Well of Strength-The Power of Accepting Adversity

Life is an opaque sphere where there are just as many beautiful occurrences as there are heartaches. The survivors of life’s battles have the choice to wallow in self-pity and negativity or they can choose to take the route of hope and joyful perseverance seeing the good in spite of the hardships.

I would like to share a story—a personal story about the most remarkable woman—who just happens to be my mother. She has had a steadfast faith in God which has given her the strength and positive attitude to endure the loss of three children and her husband. She has had an innate ability to accept the reality of adversity and still speak often of the exceptionally wonderful life she’s had. I am constantly going to her well of strength drawing out buckets at a time to sustain me. I invite you to have a sip of her strength and insight.

The story begins shortly after the birth of my older brother, Charlie. My parents learned that he had a heart condition from which there was no cure. Ironically, my father was doing his residency in pediatrics at Duke at the time. It must have been heart wrenching to be working to help save other babies, but to be unable to save his son. Charlie died when he was three.

I, as a two year old, would walk around the house looking for him, calling his name with an extra cookie to share. In my confused and innocent way, I was asking even then, “Why?” My mother who was struggling to find comfort began asking herself, “Why not?” And she accepted it with grace.

Shortly after Charlie’s death, my sister, Fran, was born and then my brother, Robert.  Life continued on happily for several decades. I feel fortunate to be able to draw upon those memories of a wonderful childhood with my beloved family.

Unfortunately, a twist was thrown in when my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s at the age of 56. My mother loyally dedicated the next nine years of her life to him and his needs until his death. It was difficult to watch this once intelligent man disintegrate into a shell of a person. He enjoyed going for rides in the car the most. My mother would take him for long drives in the country to keep him content. Whenever he saw a license tag that was from another state, he would say in a childlike way, “Boy, they sure are far from home.” That statement is an accurate description of how his disease left me feeling. It not only stole his mind, but it also stole my own sense of safety that only a Daddy can provide. Without him, it left me feeling “a long way from home” and its security.

Throughout his illness, I would ask, “Why?”  My mother asked, “Why not?” And she accepted it.

Life took another unexpected turn shortly after my father’s death. My brother, Robert, was diagnosed with a rare auto-immune connective tissue disease called Reiter’s Syndrome. It left him completely incapacitated and in constant pain. He had the same inherent strength and ability to look for the good in spite of the bad, as my mother. He said to me many times when my eyes could barely absorb another moment of watching his pain, “You know… there’s a whole lot worse than this out there.” Incredible. I asked, “Why? He and my mother asked, “Why not? And they accepted it.

During my brother’s illness, my sister, Fran, died unexpectedly from Toxic Shock Syndrome. She left behind a devoted husband and three small children. At the funeral, I kept hearing people saying to my mother, “You’ve had so much loss in your life.” Each time, my mother’s response was, “I don’t see it that way. I’ve had a lot of good, too. I was fortunate to have them as long as I did.”

My brother died several years later. At this point, my mind could barely stand the pain of missing my family.  At my brother’s funeral, I said to my mother, “I can’t believe you’ve lost three children and a husband.” She profoundly said, “Why not us? Would you have preferred that it have happened to someone else? We were so fortunate to have them as long as we did. Carry on remembering our wonderful memories together.”

Her answer was the light bulb moment for me when it all clicked. It is clear to me now that life is an interesting, intricate tapestry. We must embrace the knots in each of our tapestries…and learn from them. It only makes the silver and gold threads that much more beautiful. God marches along right beside us on our journey called “life!”

This time, I asked, “Why not?”

And so…at long last…”I” accepted it! I then began writing Tapestry-a novella about the healing of the soul to find more peaceful resolution.  The writing of it was a pure catharsis for me. The great return is that it is helping others with hearts that hurt along their journey toward healing. EMBRACE YOUR TAPESTRY! 

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About Hunter

Hunter has been living her dream of being an author after falling in love with the Nancy Drew Mysteries in the fourth grade. She has incorporated her love for words along with her psychology degree from Meredith College to create books that can be aids in healthy nourishment for the mind. She is the author of five children's books, a photography book and a novel. She has been a human interest columnist for The Charlotte Observer (2001-2005) as well. She was the recipient of the "50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading" by The Author's Show, the Meredith College Career Achievement Alumnae Award and the Excellence in Creative Writing Award by the General Federation of Women’s Clubs. She is a public speaker and teaches a writing camp for kids called Writer's Cramp Camp. (The animated art on this blog is provided by http://www.appleanimation.com)
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