Saturday, June 28, 2008

The First Anniversary is the Toughest

Tan Soo-Inn is one of the 'angels' that God had brought alongside me this February. Soo-Inn understands grief and loss as he himself had experience the loss of his first wife many years back. Apart from being a warm, sincere and 'real' pastor, Soo-Inn shares 'real' Biblical practical insights. He minces not his words. He tells it like it is and I like that.

Thank you for sharing your life.
Thank you for your valuable friendship.

Importantly too, he's an Arsenal fan! :)
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GRACE@WORK MAIL 26/08
[June 27th, 2008 Edition]


The First Anniversary is the Toughest

I was senior pastor of a growing church. I had just lost my wife to cancer. He was one of my church elders. And he told me "you need to get back on the horse as soon as possible." I believe he had my interests at heart. He was definitely concerned for the welfare of the church. But it was the last thing I needed to hear. His intentions may have been good. But what I heard was "don't grief. Return to normalcy as soon as possible." As H. Norman Wright says: "... people lack an understanding of the process of grief unless they have been through it."[Recovering from the Losses of Life (New York, NY: Fleming H. Revell Company, 1991), p.59.]

Bernice and I have walked the journey of major loss. We both lost our first spouses to cancer. Which is why we made sure we were with a friend when he commemorated the first anniversary of his wife's death. We were late for the commemorative dinner. We knew we would be. We were relocating to a new home that very day. All our earthly belongings were in boxes. We were desperately trying to bring order out of chaos. But we knew we had to be with him. The first anniversary can be a killer. Again Wright is helpful. Here he describes the usual journey of grief:

[The pain and grief actually intensify at three months and then gradually subside, but not in a steady fashion. They go up and down. Most people don't need a reminder of the first-year anniversary of the loss of a loved one. The intensity of grief comes rushing in with pain that rivals the initial feeling of loss. If anyone attempts to tell you that you should be "over it by now" or "feeling better" at any of these times, you may become quite upset with them. (Recovering from the Losses of Life , 59)]

We understand that everyone's journey is unique. Not everyone follows the "usual" pattern. But clearly my friend was going through a hard time. From his blog:

[It's been a really tough week for me. Emotionally the roller coaster ride has begun again. Dates and memories are intriguing. The brain is fascinating. How the linkage is made between a date and the trigger of memories is mind boggling. That's exactly what I've been going through...It's come to a point where I wished I didn't have to feel anymore. Wished that I could press the 'fast forward' button or the 'erase' button perhaps.]

What do we do with someone going through such anguish? I get asked this very often. What do we do? What do we say? My usual answer is that there is nothing we can do or say. What we need to do is to give people permission to grief. Some things are beyond words. Sometimes all that we can do is to mourn with those who mourn (Romans 12:15b). Grief is a valley that has to be traversed. There are no short cuts. You cannot wish it away. But you can walk through it to the other side.

Mourning with those who mourn is hard work. Mourning is not a feel good experience. Mourning reminds us of our own losses. And our mortality. And our helplessness. Which is why the uninitiated want the grieving person to get over it as soon as possible. It is as much an expression of their own sense of discomfort as it is an expression of concern for the person who is grieving. It also explains why some stay away completely.

"Mourning with those who mourn" ought to be a compulsory subject in Life 101. There are few things in life more basic. In the end we all go through major losses. Perhaps the world shies away from the subject because it has no answer to the question of death. It has no hope. But as Paul reminds us, as followers of Jesus Christ, we do grieve, but we do not grieve as those who have no hope (1 Thessalonians 4:13).

Jesus Himself shows us how to mourn with those who mourn.

[When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. "Where have you laid him?" he asked. "Come and see, Lord," they replied. Jesus wept. (John 11: 33-35 TNIV)]

Jesus mourned with those who mourned. But Jesus goes on to do something we can't do. He goes on to die on the Cross so that death would no longer be the last word. He then makes us this offer: "I am the resurrection and the life. Anyone who believes in me will live, even though they die; ... (John 11:25 TNIV)." We know it is not an empty offer because Jesus rose again from the dead. We commemorate this every Easter. We commemorate this every Sunday.

