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Yesterday, I attended Madison’s funeral.

I wanted to share my thoughts.  I hope you’ll read all the way through because, though sad in parts, I think you’ll find yourself chuckling at the end.

Her funeral was held in the gymnasium where she’d spent so much of her high school days…in PE, as a cheerleader, and at various awards ceremonies.

I arrived early to get a seat.  Visitation was scheduled from 10-11.  The doors to the gym opened at 9:30.

Her parents began receiving people immediately, and a line quickly formed.

I was lucky.  I got in line early and waited about fifteen to twenty minutes.

The hugs were tight, let me tell you. The only thing I could say was, “I love you.”  What do you say in a situation like this?

Though the casket was open, I could not walk past it…I just couldn’t.

I’d seen Madison in the hospital, and that was enough.  I preferred to remember her as the vibrant, bouncy child that she’d been before the accident.

Instead, I walked away from Madison’s parents with a very heavy heart and tears flowing down my cheeks.

I joined others on the bleachers and watched, amazed, as the receiving line began to grow.

It wasn’t long before the line wound almost all the way around the entire gym.

I am not exaggerating.

I wondered how in the world the funeral was going to start at 11…if they were going to have to turn people away because of time.

Madison’s parents, though, met with every single person in line…hugged every neck…murmured words into every single set of ears…for almost two hours.

I’m absolutely positive that they greeted hundreds of people.

Around 11:30, the last person had been seated, and the gym grew very quiet as we watched Madison’s parents, brother, and boyfriend stand before the casket, whisper words we could not hear, and stroke her arm one final time.

As they turned to walk away, her mom went back one final time…the last to say goodbye.

I don’t think there was a dry eye in the gym as every person grieved.

As a mother, my heart hurt so badly for Madison’s parents.

Sigh.

The casket was closed while Madison’s immediate family left the gym for a few minutes.

When they returned, the service began with one of the teachers at the school, Mr. W., leading us in prayer and sharing his own “Madison Moments.”

Mr. W. takes his television production students to New York every year, and Madison had been on three of these trips.  She loved New York…so much so that she called Mr. W’s cell phone this past school year (she was in her first year of college), while he was on the trip, and asked him to tell the next person he met that, “Madison said hello.”

She called her mom during that trip and asked her to hold up the phone so she could hear the sounds coming from New York.

Mr. W described the plans that her parents have for her graveside.  He told us that instead of saying we would be visiting her grave, we’d go to Madison’s Square Garden.  Too cute and so fitting!

Madison’s boyfriend stood up and shared his thoughts about Madison.  It was apparent that he loves her a great deal.  Please pray for him as he returns to school and tries to find his way after losing the girl he cares about so much.

One of Madison’s classmates sang a song, and then it was time for the service to end.

The pallbearers…her brother, boyfriend, and cousins…stood up and began wheeling her casket toward the door that lead outside…the rest of her family falling into line behind.

And then we heard it…

The beginning of a song…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6uJi9D645w&feature=related

A collective laugh went up from all of us.

We couldn’t help it.

It was completely unexpected but, given all we’d heard during the service, so fitting.

As the opening notes played, Madison’s mom turned and began waving slowly.

Then she did something that was so Madison-like.

She began blowing us kisses…every so slowly…mouthing the words, “Thank you.”

I laughed.

I cried.

I’m crying as I write this.

It was probably one of the most bittersweet moments of the entire morning…second only to watching her kiss her beautiful girl for the last time.

The family asked for a private graveside ceremony, and we respected their wishes.

We had honored Madison in the way that befitted her best.

She would have loved it.

Death Has Lost Its Sting

In a few hours, my community will bid farewell to Madison.

Her funeral will be difficult to attend, still surreal is her sudden departure from our lives.

I want to share a few personal memories I have of Madison.

I don’t remember the circumstances surrounding my first introduction to her mom, but I remember that as soon as I told her that I was Chicky’s mother, Madison’s mom gushed about how much Madison loved my girl and looked up to her.  There’s a two-year age difference between the girls.  Madison and Chicky were active in my church’s youth group.

So forged the connection, and every time I ran into Madison’s mom, we discussed our girls.

I remember when Madison first tried out, and made, the Varsity cheerleader squad at school.

Chicky told me how hard Madison had worked…how much she had practiced…to prepare for tryouts.

Chicky was so proud of her.

Madison had shown how determined she was…how brave she was, too, to go after something she wanted.

I watched as Madison blossomed during her two years of performing for scores of crowds.

Her smile and enthusiasm were infectious.

During football games, the cheerleaders would line up on the track that circled the field.  The girls took turns doing tumbling runs down a short stretch.

Most of the girls were dancers and gymnasts.  They did back flips, back handsprings, and round-offs with ease.

Madison always stood in line, waiting her turn.

Then, she’d rev her engines, make like she was Mary Lou Retton about to attack the vault, and then slow down and do a somersault on the ground.

Hysterical!

She loved having fun, and she made sure we were all having fun along with her.

As a substitute teacher, I encountered Madison a few times in my classes.

Lord help me, but that girl could not sit still or be quiet!

She wasn’t a whisperer, either.

Oh no…Madison had to make sure the entire class knew what she was talking about, when she wasn’t bouncing around the room visiting everyone.

She was very social.

I imagine she’s up in heaven right now talking off some angels’ ears.  Regardless of what she’s doing up there, I can bet that she’s having a grand old time!

Meanwhile we got left behind with a hole in our hearts that will never be filled.

I am praying for her family…that they will find a way to put one foot in front of another during what will be some difficult days, weeks, months, and years ahead.

