Words have the power to heal. They can be words you have written, kind words from friends and family, or even thoughtful comments from strangers. That is what Ashley Grimm, a mother from Colorado, is discovering after she wrote an emotional open letter on social media.
Grimm's 4-year-old son, Titus, was tragically killed in a car accident. After losing her son, Grimm took to Facebook to pen a post about the incident and to encourage parents to truly cherish every moment with their children.
"As some of you know, I have gone through every mother's worst fear. On June 2nd, I lost my youngest son in a horrible car accident. I was driving. I had pulled away from a gas station, checking each buckle, and I began to drive the curvy, mountainous road to my family's house. My son was notorious for doing everything he could to unbuckle in the car ('The Flash doesn't wear a seatbelt, and I'm the Flash, mama') We tried five point harness seats, boosters, I believe even zip ties at one point (probably not safe either), but he always viewed it as a superhero challenge. He was a superhero because he always succeeded. On average, I would usually pull over three or four times on any given trip to firmly make him buckle up again. We were only five minutes out when a large rock rolled into my lane. I had three choices: try to straddle the rock, move to the oncoming lane which was a double line large curve with an angry river at the other side. Rock, head on collision, river. I chose the rock. I chose wrong. And yes, he had already unbuckled along with his 8-year-old brother. (They were switching spots and I didn't know.) The rock hit my axle, and sent us plummeting into the side of a cliff. Our 13 passenger van rolled and my son was instantly gone. Our lives were instantly ripped apart. The little boy who had been my pride and joy was cruelly taken from me in a matter of seconds. I remember being smashed between my console (no airbag engaged) and our three ton van. I had blood everywhere. I fought and fought and then blacked out. When I awoke, I was unbuckling my baby from her car seat (she was upside down) and working to get each child (5 of my children were with me) out of the van. When I came to Titus I worked with all my might to lift the heavy van off his tiny body. My 8-year-old son was trying to help me. I could only see the lower half of his body. I rubbed his tummy and tried gentle compressions. But he was already gone. It was instantaneous, which only brings me comfort because I know he felt no pain. What followed was a blur. I refused treatment from the paramedics until they let me hold my dead son. All my children were whipped away and taken to an ambulance to be cared for. I was life flighted and sedated, for the shock made me inconsolable. It was two days later that I saw it all over Facebook. A news report reporting the death of my child as if they were reporting that the weather might change, or a new planet had been discovered. I was thankful they reported that no drugs or alcohol had been a factor. But that's not what hurt. The readers commented the cruelest things about how horrible of a mother I was. How I deserved it. How my children should be taken from me. I wanted to punch them, shake them. Tell them how close we were, how hard I fought to keep him safe. How we had a special good night kiss and a designated McDonald's date each week. I wanted to scream that he always told me he wanted to marry me, that I was the best mama ever. That he built me Lego ships, took naps in my bed while holding my hand with his dimpled little fingers. But no one would have listened anyway. I feel led to write this to all you Mamas because I have a longing to look each of you in the eyes and tell you this: "Hold your babies tight". That's all I want to shout to the world. I'm not who I once was; death and loss changes a person from the inside out. I have held my dead sons body in the middle of a highway while I rocked him and screamed - no ordered God to bring him back. -I have chosen a funeral plot for my four year old boy as I contemplated jumping from the cliff the cemetery overlooks just so I could be where he is. -I have purchased a 200 dollars superhero outfit for my son to wear as he decomposes in the earth. -I have kissed a corpse over and over and wept as I traced over every feature of his ice cold face and held his still dimpled, but lifeless hands. -I have slept in a cemetery just to try and take one more nap with him. I talk to the dirt. To the ground where he lies with his lovey blanket and his avengers outfit. And what I want to say (if you've read this far, you're so patient and so kind) is this. And you can share it with any mama you know. - maybe finishing broccoli at dinner isn't as important as we might think. Watch how your children eat, soak in their hatred for corn (oh how Titus hated corn). Maybe they can still have ice cream - even just sometimes - while those veggies still sit on their plate. -learn to pretend. Get into their world. Learn to play the Xbox with them. Embrace their beautiful, fleeting imagination. Let them really believe that they are Captain America or Queen Elsa. Get in their mind, see how they tick. The dishes will still be there. - take every hug and kiss they bring you - even the twenty fifth one they use just to get out of bed at night. And really squeeze them. -stop and look at the bugs, the rocks, the sticks, the sunset. Slow down mama, slow down. - tell them you love them. But look in their eyes and say it like you mean it. Tell them they can do anything - anything they set their mind to. -yes, we must hold them accountable but sometimes- maybe grace is the answer. Maybe, just maybe, they won't end up ruined if we let some things slide. -never judge another mama. We don't know the whole story, we don't know. We just don't know. -Go hug your babies right now. Soak in their smell, look at the innocent sparkle in their eyes that is lost somewhere between childhood and adulthood. Really feel how they squeeze you. Set down your phone and see them through the lens of your eyes not only the lens of your camera. Remember the feeling of their head on your shoulder, their hand in yours, their sloppy kisses on your cheeks. Nurse them one more time. Sleep is overrated. Listen five minutes longer about Star Wars, minecraft and Disney princesses. Mamas, hold your children tight. How blessed you are to have been entrusted with such unique, beautiful, tiny humans. From my heart to yours, Ashley — with Ester Gilmore."
Grimm's letter was written on July 15, and in just a few short days, she has received an outpouring of support. The post has been shared over 398,000 times. Numerous people have been deeply touched by her moving words. They are offering Grimm their positive words, sharing similar experiences, and stating how the post has impacted them.
One Facebook user wrote, "This is my second time reading this. I have to say that I admire your strength and courage! I have a 13-year-old daughter and after reading your post, I just had to hug her and tell her, 'I love you.' I probably don't do this enough. Yet I can't imagine what my life would be like without her in it. Thank you for your honest share. My prayers are with you!"
Grimm has been moved by the impact of her post. In a follow-up message posted on July 16, she wrote, "I am floored and beyond humbled by the love you have all poured out to me and my family. I want to read each message and respond in thought and prayer. Please know that I'm feeling incredibly blessed and loved by each and every comment and message."
"I never dreamed my little post would touch so many lives, but my immediate prayer after losing my baby boy was that somehow, some way, beauty might come from my ugliest heap of ashes. I am so thankful that my loss has inspired parents to hold their children close. That is all I wanted to shout. And thank you, for allowing Titus to remind all of us (including myself) what our priorities are and how precious life is."
She added, "I promise I will be in touch with each of you. Forgive me if it takes a little while. You all are amazing and merciful. Don't forget to enjoy that ice cream and forget those veggies."
Even in the darkest hours, you can always find some shimmer of light, even if you don't notice it right away. Grimm's post and all of the supportive comments are proof of that.
(H/T: Huffington Post)