Grandpa’s Red Sweater

As I reflect on the events of life this morning for those people who are closest to me, I am reminded of the harsh world we have lived in this last year and a half. Many of you reading this have experienced personal losses, financially or work related. Others of you have felt the pain in a more crushing way, through the loss of a special relationship. Regardless of the type, loss is hard. Yes, it shapes us. By learning to accept and alter our lives we are molded in new ways emotionally.

As a hospital Chaplain, I see this on a regular basis. For those who lose a dear friend, family member or spouse, I often give them a simple piece of advice. As it is received and processed, for many it becomes a treasured gift. The suggestion is this: find a way to give regular honor to the loved one as well as find a way to still feel the love of them in your own life.

I am quite aware that I am speaking about a permanent loss of relationship here, but you can take this idea (with alterations) into other areas of life. Years ago, I lost my dad’s parents. Both my grandparents passed within months of one another. It was an especially difficult time for my mom and dad. While I felt the loss, it was different for me. Of course, my heart ached, but when I thought about my grandpa I was reminded of his strength. In so many ways he was strong.

Somehow, I ended up with a cardigan of his. A bright red sweater, which has a small hole in it. It doesn’t sound like much, but I remember him wearing this style of sweater. I would love to tell you I put it on to remember him (which I do), but I put it on because on rough days in life, I feel a hug when I wrap it around me. Inside of that hug is his strength. I am reminded how he fought against so many obstacles and overcame. I am reminded of his journey through life that regardless of how bumpy it got, he just never quit.

My grandparents passed away in 1991. I still put that sweater on from time to time. I bet if you think about it, you have some person, some event, something that brings you what is most needed in times of trial. It isn’t too late to start. Even if years have gone by, I believe the special moments we have in life are gifts. Whether it is a person, place, or thing, there is great value that you took away. Obviously, you won’t be able to relive it as it once was, but by giving it a place in your life you might find encouragement.

I want to suggest one more thing here. I believe that there is nothing scripturally wrong with this idea. Let me just say, in case you were thinking of doing this, don’t make that thing or person an idol. (Ok, now we’re off the hook with God) Seriously though, God is the one who instituted remembrance. It is so important to him that he speaks of it regularly in scripture. Not just remembering him but remembering what other Godly men and women have done before us. It is when we recall what they have done that we can face life head on. A perfect example is Abraham. (Romans 4.1-12)

So, put on your sweater. Feel warm or strong or loved. And thank a gracious, loving God for having given you such a wonderful gift. Be grateful for both the person, place, or thing and the memory. Then face your challenges knowing that God goes before you knocking down giants.

-blessings