Written By Christine
Christine is a (mostly) stay at home mum to 2 boys and a little girl. Join her as she navigates life raising a special needs child and all of the trials and triumphs that she and her family encounter on their journey.Read Her Blog "Sometimes Holland Feels Like Hell"
Last week our family was shaken to it’s core when we received the news that my sister’s husband, Scott died suddenly.
Immediately my mum, dad, my oldest sister, Angie and I pulled together.
Scott was here in Ontario. My sister Kelly was out in BC with their daughter Marley, who is 5.
We had to tell her over the phone. We sat around my kitchen table trying to figure out the easiest, most gentle way to break this unimaginable news. We managed to get through that.
She got off the plane in BC and within 2 hours was on her way back home with Kelly and Marley.
Kelly asked that we all be there when they got home.
Marley still did not know. Sean dropped them off and went home to be with our kids.
There we sat in my mum’s condo. The family I grew up in. The people who built my foundation.
My mum, dad and 2 sisters.
With a 5 year old girl whose world was about to change forever.
We sat together, surrounding each other with love and compassion and sadness. With a broken heart I watched my sister break the unfathomable news to her daughter that her daddy was gone.
During that time I also felt immense gratitude that we had each other in those horrific hours as grief came out in it’s most primal form.
We make sure that there is always love. Nothing they do or say is wrong. They are working through this as we all are. We are going to do it together. However long it takes and whatever we have to do.
Because we are a family. It feels like we are a little bit broken right now but I believe we will all heal. We will heal together and we will heal with the memories we have of Uncle Scotty that made him the beloved gentle giant that he was.