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Micah and Paul. Whittier, AK
Micah and Paul. Whittier, AK

This Week

This week had ups and downs. It was more difficult than I had expected. I have I think returned to some rhythm at work and I’m glad for that. Yet tears are not uncommon on the commute in and back in the evening and sometimes …some yelling as well. I felt more anger this week. I think part of us feels like we should be moving on. ..but part also knows that’s easier said than done. For me there is a civil war struggling within.

As I observed the family, I think the processing is different for each of us. Renee and I had an exchange where I told her, “I am more worried about you than I am about me” ..upon which she answered, “Well I’m more worried about you than I AM about me”. There you have it.

Renee and I both agree that we also are just naturally missing Micah – because 4+ weeks is the longest we have ever gone without one of us being with him. We simply and deeply miss him.

Spiritually – I found this week a struggle. I simply offer that to the Lord. It feels like a desert time.

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The day of story:

I’ve been working on a summary document around the facts and events of Micah’s last day. It has taken over a month to pull together some of the facts and memories …and to find the courage to finish it. I think Renee and I needed to put as much context around this as possible. While many questions will go forever unanswered this effort at least allowed us to define what can be ascertained and perhaps to at least hypothesize some answers.

I do not like the document. In part because I know the document is not a good read …certainly not in content but also not in grammar, flow or readability. The facts are generally correct but I wonder about my words, the tone, the implied meaning. Words cannot begin to express my thoughts that day nor now. I cannot look at it anymore. We shared more tears over the finalizing this 5 page document this week. I won’t say any more about that here.

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Noah and I

Noah and I are meeting twice weekly now for coffee, chess and our January message planning. Notably, I won both chess games J. I must admit I think I signed us up for this January gig in part because I knew we would meet several times a week to prep for it. I think I wanted that most of all…whatever the actual outcome. Just to hang with Noah and to see his creativity and humor in action. Truth be told, it has been awhile since I have beaten him at chess twice in a row.

This week I was not very focused in our conversations. Noah carried the conversation and the mood. He had some great ideas. We gave ourselves some homework for the next working session:

While we were talking I asked Noah what is going in Him ..Spiritually. He quickly asked me how I would answer that as well. Honestly this week – I did not have an answer or at least did not choose to voice one. I’m glad Noah can be patient. I was moody this week. I can be moody. That is nothing new.

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Paul and I

Paul came over to watch football with us today. The Seahawks won! Paul has come over to the house at least two or three times this week and continues to call me daily just to check in and say hi. We are getting a bedroom painted and ready for him over thanksgiving. He plans to move back in with us for a while.

Paul is into building computers. He asked me if I would help him build a custom box for the latest new build. It is a pretty wild design. He is already busy buying the components piece meal. We are brewing some options on the box. Paul is also rebuilding our home network and shopping for some new gear ‘for me’ on black Friday week. We scored an awesome wireless router. Paul strategically put in my Amazon on-line cart. I know Micah would have that thought that this was cool as well.

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Humor:

Renee and I cried and laughed this week. Laughter and humor are key ingredients in our house and lives. That is more important than ever now. We do laugh and joke with each other a lot …even now. I thought of a couple of things we laughed at this week.

Chopped

For some reason as a family we have enjoyed watching a couple of cooking shows on NetFlix ..Chopped and Cutthroat kitchen. Kind of surprising. Weird but fun.
The Cat and the missing puppy

We have discovered that our Cat likes to chase stuffed mice tied to helium-filled balloons. Lots of laughter this week watching the house cat chase the flying mice.

Admittedly, however, we still prefer dogs. Paul and I are brewing a new puppy purchase scheme. Renee is not so thrilled. She claims she always ends up taking care of the pets. We have no idea where she came up with that idea.

Reinflabbergasperinating:

My brothers and I used to make up words when we were kids. I have always remember this one. I joked about this with some friends and coworkers this week. As an outcome, I decided it is time to officially define what it means. So here goes;

Reinflabbergasperinating is the feeling a person or persons get when something is suddenly or unexpectedly fun or humorous. It is the equivalent of a refreshing mood lightening pleasure from a sudden and unexpected cause for laughter. For example, the first time you successfully use the word reinflabbergasperinating in a sentence, or in a business meeting … and as a result find others unexpectedly smiling and laughing.

Loot crate:

I had no idea what Loot Crate was until Noah said, “hey dad have you seen what came with my latest loot crate?” I responded with, “Your loot what? What’s a lootcrete anyway?” Noah evidently has been receiving a loot crate for several months. I am just now noticing. I actually found it interesting and admittedly, I am looking forward to the next Loot Crate. Indeed, I think the whole thing is reinflabbbergasperinating. What is Loot Crate you ask? Evidently some ‘geeks have made it their mission to find all of the geeky, gamer stuff out there and send you a box of it every month’ …for a small reasonable fee … of course! It was only a matter of time. https://www.lootcrate.com/

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Salutation:

Keep smiling and laughing friends…even in the midst of the mess. It is a gift from the Lord. I think Jesus enjoyed a reinflabbergasperinating moment here and there.

Day 33 – Thoughts and Ponderings

cropped-easter2004-29.jpgYesterday and today were hard days. I guess maybe weekends will be more difficult as I have more down time at home. Time to remember. Time to think. I was struck hard again by the harsh thoughts of Micah never actually coming home again. I can’t bear that. The thought of it makes me angry and sorrowful. Every where I turned seemed to be a memory of Micah. Even little things ..like sending an email to the family but immediately aware that I had not and would not need to include Micah’s email. Ahh!