In many ways, it was appropriate that my friend commemorated the first anniversary of his wife's death with a dinner. It brought back memories of the meals they used to share. (The menu consisted of some of her favourite dishes.) It reminded me also of the meal that Jesus shared with his disciples after He rose from the dead (John 21:1-14). And the dinner looked forward to that eschatological banquet in the new heavens and the new earth, where we will once again be reunited with Jesus, and with all who belong to Him.

And so I mourn with my friend, but I mourn with hope. I know, and he knows, that his wife is with Jesus. I also know that things should get better now that he has survived one year and reached the first anniversary. Somehow, after going through one cycle of Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter, we come to a point where Spring can be experienced again with new hope. So hang on my friend. No, the road will not be easy, but it should begin to get better from here on in.

By Tan Soo Inn
www.graceatwork.org

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Feelingless...

Thank you my friends and silent supporters for your sojurn and support for me in so many ways.

I'm sorry that the blog is so much about my lament these days, it's a wonder it still gets any hits.

Its been a really tough week for me. Emotionally the roller coaster ride has begun again. Dates and memories are intriguing. The brain is fascinating. How the linkage is made between a date and the trigger of memories is mind boggling. That's exactly what I've been going through.

Today was tough in service.
Listened to a testimony of a sister who's husband passed away of cancer recently. Was truly poignant. And my life flashed before me once again. At the end of the service, Pastor Wendy asked to pray for me and a few other brothers joined in too. Thanks CS and David.

Preparing for the 'Memorial Dinner' was also difficult.
Having to face the photos and managing the stuff for it.

But I know it's something I had to do (the dinner), if not for me - only because Jo had wanted to do this a few years back. We never go to do this somehow because she was concerned about the finances even though it was fine.

It's come to a point where I wished I didn't have to feel anymore.
Wished that I could press the 'fast forward' button or the 'erase' button perhaps.

And so I continue to journey this path...
The path less travelled, yet knowing that I never travel alone.

Again, thank you for listening and reading my ramblings wherever you may be.

Do know this.

There is always Hope in our Lord Jesus Christ and we certainly can do all things through Him who gives us strength (Phil 4:13)...even in such a circumstance as this.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Tears In Heaven (Our Daily Bread)

July 31, 2006
Tears In Heaven
READ: Revelation 21:1-8

God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. —Revelation 21:4

In 1991, famed British guitarist Eric Clapton was stricken with grief when his 4-year-old son Conor died as a result of a fall from an apartment window. Looking for an outlet for his grief, Clapton penned perhaps his most poignant ballad: “Tears In Heaven.” It seems that every note weighs heavy with the sense of pain and loss that can be understood only by a parent who has lost a child.

Surprisingly, however, Clapton said in a television interview years later, “In a sense, it wasn’t even a sad song. It was a song of belief. When it [says that] there will be no more tears in heaven, I think it’s a song of optimism—of reunion.”

The thought of a heavenly reunion is powerful indeed. For everyone who has trusted Jesus Christ for salvation, there is the hope that we will be reunited forever in a place where “God will wipe away every tear from [our] eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying” (Revelation 21:4). And, most of all, it is a place where we will “see His face” and forever be with Christ Himself (22:4).

In our times of loss and grief, of tears and sorrow, isn’t it comforting to know that Christ has purchased for us a heavenly home where there will be no more tears! — Bill Crowder

What wonders await us in yonder fair land?
The face of our Savior, the touch of His hand,
No tears and no crying, no sighs or despair,
For Jesus is waiting to welcome us there. —Kerr

When God wipes our tears, sorrow will give way to eternal song.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

About Molly

I stumbled upon Molly's blog this evening as I was doing a search to see which sites have listed ours on theirs. Interestingly and poignantly I began reading what seemed like a mirror image of our blog. I couldn't help my tears once again...

Molly was a young 33 year old...(God Bless her) who passed away on May 29th.
She had been suffering from ovarian cancer for nearly 2.5 years and the cancer subsequently spread to her liver. She had near similar symptoms like Jo's because of the spread to the liver - bloatedness, water retention and all. Even the chemo drugs were the same... ah, you can just smell it. She and her husband (Josef) got married in 2007 in the midst of her chemo treatments. What divine love that comes only from the Father.

