Posted on 04/02/2005 5:01:49 AM PST by Kentucky
To: Kentucky This is Abigail's mother. I want to thank all of you for your prayers for our family. The memoir that I wrote that was read at her funeral is below. Our family has peace. It is hard and we are sad, but we are confident that she is with our Heavenly Father right now. . .
My five year old, Alex said, "This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me." I told him that it's the worst thing that's happened to me too.
I want to thank you for being here with us today. When Alisa drove me home from the hospital, I assumed that I'd be going home to an empty house. I thought I'd be going to bed to weep, to be alone in my sorrow. But almost immediately, people starting pouring into the house. People who we haven't seen in months and even years. People who we see every week at church and my girlfriends from my birth circle. I just never imagined the outpouring of love we would experience from our friends and neighbors and strangers too.
Four months ago when Todd and I added a fourth child to our family, I was overwhelmed. Baby Mary is so very demanding of my time and my energy–much more so than my other children ever were as babies. It would have been OK if she were my only responsibility. But she wasn't. There just never seemed to be enough time to devote to my husband Todd, and our children, Alex, Caleb and Abby plus all the necessities of managing our household. Now I am more overwhelmed than ever with only three children living in our house again. I am comforted by their presence, and their hugs and Mary's constant nursing. And am comforted by Todd's arms around me. We are expressing our grief so very differently.
I don't understand this, and probably never will. I don't like it at all. My baby is gone. My pastor, Bobby said, "Every one's days are numbered and it was just Abby's time."
I've recently had a foreboding. Like something like this might happen. This foreboding started last summer when Alex's swim teacher, Rachel, died in a car accident. A woman about my age died unexpectedly and it really reminded me of my mortality. I couldn't sleep for days. My heart ached for her motherless child and for her family I didn't even know.
All the people in my life who had died thus far have been old. My grandfathers. Todd's grandfather. My great aunt. My great-grandmother. Although hard when it happens, we expect death in the elderly. We don't expect it in a healthy woman in her 30's or 40's.
Then Petros Roukis, pastor of our sister church, committed suicide. I was reeling. I didn't understand that. My heart ached and still aches for Jan and for the church family at Tates Creek Presbyterian Church.
Then a few days before Mary Suzannah was born, our dear friend Coral's best friend Corrie passed away. Just 22 years old. She had MS and died in her sleep. Coral was with her.
Three deaths. One right after another. All with people just an arm's reach away from me. When would tragedy strike a little closer to home, I thought. I was scared. And then this Tuesday. I want to go back and let it never happen. But of course, I can't do that.
Oh Abigail. Abigail Helene. Abs. Missy. Little Miss. Sweetie. Abby. Those are the names that I've called her. You've joined your tiny sibling who I never got to hold, yet who I loved deeply in the very short week that I knew I was pregnant.
Oh baby, sweet baby. As I sat in the little room in the ER, waiting for news, I cried and I prayed. I didn't want God to take her. I begged for a miracle, for Him to bring her body back to us whole. As Abby's pulse was dropping, my heart was dropping too, into the grave. I was broken and desperate. But even as my prayers were lifting up to God, so was Abby's spirit going to Him too. I did not get the miracle I asked for. Our Heavenly Father wanted our sweet Abigail Helene back home with Him. And now she's smiling and laughing and singing in Heaven.
We loved Abigail as God knit her in my womb, and we loved her for the 2 very short years that she filled our house with laughter. "Couch a minute." That's what Abby said many times a day when she just wanted to sit on the couch and cuddle or read a book. I wish I could go back and do that a few more times. "I do it." "I did it." That was Abby's mantra the past month.
