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Let Him Reign is a captivating story about one mother's unexpected loss of her young son and the journey that followed. It brings you to the core of her innermost heartfelt feelings both good and bad from the point of impact after she first faced her tragedy to her evolving path of healing. Amidst many crazy twists and turns, her life became similar to that of one being seated on an amazing roller coaster ride of travels which began in darkness and ended in light.

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Publié par	Inspiring Voices
Date de parution	06 novembre 2019
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781462412846
Langue	English

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LET HIM REIGN

A MOTHER’S JOURNEY FROM TRAGEDY TO HOPE AND JOY

MARY LOU

Copyright © 2019 Mary Lou.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been altered to protect their privacy.

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Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

ISBN: 978-1-4624-1283-9 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4624-1284-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019915017

Inspiring Voices rev. date: 11/04/2019
Contents
Dedication
Introduction
Monday, May 6 th — the day that eternally changed my life
Monday, May 13 th
May 8 th — one year ago, my very dear grandmama passed.
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Notes
Dedication
In Loving Memory of my dear friend, Sellie
Introduction
In a world full of chaos and conviction, nothing on this earth could ever prepare me for the thralls of unexpected death. While everyone else’s life marched on at full speed ahead, mine was abruptly interrupted with a major pitstop. Like the brakes that came screeching to an ear-piercing halt, so screamed my entire being, my entire soul. And with that, I was thrown off the main course on an endless road of time, leaving me at a stand still in mind, body, and spirit. I may have stopped quickly, however that was followed by a substantial tailspin, attaching my life to one extreme alteration off the course. Abandoning the assortment of colors that were familiar to me, I was shoved into a narrow tunnel, squeezing through and scraping off all remaining color to then be dropped into a place of total darkness. This is the true- life story of how I lost my son at the tender age of twenty-one. Wearing my heart out on a sleeve, raw and exposed to all, I share with you my journey of grief, offering nothing but truth and honesty in how I felt in those early moments and the ones that followed. I’m only human and I’m certainly not perfect so perhaps some words may sound repetitious while other emotions may seem extreme. Sadly, in all sincerity, there were strained relationships with some loved ones. My heart was torn to pieces. I had just had the most unexpected tragedy thrown my way, taking me on the ride of a lifetime. I have to say, I was shaken to the core and my entire body went into shock mode. Ultimately, I was struggling for survival and I couldn’t possibly do this alone. Thankfully I reached out for the Hand of God.
Thank You, Lord, for bringing me on this journey of love lost, despair, and frustration, leading me back to a path of hope and love everlasting. I don’t wish this mother’s sorrow on any woman, but I can certainly sympathize and am so willing to share the journey of healing through one mother’s nightmare — my own.
Monday, May 6 th — the day that eternally changed my life
I was in the back section of the mail truck moving letters up front and rearranging packages when I received the phone call. It was my son-in-law Sean at the other end of the line telling me that he and my daughter Tiffany were on their way to New York. My son Matthew was in the hospital experiencing chest pains and he might need heart surgery. Oh, dear God! My heart broke. After hanging up, I sat there and cried. This is so messed up, because my son is only twenty-one years old and a healthy young man. Why was all of this happening? I don’t understand. This is incomprehensible as well as entirely out of my control. Further, once I gathered up enough energy, I called the post office unaware of how inaudible my voice was to the receiver. After finally getting the words out, I went inside the small mailroom to accommodate the customers by sorting their correspondence. I was reassured by someone who had overheard my crying, saying that everything would be okay.
Okay… insert self-talk here… He’s in the hospital but he’s healthy… He’s in good hands but he’s only twenty-one… I’m too anxious to drive… What can I do? … He’ll be okay. I don’t even remember if I prayed.
My mind was a plethora of mixed thoughts and emotions. I should call my husband Michael to help me with insight and direction. After filling him in on what I was told, Michael suggested that I contact Maddy, my former mother-in-law and family matriarch. She would certainly be in the know on the whole situation.
According to Grandma Maddy, her son and my former husband David had been rushed to the hospital because he was having seizures. Matthew had driven their vehicle behind the ambulance. Evidently this was a common occurrence of the past and David would be seen by the doctor and then would go home by day’s end.
Well, on this specific day, things were different. Matthew was having sharp chest pains and needed to be examined as well. The doctor then had my son rushed by ambulance to another more specialized hospital. This was serious and Grandma Maddy assured me that my boy was in the best hands and that there was nothing to worry about. I deemed her words to be calming.
Knowing that there was certainly nothing I could do on my end and feeling that I would probably be seeing Matthew AFTER surgery because I clearly couldn’t drive in my current mental state, I chose to occupy my mind by continuing to work. My husband would help me get to New York safely. Despite everything, I did try to call Matthew anyway. To my surprise, he answered his cell phone, but it was as if nothing special was happening when he replied “Hi, mom, what’s up?” Personally, I thought “Are you serious?” I surmised that he was trying not to worry me, that he was protecting me. Typical Matthew! He was always putting the feelings of others before his own. As he started ow, owing on the phone, forgive me Lord that I was taken back in time. I was reminded of an incident years ago when David was suffering with intense pain. It was a life-threatening situation and as I looked back, what stood out was fear.
A fleeting thought crossed the back of my mind. Was this truly all taking place or was it some sort of drama unfolding before me? Here was my Matthew, a young man going through trauma. I reassured my son, letting him know that he was in good hands, that the doctors would take good care of him, and just to relax. He said that he had to go because he was very tired, and we exchanged our goodbyes closing with “I love you.”
The Lord had to have been completely in control because I do not have any clue as to how I could have finished my workday. He was definitely my “auto-pilot” with my brain and body working automatically to do what I had to do and what was expected of me. Thank You Lord for being behind the wheel.
Blurred moments are caught up in a flash of time….
My husband was not at all thrilled about the way everything went down. Here I was, the mother of an ailing son, I’m at work so naturally I’m going to be too upset to drive and then there’s my daughter and son-in-law already on route to New York when I finally get the news and I probably could have ridden with them. After all, I am Matt’s mother. I can understand Mike’s irritation with all the unfairness and at the same time I also understand that everyone is in their own little world. Besides, with that side of the family, I’ve always been last for any important information and sometimes I was just plain kept in the dark. Truth is truth, forgive me if I sound bitter.
We tried calling to find out what hospital Matt was in, the first facility we called claimed he wasn’t there, family members were not answering their phones, a completely frustrating situation. Again, I’m only Matt’s mother.
Once we finally received a response, I put together two days’ worth of clothing, knowing that I would be sleeping over at Grandma Maddy’s house. Over the years, Maddy and I had always had a mutual respect and adoration for one another, so my being welcome there was a silent given. Consequently, Michael would stay home to avoid any awkwardness with my former in-laws. Everything was a go and I was now ready for the long drive.
I encountered sporadic traffic during the ride, but I remained in a peaceful state of mind anyway, listening to Christian music and thinking of Matthew with silent prayer. Everything was going to be okay.
Upon arriving at the hospital, I felt at a loss for direction. The first and only parking lot was entirely for handicapped parking. Off to the opposite side was one road and another separate road leading underground. More confusion. In the moment, the art of frustration closed in on me. Where do I park so I can just get inside and see my boy? My thoughts were scattered until they became jolted into awareness by the sound of my cell phone ringing. It was Sean wondering where I was. He directed me on a path that led me onto an incline road where I spotted Debbie at a crosswalk. Deb was my former sister-in-law, so I flagged her down. She got into my car and guided m