Wave after Wave Crashes over Me

I think Leah had just given Simon this book for his birthday. From a young age Leah put a lot of thought and effort into choosing gifts for family and friends.

The waves of grief are never far away.

Our teenage son has been unwell for a week so I took him to the GP today.

He’s almost 16 but he wanted me to do most of the talking.

The GP asked if being unwell had woken him up during the night. I explained that he’s a very deep sleeper and in the past when he’s been sick during the night it was never him who woke up it was………..

I couldn’t finish the sentence, I felt overwhelmed with emotion and memories.

Simon and Leah shared a bedroom until their early teens.  Every time Simon was sick during the night it was Leah who got out of bed and came and called me.

2004 – It wasn’t always this cosy and they seldom shared a bed. Simon slept in the top bunk and Leah slept in the bottom bunk. We draped pretty curtains around her bed as she got older, to try and give her some privacy.

After leaving the GP surgery, I had to go to the chemist for a prescription and I just about held it together. Thankfully I didn’t meet anybody that I needed to speak to.

So many memories came flooding back of Leah padding into our bedroom in the middle of the night and quietly telling me “Mummy, Simon’s being sick.”

In the car on the way home Simon asked me why I was shaking my head. I hadn’t actually realised that I was doing this, but I was unconsciously  trying to empty my head of the realisation that our daughter would never again pad her way to her parent’s bedroom in the middle of the night, to tell us that her brother was being sick.

I asked Simon today when had they stopped sharing a bedroom and he replied “I can’t remember – whenever Leah got fed up of me being sick during the night!”

With all that happened with Leah in 2013 I had actually forgotten all about those episodes – until today.

Simon is now being treated for Helicobacter pylori for the second time. The first time was three years ago when he was 12. He had been unwell for months beforehand but he was like a new boy once he got the 7 day triple therapy into him, so hopefully it will work equally well this time.

He struggles with tablets so prefers to take medicine in liquid form.

The waves of grief, they crash over me, wave after wave.

Sometimes there’s bigger gaps between the waves, sometimes there’s lesser gaps.

As I reflected upon this I remembered the words of

You Make Me Brave by Bethel Music:

I stand before You now
The greatness of Your renown
I have heard of the majesty and wonder of You
King of Heaven in humility, I bow

As Your love
In wave after wave
Crashes over me, crashes over me
For You are for us
You are not against us
Champion of Heaven
You’ve made a way
For all to enter in

I have heard You call my name
I have heard the song of love that You sing
So, I will let You draw me beyond the shore
Into Your grace, Your grace

As Your love
In wave after wave
Crashes over me, crashes over me
For You are for us
You are not against us
Champion of Heaven
You’ve made a way
For all to enter in

You make me brave
You make me brave
You called me beyond the shore
Into the waves

You make me brave
You make me brave
No fear can hinder now
The love that made a way