It’s hard for me to believe that March of this year was Lance’s 37 birthday and it will be 12 years this May since he died. It has been even longer for Scott and Erin. As I look back I realize that the passage of time provided some help but other influences in the form of people, events and organizations have had an even greater impact on my journey. So I would like to share some reflections that have helped me with the intent that you might find another piece of the map that may give you hope and help you on this journey of healing.
Any reflection has to start with the DAY. It was Memorial Day 1995. The beginning of summer and we had couple of golden retrievers badly in need of a bath. So Kathy, my wife, and I were out at the barn washing the dogs when two police cars rolled up the driveway. As the parents of boys, this was not an unusual event, so when I walked over to the fence I was thinking, “Who did what now?” After confirming that Lance Robert Malone was my son, the officer said, “There has been an accident and I’m sorry to inform you Lance did not survive.”
As you all know, the rest of it is a fog.
I remember a truck turned left in front of Lance’s motorcycle and he died at the scene. I remember the horrified look on Kathy’s face when I turned around. I remember the heart-wrenching scream by the time I reached her.
Shock, confusion, helplessness, pain.
For the longest time that videotape seemed to be on an endless loop as it replayed over and over in my head. But at some point during the last 12 years, that day and that video has been replaced with another.
It’s the same weekend but it’s Saturday not Monday. It’s not the barn but rather the family room. It’s Lance and not the police. He is so protective of his new motorcycle that he keeps it at our house rather than his apartment. It’s the holiday weekend and he’s here to pick up his bike for some fun. But first, he’s making time for his dad and mom. He’s catching us up on his comings and goings.
It’s the last time we see his smiling Irish eyes but it’s a wonderful memory. I think that the same love that made the original memory so devastating was able to transform that misery into a treasured remembrance.
I cannot tell you exactly when it happened for me, any more than I can tell you if or when it will happen for you. I just know that at some point over these last 12 years the good memories have become much more frequent and the nightmares less intense and less frequent.
To be continued…
Patrick Malone
Tags: grief, hope, signs and connections