The greatest news of all, is that she's a Christian and she had fought the good fight. I and many others will never understand God's will/plan/reason in this lifetime except that by Faith and experience - He has an amazing plan ahead to come.

Women seem to have an incredible threshold for pain and suffering.
Reading Molly's blog along with the memories of Jo, I guess it's really the strength of God within them.

"Molly, Jo loves food too and I'm sure you both along with many others before you will have that great "feast" in Heaven."

Josef, you are an inspiration, encouragement and a pillar of strength.

May the Lord continue to watch over, protect, calm you and give you Peace that surpasses all understanding.

Monday, June 09, 2008

I Fix My Eyes On You

Another one of my favs.
A song that lifts me up each time the grey clouds come.

I fix my eyes on You
The author of my faith
Casting aside
Every sin and every weight
I fix my eyes on You
I lay my burdens down
Letting the cares
Of this world now fade away

One thing I ask
This one thing I seek
That I may dwell in Your house
O Lord my King
All the days of my life
I want to gaze upon Your beauty
And seek You in this holy place

All the days of my life
I want to gaze upon Your beauty
And seek You in this holy place


Tommy Walker and Bob Wilson
© 2000 Integrity's Praise! Music

Friday, June 06, 2008

Silence


The silence at night is deafening.
Seems sometimes that the walls do talk back.

Her clothes just lie there.
Once filled with life.
Now neatly folded it lies.
Still. Lifeless.

Still, I keep to my side of the bed,
reaching out to you in the midst of nite.
But you're not there.

Its confusing.
But you were just there!

The fridge and kitchen.
Empty it remains too.
What use is it for me?
It was your sanctuary for food.
Your Lemon Drizzle and Tiramisu, do I miss...
But it is you, that I miss.
Humanly indescribable, such pain.
Oh, if only I could be void of emotion...

"Grief is not a problem to be cured, its a statement. A statement that you love somebody." Barbara Baumgardner in "A Passage Through Grief"

"Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy"
Psalms 126:5

Monday, May 19, 2008

That Time Of Year Again

I can't seem to understand how time moves really, you don't see it but you feel it. You can't put a hold on it and you can't stop it yet everyone at one point or another has gone thru the passage of wanting to 'turn' back the clock.

It's almost a year now.
It's still surreal.
But my life has moved on, I guess.
For the most part, I've been running, cycling and playing football.

The toughest part is that the months of April to June last year were
the most trying times of my life. If you refer back to my postings during this
period last year, it was just the "valley of the shadow of death" - nothing describes it better than Psalms 23.

Every particular day and week in May has memories of Jo.
The mind has an uncanny way of storing mental data and replaying it at the most appropriate, or rather strange occasions.

In the course of this half year, God has often sent 'angels' to walk beside me when I've least expected it.

It is out of the crucible of suffering whereby great lessons have been taught, and the lesson for me is that the Grace of God is sufficient for me. God's Grace is the one single factor that keeps me going. That keeps me realising He works in our daily affairs. That He is a Real God.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

I'll Move On


Was at a friend's place recently for dinner and was introduced to this album sung by local sweet (just see the cover :) crooner - Olivia Ong.

A wonderful album. Instantly loved it. I've always loved Jazz. Olivia brings a new style and flavour to her renditions. Along with her, my other all time favs are Steve Tyrell, Harry Connick Jr., Diana Krall and Lisa Ono.

"I'll Move On" in particular was so relevant. The lyrics spoke straight to my heart and I've decided to shared it with all of you. Try to get the album if you can.

I'll Move On

This road that I'm taking twists and turns
My life my chance turning dreams into reality.
Down this path faced with so many things
Sometimes I feel like giving up and turn away

Can't seem to go on
And I've been thru' this before
Now where am I?
Where do I stand?
A little lost here.
But I'll remember.
All those times you've bought me thru'.
I'd be a fool to give up cos' the goal is near

I'll move on I'll go on.
Lord I will take your hand.
And you will guide me along.
Survive thru' this storm.
So I say, come what may.
I'll hold on to my hope.
Yes, I will walk down this road.
And my passion drive will lead me on

