Sadness and Serendipity – Part 1

by Steve Brock on October 18, 2011

We may meet strangers at a Chinese restaurant or on a trip that tell us the exact right things at the exact right times…

Often we depart on hard trips feeling woefully inadequate for the journey ahead. Yet God provides what we need, often in unexpected ways.

So it was for my trip back East to my nephew’s funeral.

Dealing with the death of my 26-year-old nephew in a car accident was only part of the challenge I expected in attending his funeral. You see, my nephew was the son of my brother and his ex-wife. Thus, amidst all the grief concerning my nephew’s death, we also expected to encounter the various dynamics that are part of torn and blended families, especially during such distressing conditions.

But two curious events occurred along the way to somewhat mitigate the stress.

First, a few weeks before the tragedy occurred, my brother had lunch at a small Chinese restaurant down in Florida where he lives. The place was crowded, so he shared a table with a stranger. They talked briefly and that was that.

Except that the day after my nephew died, my brother was back in the same small restaurant on a different day of the week at a different time of day. And yet the only space available to sit was at a table…with the exact same man as before.

They joked about stalking each other and their lunch appointments until both realized that neither had been back there since their last chance meeting weeks earlier. An odd “coincidence” that led to additional small talk.

The man then asked my brother if he had any kids. My brother, not wanting to get into any painful details said, “Yes, two,” referring to his two children from his current marriage. Oddly, the man asked, “Is that all?”

Now what kind of a question is that? Yet it got my brother to admit that he did have two other children from a previous marriage. Sadly, he confessed, one had just been killed in a car crash the day before.

“That’s tough,” the man replied.

My brother thought it a curious response. The man said it as a fact; not unkindly but also without the usual gush of sympathy one normally receives.

When they resumed speaking, they asked each other the usual questions about “What do you do?” My brother described his occupation. And then it was the man’s turn.

“I’m the director of the local hospice,” he said.

The brief conversation over Chinese food suddenly took a far more personal turn.

From that revelation flowed remarkable advice on what to expect at the funeral, what typically happens in blended family situations like this, how to address the often awkward conversations, how to deal with grief amidst it all.

Before this unlikely conversation, my brother had dreaded the upcoming trip. Now, though still grieving, he felt equipped to handle the other dynamics that awaited.

Similarly, on my flight out to the funeral, the airline changed my seat at the last moment and I found myself next to a man who turned out to be in the administration for a denomination and who had been a pastor for twenty-plus years. After the typical comments about airline travel, I revealed the nature of my journey. I too then received excellent counsel from someone who had officiated at hundreds of funerals of all kinds. He understood firsthand the ins and outs of death, grief and the painful yet healing nature of these ceremonies of closure, mourning and even celebration.

We go ill equipped on trips to handle what lies before us. Yet by the time we arrive, we find we have what we need for our journey…and beyond. And as we shall see next time, sometimes the journey we end up on is far different than the one we anticipated.

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  • Your posting today reminded me of Matthew 10:29: “What is the price of two sparrows–one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it.” This is a beautiful reminder Steve of how closely we walk to the unseen world and God’s most sensitive mysteries.

  • Thanks, Cathie. “Mysteries” is indeed the right word. You could easily write off the fact that the airline changed my seat at the last moment and I sat next to the former pastor, but as someone else mentioned to me about this entry, the situation with my brother is downright weird (in a good way). It’s a great reminder to me of how much God knows what we need even when we don’t and, as you note, cares for us in ways we can’t even fathom.

  • Elisa Morgan

    Oh I am SO sorry to hear of the death of your nephew. 26…unimaginable. I pray that the reality of God’s tangible provision for your brother and you comforts you in these days and the days to come. The days of grief, where God still dwells. Love to you all, Elisa

    • Thanks so much, Elisa. The loss will always be there, I suspect, but as you know, the grief moves on and more importantly, as you will see in the next entry, you start to realize all the blessings that come with the hard stuff. Good and bad. Hard to say in such situations which is which since all things do have a way or working out for the good.

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