For most families, Thanksgiving Day is a joyous time of year. But there are times when the thought of this special day brings sadness too. For some who are facing the first holiday season with an empty chair at the table, it can feel like a mountain they can’t climb.
I know this feeling. My son, Corey, died on Thanksgiving Day. This Thursday is the thirty-fourth anniversary of his death. The details of that day are seared into my memory. In my mind I can still see and feel it all as I held my fourteen-month-old son as he died that day and we decided to donate his organs. That day I joined an invisible sisterhood of mothers who have lost children. It is a sisterhood of which no one wants to be a part. And it never ends this side of eternity.
Loss of a child is not the only type of grief, I know. There are many different types of losses and many different situations that bring grief.
What can I say to those who are at the beginning of their journey of grief? To those facing the first year with an empty chair? To those who know their life must go on, but can’t imagine how they can face it?
All I can say is that Jesus, the Prince of Peace, gives me the strength to face each Thanksgiving Day and each day between each Thanksgiving. I’ve learned to pour out all the hurt and sadness to the only One who can help me deal with it. The God of peace gives me the peace of God that nothing else can give.
And He will do the same for every broken heart.
Carla Killough McClafferty
Thank you for sharing your grief journey, Carla. I can honestly say that your courage to do that has changed the course of my life 🙏
I will be thinking of you this Thanksgiving ❤️
Thank you for sharing this, Carla. These “firsts” have been tough, but God has been faithful. Hugs to you. ❤️