Here I am Once again caught in the rain.
Looking back I've come so far And I want to carry on
Take a step at time
It's alright.
Even thru' this rain, I want to smile again

Don't hold back now.
And i've been thru' this before.
Now where am I?
Where do I stand?
A little lost here.
But I'll remember.
All those times you've bought me thru'.
I can feel the sun shining down on me

Here I am, Here I am.
Lord I will take your hand.
And you will guide me along.
Survive thru' this storm.
So I say, come what may.
I'll hold on to my hope.
Yes, I will walk down this road.
And my passion drive will lead me on.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

"You Are Faithful"

A long long time ago today,
A man was betrayed and rejected by the ones He loved.
That man was beaten, flogged, mocked and spat upon.

He was given a crown of thorns.
He was nailed to the Cross.
He suffered and died for You and Me.
That man is Jesus - our Saviour.

Let's remember this most important event in history.
Following is a wonderful song sung in service this evening that so aptly speaks of God's faithfulness...

You Are Faithful (Nan & Dennis Allen)

"The harder I fall, the greater Your mercy.
The farther I run, the longer Your reach.
The darker my way, the brighter Your face shines on me.

The deeper my pain, the greater Your healing.
The stronger my will, the sweeter Your love.
The smaller my prayer, the harder You listen to me.

The longer I stay, the better I know You.
The more that I know, the clearer I see.
Lord You are all, You're all that I ever need.

For your arm is long, Your love is deep.
Your watchful eye never sleeps.
When all others reject me, You never leave me alone.

A Father can never deny His own. You are faithful.
You are faithful.
For You are faithful.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Ashley - The Little Girl Who Loved


And so the story continues... Willin had wrapped the book in a nice Christmas themed wrapper.

Little did I know that what lay beneath its pages would be so heart warming and sad yet so reminiscent of Jo.

You see the book was written by Ms Heng San San, mother of Ashley who had since passed away. Ashley was a bubbly girl, so full of life and energy. She enjoyed the stuff that little kids liked - swimming, running, dancing, skipping... But most of all, she enjoyed FOOD. She liked trying new foods and baking some of them, with mum's help of course.

You can read the article in the link above or here in Asiaone

Went I reached home and read thru the book,
I was tearing uncontrollably.

My heart was broken because of the loss I had read...and obviously because it was a near mirror reflection of Jo. One was 7, the other 37. Both suffered a great deal and yet rose thru the ordeal because of their deep rooted faith in our Heavenly Father.

She too loved to eat and bake. I still remember the Yellow Kitchen-Aid mixer I'd gotten for her in the early days. She was awestruck and so happy. Her favourite recipes were cookies, Tiramisu, cheese cake, lemon and orange drizzle pound cakes.

Joanne would in her better days (between chemo treatments) call her girlfriends over to bake or cook in our home. They would try their fav recipes from the ABC's Delicious or BBC's Good Food magazines.

Jo loved food and she loved to try new restaurants.

I leave you with the backcover write up of the book..

“There was once a little girl who loved everything about food.” And thus begins the charming story of Ashley, whose great love for all things associated with
food - simple or fancy - offers an amusing peek into her world of innocent
single-mindedness.

When her ability to enjoy what used to be an integral source of nourishment, comfort and indulgence was gradually diminished, Ashley showed that her irrepressible spirit in the face of a debilitating illness was rooted in an understanding of an even greater love: God’s love for her. Her unequivocal belief in a loving God makes for a tender story that is tinged with longing as well as unparalleled hope.

This poignant story of a little girl who loved food and foremost, God, will appeal to readers of all ages as it celebrates what it means to rise above our situations with courage and extraordinary grace.


To buy the book Ashley, priced at $25,email inquiries to: bookashley@gmail.com

Proceeds go to the Philippines to fund education programmes for children in poverty.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Dining with Willin @ Relish




Willin (Chef and owner of Wild Rocket) got in touch with me in December.
He mentioned that he had set up a new dining joint at Cluny Court called "Relish" and wanted to lunch with me there.

I was initially surprised and unsure to meet up or not... the last time we met was at Wild Rocket in much happier times (with Jo of course).

I thot about it and since it was at Cluny, it was ok.

