I am at a place now where I can mostly remember the happy times with Rees and smile in remembrance of him.  My morning routine of looking at his collage of pictures is met with less sadness and more smiles on a daily basis.  I can talk about Rees, openly, and fondly with others without tears welling up in my eyes anymore.  I smile thinking back to day he was born, and the utter joy I felt knowing I had a little boy to share the Father and Son relationship with.  The sadness I used to feel at the realization I will never have that with him is not as acute anymore.  The kindness that I hear about people performing in his name conjures images of him smiling above me and it puts me at ease.  I mostly now smile when thinking of him, a welcome change from the flood of tears his image in my mind used to elicit.  For the most part, my memories of him now bring forth comfort to me; save for one memory I would trade anything to rid my mind of, but seemingly cannot and never will.  That particular memory still has the same effect on me now as it did the day after he died, with the only difference being the diminishing frequency with which I see it.

I wish I could properly explain the feeling that I have when I see him in that place…  There exists no word in the English language that really fits.  The feeling begins in the back of my throat and radiates up to my brain and down to my stomach while at the same time pushing forward, almost like what would be a scream, only to escape my contorted mouth inaudible – save for a slight moan.  The pain hits the back of my eyes with such force it feels like it is going to flash outwards, like a gamma burst, that only my conscious squinting can stop from propagating.  My ears ring, my fists clench and my stomach tightens.  I feel my soul tremble, and I shake my head in a vain effort to erase the thought like a child erasing an etch-a-sketch drawing.  Then the sadness hits.  The realization he is gone, and never coming back, brings on an intense sorrow that places a pallor on everything I am and all that I love.  It is in these moments that I find the only thing that can lift the veil of sadness is my family: namely my wife and two beautiful daughters.  They lift me up, and restore me.  Their presence is a beacon that lights the darkness, welcoming me to the safe shores of their love.  They are my light, my life, my hopes and my dreams.

I am safe with my family, and there is no other place I would ever rather be than with them.  I know the feeling is reciprocated by them.  Since our loss is a shared one, we all find peace and safety with each other and I know it is just as comforting for them to know I feel their pain as it is for me;  knowing they share mine.  In the wake of losing Rees, we were all there for each other, helping put the pieces of our lives back together as best we can and soldiering on with life, trying to make the best of it within the constraints of our “new normal.”  There is a strange comfort in knowing that you don’t carry the burden of the loss alone and in many ways, it is something that binds us and ties us all together.  My whole family shares this burden because fate placed it upon us and we have no choice but to do so.  All of us that is except one:  Rees’ newest piece, the baby my wife is carrying inside of her right now…

8 weeks ago Samantha and I found out she was pregnant.  Almost immediately, the conditions of my “new normal” were apparent:  what should have been a joyous moment for me became one of immediate concern and worry.  What if she miscarries?  What if the baby has a defect?  What if there is a life threatening complication for Samantha?  What if the baby is has a knot in its umbilical cord and its wrapped around its neck, just like what happened with Rees, but this time fate does not spare him/her like it did Rees.  What if, what if, what if??  I never used to play the “what if” game before Rees died.  I always took things as they were and just expected life to work itself out.  Losing Rees made me realize that there are so many factors out of our control and it added a new dimension of fear to my life.

It is bad enough that I worry about my daughters more than ever now.  The news that Sam was pregnant instantly added another worry to my list… What if I lose this baby, just like I lost my little boy?  Can I handle that loss again?  I don’t think so.  Well, if there are things out of my control, I cannot guarantee that something bad does not happen.  For the past eight weeks I find that I am constantly playing down the moments that should elicit joy with concerns about what could go wrong.  In many ways I feel that this baby marks a chance for me to start another chapter in my life that I thought had closed forever with the loss of Rees, but the fear of this chapter ending the same way scares the hell out of me.

I am not used to being afraid.  I used to not really fear anything, save for spiders and lighting (but that is a whole different blog entry!).  Now I find myself fearing the things that, maybe, I should have feared all along. I miss the carefree Rich who felt that things would just work out for the best.  Worry, doubt, and fear are words I wish I could expunge from the lexicon of my life.  But today, when Sam sent me the pictures from her 13 week sonogram, I realized something important:  those three words did not replace my previous self’s lexicon, they were merely added to it.  The worry I felt leading up to this sonogram today was merely part of the new perspective I have in the wake of losing Rees.

When I saw those pictures today I gleamed a million megawatt smile that just filled me with pure joy.  Everything was where it was supposed to be.  Heartbeat? A perfect 146.  Two arms, two legs, perfect sized head and neck, etc.  After seeing that picture today I realized that my worry allowed for a greater happiness by comparison than I ever had seeing a sonogram of one of my children before.  Maybe I just needed to see it for myself.  I needed proof that things can go right too.  Life has so many ups and downs, and I used to think that I could just ignore the downs, and focus on the ups.  I now realize that by trying to ignore the bad times, I lost the very metric I needed to measure just how good the “ups” can be.  With the loss of Rees of my standard of comparison, life really has only one way to go now: up.

It is with this renewed optimism that I sit here tonight able to bask in the joy of new life.  While I know there are some images that I will never be able to purge from my mind, I know the birth of our baby will give me another ray of light to fight off that darkness.  The baby will have a perspective in our family that is totally unique: one forged not in the loss of Rees, but in the fact that they never will have had the chance to meet him.  I realize that this will present a set of challenges in its own right.  Regardless,  Rees will always be a part of our lives, and he will be for the baby too.  Baby may never get to meet  big brother Rees, but that doesn’t mean he/she will not get to know him.   I look forward to reading “A Little Rees Specht Cultivates Kindness” to my future son/daughter so that they can get to know their big brother.  In knowing Rees, even in a small way, they will share a piece of something that ties our family together and keep a part of his spirit alive.  The baby is going to forge his/her own way into the world – and hopefully that world they are joining is just a little kinder than the one their big brother left.  With new life, comes new hope in a world renewed.  Tonight I am not sad, because thanks to you, I know the world our new baby will grow up in is growing ever kinder, one Rees’ piece at a time…     photo 1 photo 2



14 Responses

  1. What a blessing! So happy for you and your family! Wishing you all much love, peace and happiness!!! So exciting and yes Reese will connect with his sibling! God bless and here’s to One of Life’s Miracles!!

  2. Congratulations on your blessing! Rees will indeed have met his baby brother or sister…all baby’s connect with heaven before they grace us with their presence.

  3. OMG I am so happy for all of you. I am in awe of you and your family every time I think about all you have done. This is wonderful news. I can imagine how excited the girls must be. You share your feelings so beautifully Rich. Thank you for sharing this with us as well.

  4. I am so touched by your story. What a little blessing this new baby is. Congratulations!! When I saw your title this was instantly what I thought a “newest piece” would mean. Rees has touched so many lives and naturally will have the same impact for this new baby. 🙂

  5. Overjoyed for you and your family! A brand new Rees’ Piece of your own to love and make more beautiful memories!

  6. Congratulations!!! God has blessed you & your family.

    When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider this: God has made the one as well as the other. Therefore, no one can discover anything about their future. Ecclesiastes 7:14

  7. Congratulations to you, your wife and girls on the soon to be new addition to your family. Do we have a due date yet? This is very exciting news and I’m happy for all of you. No one can ever replace Rees but a new baby is balm for the soul and help you transition into an even another new normal because now he/she will bein it.

  8. My heart is over joyed for you and your family. Congratulations and God Blessings always. Rees is singing in Heaven, I just know it!

  9. Amen ! Congratulations !! Every thing for a reason ,there are no coincidences in life .God Bless Rees and your new child .PEACE !!

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