Sometimes, synchronicities bring events full circle. Debra Page posted this on her blog and gave us permission to repost it.
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In 1993, our second daughter, Laryssa, was born with a rare, spontaneous genetic mutation. (The probable cause of her condition was my own illness.) She was given 12 days to live, but she had other plans. She lived 1 year and 10 months. During our time with her, many wonderful people from the local hospice came to our home to help with her care. She died on 10/09/1995. And life went on…
Two years ago, my husband & I were trying to locate a doctor (under new health plan), who could treat my disorder. After a few false starts, I consulted with a neighbor (who is now my good friend) who worked in the administration of the largest hospital system in San Diego. She came to my home and made a phone call,asking one of the top people at the hospital “If you were very ill with a chronic immune dysfunction, who would you want to be your doctor?”. A name was given to us.
The Doctor’s office was less that a mile from our home, and she was taking new patients. I set up an appointment. My husband accompanied me to the appointment, and sat with me in the office. When the doctor came in, she sat down reading my history. Then she stared to cry.
She looked at us and said “I know you both. I worked with Laryssa as a volunteer.” Suddenly I remembered her too, a young sweet woman who had lost her mother to cancer. We all cried and hugged. Then she said that she has a daughter now. I asked when she was born, and the doctor replied 10/09/1995. The very day Laryssa died! We were all amazed at the coincidences. What a beautiful gift from the past!
Debra – that you can write about this tragedy at all, that you seem to have been able to place it into some sort of context, is beyond my ability to understand. I'm genuinely humbled and awed by your ability to do this. And many thanks for allowing us to re-post your and Laryssa's story.
There is nothing to compare the loss of a child to.It is the greatest of heart aches. Laryssa's legacy was Grace. All lives that she touched were changed. Her BEINGNESS was a pure joy. She laughed often. The fact she was alive at all was a miracle. So, along with that terrible grief came the beauty of the flow of Spirit through the many people whose hands held ours (her parents), her sister, and her. Who or what she was has never stopped enriching us all…
Laryssa coming back thru her – that was the first thing that occurred to me, Marlene.
It has to be the most painful thing to lose a child..I can't even imagine the dpeth of the pain..She must have made a deep connection with Laryssa when she volunteered…to have had such a reaction when she knew who they were…Maybe Laryssa came back thru her…….
Lovely story.
I can't imagine anything more tragic than losing a child. This story really grabbed me when I read it.
beautifully moving story! showing in how many ways and times our lives touch others – wonderful post!
Thanks for sharing. That's an awesome story making one just pause and wonder about the "wonder."