I often will write the families names in my prayer Journal ..Renee, Paul, Micah, Noah. I’ve been pausing on Micah’s name ..not quite knowing what to do. Saddened. I’ve decided now to keep including him. I even decided it’s ok and appropriate to keep praying for him. That’s a new kind of thinking ..praying for loved one’s now gone but believed to be eternally alive ..and doing stuff. Think on that…pretty wild.
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This weekend seemed unexpectedly difficult. I guess I thought I was settling in to a stable churning. But I guess I should expect waves ..ebbs and flows. It’s only been 4 weeks.

Friday I booked the summer cabin in the ‘Alaskan wild’ where we intend to spread Micah’s ashes in the spring. That was hard. It is a strange thing to prepare for, to talk about, to think about, to write about. We have left details for later. The weekend is booked. That’s all that matters for now. I booked one weekend in early summer and one in late. I love the area, the quiet and the beauty. Micah, Renee and I walked with our dog in that area together on Micah’s 18th birthday. The dog is gone too now.

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I am aware of a wide and seemly perpetual spectrum of opposing thoughts. It is a whirlwind of intense churning I cannot begin to express. It’s hard to explain. Good thoughts, happy memories, righteous anger, anger not righteous at all, guilt, love, hope, discouragement, what if’s, if only’s, denials, surrender, refusal to surrender, quiet.

I am aware of an increased desire to work out…to eat healthy…to make good choices. Desire and reality are two different things of course. We shall see. I even fasted one day this week. I don’t think I have ever successfully fasted for even a day before. Yet I am also aware of old temptations swirling louder. Escape from the blanket of sorrow is appealing – whatever the mechanism.

historically I am prone to depressive negative thinking. Given the circumstances I am appalled and disgusted by negative thoughts. There is a threshold now upon which I shall never tread. I cannot escape the thought of nor can I presently bear the burden of how my own negativity may have impacted Micah. I shall stuff that thread in a hole for now. I now more than ever keen on deffining clearly and sharing definatively – hope, love, joy, peace – in the midst of any circumstance. Raise your eyes up and out.

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There is a desire to be happy and guilt for having even an inkling of happiness being felt. Enjoying a moment with the family or laughter with coworkers – feels desperately good, even refreshing -and wrong.

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I woke up angry Saturday after staying in bed until late morning. I did not sleep much. I planned to go work out ..but could not find my warm ups. I had a hissy fit tossing clothes, cussing and hollering. Stupid. Silly.
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Noah and I met at sleepy dog to kick off a new joint endeavor. We asked our Church if they would allow us to give the message on a Sunday in January. The church readily agreed. We know we are crazy. But we have done this before. ..four years ago. Noah was only 14. A lot has changed. As was the case then, the basic premise is for two guys, father and son, to share what it means to be followers of Jesus. The church family needs mutual authentic visibility. Noah and I both want to do this. Perhaps now for different reasons. I’m not sure. For me is the basic premise – that if I claim to have real faith …if I claim to truly believe what I say I do – then it should be real now more than ever. And if it is true, then now is the time to allow our extended family to see into our lives as we walk with our faith in the midst of our mess. Now is the time to reflect Christ ..or at least to share a glimpse of the battle within. Still ..we are crazy.

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The dichotomy and the hypocrisy of my Saturday does not escape me. One moment I am cursing while looking for my warm-ups and the next planning a message for a Sunday service. That’s the mess I am. Only grace covers the gap.
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I hung up a square plywood board in the basement that Micah’s construction coworkers had made for his celebration of life service. We have put some of his pictures on it. More churning as I read some of the notes others had left and looked at Micah’s pictures.
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We went to church today – the first time since Micah’s service. It was good and it was not. I kept thinking of Micah running up and down the halls, sitting next to me, serving coffee….

We came in late and left early. Renee and I both appreciate all the well wishing but we also are emotionally edgy and I think both not wanting the next hug to push us too far. But it was good to be there.
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The four of us went out for breakfast this morning. Good times. Good laughter. Admittedly I am so quickly drawn to tears as I think of Micah’s absence. Not sobbing… just aware of tears forming. I’m just allowing for that. I think Jesus knew this kind of sorrow and pain.

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Paul came over late Saturday night and stayed the night. I so love having him around. He has been so good to me. He calls me nearly everyday just to say hello.

I am not a panic prone person. But I am aware of a hypersensitivity right now. I need to know where the boys and Renee are. I need to know they are ok.
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I will intentional end with some thoughts of thanks:
I am thankful for
Renee, Paul and Noah. More than ever.
A good job and a great team to work with.
Good friends. So many have been so good to us.
Faith. God’s love, provision. The comfort and assurance of His word.
Humor, laughter.
Fires in the fire place. Lots of em.
Christmas lights (I put up our house lights ..earlier in the season than ever before as I did not want any of us coming home to a dark house. Now now).
Long drives
Alaska winter sunsets. Beautiful.
Kind words, texts, emails, hugs.
The peeps.

Rebaseline

It has been almost two years to the day since I’ve posted to this blog. I’m not quite sure why. I just did not seem to be able to muster my thoughts for posting. Perhaps I grew weary of my own words and found satisfaction enough with the ‘picture frame’ exchange of facebook sharing. But now …. everything has changed. Nothing will ever be the same. There is cause for a rebaseline.

Just 4 weeks ago, on Friday, October 17, 2014, my 19 year old son Micah passed away.  He took his own life.

I intend to share some of my journey here on this blog as I walk through the grief and the redefinition of living life in this new paradigm.  My hope and prayer is that doing so may be part of my own healing and in that … to help me to somehow be an instrument of healing and encouragement to those closest to me.   I love them so much.  I so want to love them well. I am desperately committed to that.

Micah my son …I miss you so much.

Dad

Psalm 7O:1  God, hasten to deliver me; O Lord, hasten to my help!