you and your family.
Lord Jesus,
Bringing to you the very heart, mind and soul of Marie as she bears this terrible news so very difficult to grasp and understand...... May she sense your presence as she weathers this great storm of emotions, questions and uncertainty.......give her a soft pillow to land on and all those appointed to be there for her when her needs are great..... And most of all be for her when she cannot be for herself.......
In your name and all for your Glory,
Amen
Thank you, fatima.
Believe it or not, hubby’s last day with the army was on Friday. He’s retiring right now.
Oh Marie, and P-Marlowe, I grieve with you both. I lost my 15 year old son 20 months ago. It is not a “normal” thing to bury your child. I understand not being able to pray.... my son died while I was talking to God. I could not even breathe for a while, let alone pray. It took me over a year to even be able to acknowledge here on Free Republic that I had lost him. I never even asked for a prayer thread. It was just too painful.
Someday, when you are ready, ask me and I will freepmail you a letter I wrote about how God answered a prayer and assured me my darling son was with Him. In the meantime, if you need someone to talk to I am available. Sometimes you need a stranger to bounce things off of, just to see how it sounds.
Prayers up for you and your family, Marie.
Oh lord.....prayers for you my dear
I showed this thread to my wife and three boys today
It got their attention and empathy
None of us can fix but we sure would if we could
Sometimes life feels unbearable
I’m sure a not pious fairly bad historically old man but prayer in times like these is all there is
And it helps....it truly does
I’m just so terribly sorry....I can’t imagine
Damn motorcycles....and I ride too I can’t deny it
Boys are just drawn to them....ma’am...I wish I had the words
I am so sorry for your loss. Your pain comes through the words you have written. My prayers are with you.
Yes, I will pray for you and the soul of your son.
Just open your soul to God, give Him "permission" to stare at you. Stare back at Him. That is prayer deeper than words...
Peace will come to you, slowly at first, but it will come.
I can’t thank you all enough for the outpouring of love.
Today was bad. Can’t see it getting better. Ever.
For every parent and every person who’s shared their stories of grief, I’ve got to thank you.
I need to see that more than you know. I need your examples even more than I need your empathy. I need to *see* that it’s possible to be whole again. That there will be a hole in my life, but that I will have a life.
Because right now I can’t imagine a life without him in it.
My heart didn’t just break. It’s breaking over and over and over again and I’m so sick of crying, but my body won’t quit it.
My husband and I are taking comfort in his FB page. So many people are writing in. Our son touched so many lives for the better. Some people only met him once, but he awoke something inside of them that’ll last a lifetime. He genuinely loved people - all people - and he reached out to someone every day of his life. He dragged people out of their depression and took them on an adventure. He helped a man clean up from drug addiction. Spent two weeks nursing him through detox. He gave his bike to a homeless man. He picked up strangers at bars and kept them safe until they were sober again. He volunteered for the homeless and the food bank and for our soldiers. He’d drag his friends out with him and showed them how awesome it was to help your fellow man. He helped people with minor medical issues who didn’t have insurance. Met one guy when he picked him up off the street with a broken nose. My son reset his nose, fed him, and they were best friends after that. Met another motorcyclist at a red light and they ended up spending the day together. My son showed him all of the local sites and bought the man dinner.
I remember one young woman that he came across was in a bad depression. He dragged her out rock climbing and fishing until she was laughing again.
When we’d go shopping, he’d seek out the grumps, strike up a conversation and make them laugh.
Above all, he was a teacher. One woman said that she brought her electric bike to him for repair. He didn’t just fix her bike, he took a full day to teach *her* how to fix her bike. She said that she can wrench on the thing all by herself and has never had to ask for help again.
He’d literally give a stranger the shirt off his back (and probably did). He wanted to empower people.
He lived more, and gave more, in 22 years than most people do in a lifetime.
He was our family’s laughter and spice. He was a genuinely good person.
Life is going to be so boring without him.
Nobody drove me crazier. Nobody has ever made me laugh as much.
And that’s the worst part. I come across something funny and he’s not there to share it with me.
My poor daughter is devastated. Those two were in lock-step through life.
I wish, I so much wish, that every one of you could’ve known him. He was so worth knowing. He was such a huge personality. Such humor. So fearless.
The things that I love to hear the most is how others intend to honor him. “I’m going to be friendly.” “I’m going to volunteer more.” “I’m not going to stay angry. It’s not worth it.” “I’m going to make an effort to get out into nature.” “I’m going to laugh more.” “I’m going to reach out to people in need without pity.” “I’m going to take care of animals who’ve been neglected.” “I’m going to explore the world around me.” “I’m going to appreciate God’s world more.” “I’m going to laugh more.”
They’re all saying, “I’m going to be more like Griffin.”
Dozens of people are smiling at their memories of him and recognizing that he had something to offer each of them.
Originally, the wake was going to be small. Just family and a few local friends. Now we’re trying to book a place that’ll accommodate more than 200 and we’ve got people traveling in from all over the US.
They’re to bring a dish, a 6-pack, and one great story. The local bikers are planning to give him one last ride. We’ve got volunteers taking care of everything for the wake. It’ll be a celebration of his life. Not a mourning of his death.
It was worth it.
All of the years of nursing him through brittle T1 diabetes. The stress over raising a fearless child. The stress of dealing with his total lack of respect for personal boundaries and absolute lack of shame. The years of homeschooling. Fighting with him FOR him. Parenting an extroverted, fearless child with a terminal disease isn’t easy.
But it was worth it.
Dear lord. My world has gone from color to black and white. Nothing will ever have taste again.
How can I ever be happy without this remarkable creature in my life?
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