You know how in movies and books, sometimes you get the line that says something like “6 months later,” or “3 years later?” Sometimes that’s how life feels. It’s like yesterday, we were dealing with the loss of our grandparents, other family members and friends, and some major life changes, and then the screen went black and the words “Fifteen years later” popped up.
Fifteen Years. How is that even possible? Life moves forward whether we want it to or not. Fifteen years ago seems like yesterday and yet a lifetime ago all at the same time.
If you’ve followed this blog for long, or if you’ve been friends with me on Facebook, you’ve heard the story of my sister-in-law, Morgan. Morgan passed away 15 years ago today after a battle with cancer. You can find the links to previous posts below.
If you knew Morgan, she had a way of drawing people in. The outcasts, those who didn’t fit in with others. She made them belong. Her faith was so strong. She knew where she was going, but that wasn’t enough. In her life, she shared her faith with others, and even in her death, her story reaches others.
Not All Sunshine and Rainbows
Physical and Occupational Therapy: This week, I was able to get up to 2 miles in about eleven minutes on the indoor bike. To my athlete friends, this may not seem like much, but it was a new record for me since the accident and something to celebrate. I haven’t added more weight since last…Keep reading
Time Marches On
Even in great loss, there is hope. Even in death, we have hope that we will see them again in Heaven. If there is anything I’ve learned in life, it’s that winter doesn’t last forever, and in even in the darkest of winters, there is beauty. #collateralbeautyKeep reading
You can also see just a small glimpse of who Morgan was here:
My family went through a lot before losing Morgan, and then we’ve been through a lot since then. I think sometimes God allows things to come in waves, because if it came all at once, we couldn’t survive it. It would just be too much to bear. So much sorrow, so much loss, and so many changes.
And yet. Yet there is hope, joy, peace. We aren’t victims of awful situations, we are survivors, fighters, warriors. I remember Morgan not because I can’t let go of the past, but because she will always be a part of my life. Her life helped shape my own. Fifteen years later, I can look back and say time has changed us, all of us, myself included. We’ve grown older, learn to live a new normal, and grown stronger. I can say I am a better person for what I’ve been through. More understanding, stronger.
If there’s anything I’ve learned over the past 15 years, it’s that even great sorrow, there is joy. Even in suffering, there is peace and hope. God has a plan in all of this. We are all part of a much larger story.
Today we remember, and it hurts. But there is also hope, joy and peace. 15 years ago wasn’t a goodbye. It was just “see you later.” As Romans Chapter 8 talks about, what we have faced these past couple of decades is nothing in comparison to what is coming. God is working all of the circumstances, from the accident, to the troubles we’ve faced, the losses we’ve had, and yes, even the loss of Morgan, for our good.
As a Christian, I have faith that I will see Morgan again, as well as my grandparents and others who have gone before me. Every day, we get a little closer to that day. Fifteen years have come and gone so very quickly, and I imagine another fifteen will go by just as quickly. Life is too short to dwell on what was.
Fifteen years ago, life changed. Sometimes it feels like we woke up, and suddenly things had fast forwarded 15 years. Other times, it feels like this all happened last night. Fifteen years is so small in comparison with eternity. One day, we will live happily ever after. And until that day, it’s not goodbye. It’s “See you in the morning.”
The song we closed out Morgan’s funeral with:
Until next time,
As a fellow writer, this post resonated deeply with me. The way the author reflects on the passage of time and the impact of loss is both poignant and powerful. The reminder that even in sorrow, there is hope and that we are all part of a larger story is a reminder that gives me comfort and inspiration in my own writing. Well done.