Not sure how to really start this article. I have written about several topics, most are stories of life and faith. Reading some of the well-written articles from contributors on Bizcatalyst 360° regarding the same, including how to write well, tips for writing, and lastly, don’t be afraid of what is hidden within, was inspirational for me. Hats off to those Contributors.
At the end of 2015, my daughter informed me that I was no longer wanted in her life and that included my grandchildren. I was in shock, to say the least, and not sure where things would go. I knelt on my knees asking God to help me get through this as I was not sure I could, and that I was ready to go home if it was His call.
As a New Year began and I eased into it with keeping busy with church duties and connecting with an old friend who also had experienced a painful event, my pain seemed to lessen, and clarity set in. Each day was better, but there was a permanent hole left in my heart that will remain empty.
Now fast forward nearly three years later, birthday’s, holidays, have passed when I would have been able to spend time with my grandchildren, and let my daughter know that her birthday did not come and go without thoughts, as well as Mother’s Day. I had no way to let them know, because gifts went without acknowledgment, not knowing if they were ever received, along with cards, no way to communicate because I have been blocked in all ways, I had only one thought left.
So I purchased a chest and each birthday, holiday, special day, I purchase a card and write a message, date it and slip it into the chest I have hidden with my living trust, knowing someday, these cards and wishes will make it to them. There is another part of this story, which will remain unwritten for now.
The other day I looked into the “Hidden Chest” and realized it’s getting full and I will have to purchase another one soon.
I love what you are doing, what a gift for your innocent grandkids! I pray daily for your family.
Powerful story Lynn. I was truly touched my your outpouring of love. Thank you for such and open and honest story.
I see a life full of exemplary dedication here, Lynn! Yes, it is easier said than done when it comes to the grief inflicted by your own offspring. no amount of comfort words shall be enough to lessen your pain but I am sure your devotion to the cause you hold dear, Mother Teresa’s Lay Missionaries of Charity, will continue to provide the much-needed solace and comfort in just knowing that your loved ones are doing Great! With you or without you will take a back seat when it comes to your Faith in the Good Lord, I’m positive.
With Warm Regards & Best Wishes
BM
Thank you for your comment very encouraging
Families can be, and often are, very high maintenance. Sometimes we wonder if it is worth the effort and pain. One has to wonder why family members do what they do to each other. Do they understand the hurt they inflict? Do they do what they do to intentionally inflict that hurt? Many of us have endured that estrangement and it isn’t much fun. Perhaps this too shall pass. We can always hope and keep putting those hopes and tributes of love in the hidden chest.
Ken, thank you for such enlightenment and words of kindness mixed in. Yes, this too shall pass. God Bless and again, thank you.
Truly a “Hope Chest” Nightingale!