The vase

There once lived a family who felt they had been especially blessed, as they were all healthy and felt very secure in God's love for them and their love for each other.

On the mantelpiece above the fireplace in their living room, stood a vase. It was a strong, sturdy vase, attractive but not extravagant and had been a wedding gift years before.

It was a symbol of their family and had withstood the bumps of moving and toddlers' antics, just as the family had withstood the bumps and ordeals of life. Scars and chips could be detected, but only on very close scrutiny.

The day the oldest son in the family died, the vase was found on the mantelpiece, shattered into many pieces. Noone had the strength or desire to bother gathering up the pieces and it was left for a long, long time in its broken condition.

Eventually thought was given to putting the vase back together again. Little enthusiasm could be generated but eventually the task was begun.

The family worked together, each adding a piece or suggesting how to proceed. Each of the family members got discouraged and more than once, one or other of them was heard to say "It can't be done."

Finally after many months of working on it, the vase was back in its normal place. To the casual observer, it looked strong and sturdy and noone would have guessed it was less than perfect. However, on closer examination, it obviously had been shattered then put back together and on turning it around, it could be seen that one large piece was permanently missing.

This piece was never found and so the vase continued to symbolize the reality of the family; although their hearts might appear mended, their lives would never be the same again.

By Jeanette Isley. From the Newsletter of the Bereaved Parents USA