In the seconds before the paramedics arrived and took Abby from me, she lay limp in my arms, blood poring from her wounds onto my shirt. Her blood covered my clothes and stained my skin. I'm reminded of Christ's blood that blankets us and makes us pure. Most of you here today know what I am talking about, but I know there are some here who don't know about Christ's redemptive work on the cross. Sure you've heard of it. You might know that Good Friday is the day Christians remember Christ's death on the cross and that Easter is the day that Christians celebrate his Resurrection. But do you know this to be absolutely true? I do. And this Easter I cling to the cross and the promises of it. If you don't have this same certainty about eternal life and heaven and hell that I do, please please talk with someone who does so that you may find peace too.
I've been numb. I haven't shed as many tears as other have. I didn't know when my sobbing would come. Maybe as we lowered the casket to the ground? I was thankful for an empty house on Thursday morning when my desperate, loud cries finally burst forth.
What started it? Well, the Mother's Day after Abigail was born, Todd gave me a little girl charm with Abby's birthstone. I've never worn it because I didn't have a necklace to put it on. Then I remembered the charm. I just had to find it. I opened my jewelry box and started looking. I couldn't find it. I became frantic and then there it was. I shouted and screamed for her to come back to me. Have you ever been with a laboring woman in the few moments before birth where the noises are primal as she pushes her baby out? My cries were primal again. But this time instead of pushing her out of me so I could take her in my arms, I was pushing her down, down into the ground and pushing her out of my arms into Jesus's arms, releasing her spirit up up to heaven. I birthed her and now I have deathed her.
I began this memoir with something that Alex said and I'll end with another thing that Alex said. "What's going to happen to Abby at the resurrection of the dead?" Wow! This is coming from the mouth of my five year old? Well, he had memorized a children's catechism. I explained to him that Abby's spirit is in Heaven right now. Her spirit is what made Abby, Abby. Her personality. But we're going to put her bones and her skin and her body into a box into the ground. At Christ's second coming–at the resurrection of the dead, Abby is going to get a new body so she can dwell in the New Heavens and the New Earth! But her spirit is there now. And this certainty that I have that Abigail is with our Heavenly Father right now is what gives me peace.
63 posted on 04/01/2005 7:43:27 PM PST by AbigailsMom (Guinever Van Campen) [ Post Reply | Private Reply | To 1 | View Replies | Report Abuse ]
May Jesus comfort you and be your strength now. Know that as you mourn your little angel, He is with you and feels your pain and your tears are His. My dear sister, know that you are loved.
"Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy.
He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy carrying sheaves with him." Psalm 126: 5-6
Tears of joy and tears of sorrow
for what will face us on the morrow?
Mother's tears, father's silence
Children's wondering and God's own Guidance.
Prayers for comfort for this family.
I too have buried a child, You have a long very difficult path to make now, through a wilderness many of us wander in, never recognizing each other until we hear a voice and find a hug from another who understands..
Right now I suspect you are going on adrenaline and a rush of support. In time, you may need other support. Always know that you are NOT alone. Take each day, one day at a time, one hour at a time, one minute ata a time, or even one second at a time. You wont get over this, but you will get through this.
And read Book of Matthew, Chapter 18. Jesus explicitly says that it is not "God's will" that these little ones should perish- but He receives them always, and their angels, among all the angels, are always in front of God.
God Bless.
I have never met you in my life, but after reading this post, I feel like I know you all very well. My sympathies, thoughts and prayers out to you all.
Wow! I'm speechless.
Abigal is gone on, but in God's good time her mother will see her again in a far better place.
Prayers and sympathy and love.. my heart aches for this family.. I have a little one of my own ..and I think I'd go crazy if I lost her...
God bless Abby and her family...I am choked up. :(
May i ask what happened to the child, i read something about wounds?
No one saw 2-year-old Abigail "Abby" Van Campen walk out of the house yesterday morning. But somehow the toddler slipped out and walked into the driveway as her mother, Guinever, was backing the family's minivan out of the garage shortly after 10 a.m.
Thank you for the info.
Very sad.
I am so sorry, honey, may God enfold you and comfort you.
I am so, so sorry. You and your family are in my prayers.
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