Location was interesting since it was once again off the beaten track. (If you know where the French Embassy and Serene Centre is, you're on the right track) The restaurant was decked simply in white. Clean facades. Nothing elaborate. Friendly staff.

A gourmet burger joint! Thats what it was - my fav.

The burger shot doesn't do real justice, please follow the link for a real good shot. I had the Grilled Beef Burger with Black Pepper Sauce ($18) and it came topped with a sunny side up. The burger was done very nicely at medium rare with juices oozing and pepper well laden within. It can get a little spicy for you non-spicy eaters. Interesting combo were the Belgian beers that were paired with each item on the menu, they complemented the meals really well. Come to think of it, I can't even recall what Willin had?

Apart from catching up, Will actually had a belated Christmas gift prepared. The gift was simple...yet sad, heartwarming and all so God-inspiring.

It was a book..

about Ashley.

Read on...

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

My Journey Through Grief

6 months gone by...
6 agonising months.
A year I'd like to forget.

Nevertheless thank you for your calls, prayers and words of encouragements.

That's just the reality of death and the aftermath of it - grieving. Death and grieving is a part of life, another phase in our very temporal existence on earth.
Joy and celebrations will return, but not right now for me.

I can't change the facts.

Some people handle grief by talking while others want to be alone and quiet.
Some grow cold and callous.
Some weep and stare into blue yonder.
Some establish memorials while others stash away anything and everything that reminds them of their loved one.
Some become very active, some become totally sedated.

Me?
I've been praying and talking with God.
I've been reading my way through grief.
- When Life is Changed Forever (Rick Taylor)
- Travelling Through Grief (Susan & Robert De Vries)
- When Grief Breaks Your Heart (James Moore)
- Lives on the Mend (Florence Littauer)

I've been spending time in solitude often.

The lessons:

1. Life Has Changed Forever.
When you've spend a good part of your life with someone who's meant everything to you.
It can never be the same when that person dies.
In that same respect, a part of me died when Joanne died.

Part of me and that which was 'mine' was gone...never to return in this lifetime.
I would never be the person I was before. How could I?
What was considered as "normal" no longer exists.
What will eventually occur is when a "new normal" is discovered.

Accepting and going along with the changes would not make the pain of loss go away.
Until I begin to understand the nature of these changes in my life, I cannot make the most of the life I have yet to live.

2. Mood Swings.
Sharp swings.
Anger, fear, anxiety, loneliness, guilt, regret, sadness, etc.
Swing often.
Some days I so desperately need the comfort of friends and on others,
I totally detest their presence. Sometimes I feel I'm just losing it.
I don't understand it.

3. Embrace Sorrow.
"You have taken account of my wanderings; Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?" Psalms 56:8

When words fail, tears flow.
Tears have a language of their own, a tongue that needs no interpreter.
I let them flow when they are there.
I don't avoid thinking about Jo. I can't, she's always there.
I flipped through the albums. I played back the videos we took.

Take time to remember.

I've learned too that one needs to be willing to talk about their sense of loss and pain.
Verbalising it helps instead of keeping it in.

4. Hypersensitivity.
Any action, scent, sight, place or activity may trigger a memory and a flood of emotions.
This is a daily occurence I've to deal with.
It starts or ends with coming back to an empty home.
It continues with going to bed in an empty one.
I drive off to work and the music plays a familiar tune of ours...that hurts too.
We talk about food and ...
It continues into Church on Sundays or at small group when we sing her fav "songs".
There seems to be no escape.

5. Time Doesn't Heal, God Does.
It's still early days but I know I am gradually moving through the valley of the shadow...
I am beginning to see "some" light at the end of the tunnel.

6. Don't Cheer Me Up Artificially
Understandably, many people don't know what to say in times such as this.
There are no right words.
"She's in a better place now"
"Remember all things work together for good"
"She no longer has to suffer"

These are all well meaning words, but it doesn't change the fact that she is there and I am here! My life has been devastated and I'll need to pick the pieces up and move on.

It's usually better to say something like:
"I don't understand, but I love you"
"I'm here for you" or better still just give a big hug.
Be cautious not to tell your friends why they are facing the things they are facing.
If the Lord has a revelation for them, he can offer it Himself.

"Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep" Romans 12:15