I pray that they will find comfort in the fact that Madison has been made whole again…that joy floods her soul because she is in the presence of Jesus right now.

Yesterday, my mind kept hearing the following song.  I kept thinking that God is good, He is hope, love, and truth.  I kept imagining, when thinking about these lyrics, that at the moment of her death, real life began for Madison…that she ran to God’s arms, and that’s where she is now…where those who put their hope in God and faith in Jesus will be one day.

I cannot wait to see Madison’s huge smile again one day, watch as her eyes light up as she loudly shares a “secret” with someone standing close by, and maybe catch her performing somersaults down one of those golden streets I’ve read about so often.

Praise the Lord…death has lost its sting!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRBQtIEEkrU

In Her Own Time

Wow…what a weekend!

As you know, one of my town’s young ladies, Madison, was involved in a car accident on Friday evening.

As of this writing, her condition has changed very little, and the prognosis is still very grim.

I visited her family in the hospital yesterday…spending a few hours there.

Her parents are holding up as well as one can expect given the tragic circumstances.

There have been a few chuckles, despite the intense heartbreak.

Madison’s mom walked into the waiting area and announced that Madison came into this world two weeks late, and it wouldn’t surprise her if she held on a couple of extra weeks before departing.

I’ve also heard stories about how Madison was always late to everything, so it’s no surprise to those who know her best that her timing now isn’t any different.

The waiting is so hard, and the painful moments more intense than any I have ever witnessed.

The cries of anguish that I’ve seen and heard are heartbreaking.

Sigh.

I watched as Madison’s parents comforted one another in a corner of the waiting room.  I pulled my eyes away in an attempt to respect their privacy.  I cannot imagine having to live out their darkest hours in front of so many people…such raw emotions.

These are incredible people, though…so generous to share Madison with all of us.

Last night, my church held a service for the youth group…a time for them to honor Madison by sharing their favorite memories of her…a time for praying for her and her family…a time for comforting one another.

Like the previous night’s prayer vigil at the school’s gymnasium, the Gospel was preached by one of my church’s youth pastors.

It was INCREDIBLE!

I sat and watched as a room full of students sat in rapt attention as the Gospel of Jesus Christ was presented.

Three youngsters gave their hearts to Jesus during this time.

Tears rolled down my face as I considered that Madison’s accident may have been the catalyst for three more souls joining the family of God.

After the service, I watched as Madison’s friends wrote messages on posters…words that will one day bring comfort to her family…

It’s difficult to watch these youngsters grieve.

As we know, though, grief is a part of life, although it kind of stinks to have to grieve over someone so young.

What amazed me as I watched these students after the service was the way they comforted one another.

I watched as a group of five gentlemen gathered into a huddle, put their arms around each other, and prayed.

In fact, my jaw dropped.

I wanted to pull out my phone and snap a photo (blogger that I am), but I didn’t.

For two reasons.

1)  My battery was almost dead, and

2)  Despite the public venue, it was one of those private moments that a photo would have intruded upon.

Still, the image is burned into my mind.

As the minutes ticked by, I watched as these kids’ tears turned to laughs and, in true teenager fashion, they left…many of them smiling.

That is what Madison would have preferred because, as I’ve already mentioned before, she is a child with a quick smile and a hearty laugh.

As so we left…returning to our homes to continue praying for this young life that has touched so many…waiting for the Lord to do His thing…smiling to ourselves at the distinct possibility that Madison is choosing her own time to meet Him…probably using this time to plan her grand entrance into Heaven…true Madison style.

Oh, and before I forget, I want to share this song, which someone in town wrote and recorded in honor of Madison.  He wrote it after reading a newspaper article about her accident.

This song bespeaks of how one life can touch another…especially a life as vibrant as Madison’s.

Can We Donate Her Smile Too?

Thank you for the prayers you’ve been offering for Madison, the young woman I wrote about in my previous post.

As of this writing, her condition is about the same.  I visited the hospital yesterday morning and received a grim greeting from her mother.  The prognosis was still dire, and nobody was sure if she would make it past the day.

As such, the hospital began allowing those outside of her immediate family to visit her ICU room.

This ranks as one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done.

Saying goodbye to her mother as I left that room was equally as difficult.  She and her husband were trying so hard to be strong, and she told me to, “Take care of Chicky and Guy Friend.”

Once again, she was thinking of others.

What do you say in response to that?

“I love you.  I’m praying for you.”

That’s about all you can say.

Conversations flew back and forth in the waiting room and via phone calls after I’d left to spend time with my own crew at home.

I called my friend, Barb, who is very close to Madison’s family.  She said that Madison’s mom had asked the organ donation specialist if they could donate Madison’s smile because it simply lit up a room.

Such a fitting thing to say.

Madison didn’t just smile with her lips, though.  Her entire face lit up.  Being quite the energetic child, her face could have lit up an entire city every time something struck her fancy!

Barb’s son made the comment that whoever gets Madison’s heart better have a huge chest.

True statement.

Madison is generous to a fault.

A prayer vigil was quickly organized, and all were welcome to attend.  It was held at the high school Madison attended…where her parents teach.

The gym was full…to overflowing.

What a wonderful service as we were led in prayer.  The Gospel was also presented.

There were a lot of hugs and tears as we reached out to one, drawn together by our collective love for Madison and her parents and brother.

If she could have seen it, she would have smiled…probably jumped in the middle of the floor and asked, in a loud voice, “Who started the party without me?”

Please continue to lift her family in your prayers.  They still have some hard decisions to make but are trying to let things naturally play out.

Please pray the God will give them the strength and endurance they need to get through the next several days.