Remembering Chloe Bear
A few weeks ago I helped facilitate a Celebration of Life for a baby named Chloe who had multiple health problems for which, unfortunately, there were no adequate solutions. She lived for one month before her parents sang her to sleep, tucked in with her Princess Leia doll and lamby lovey.
Chloe's mother and I had spoken on the phone about what she and her husband wanted the Celebration to include, and I had planned what I was going to say and written everything out. Everything began smoothly and according to plan, but then partway through the ceremony, Chloe's maternal grandfather suggested that Chloe's parents needed hugs, and so an impromptu hug line was formed. It was really very sweet, but also rather confusing to all the guests, who then thought that the service had concluded. The ceremony was supposed to end with everyone filing out to the front yard for a release of doves. After several minutes of hugging, Chloe's mother broke away from the line and whispered urgently, "Can you get everyone's attention and let them know that this is not the end? We need everyone to go outside. The doves have a tight schedule to keep!"
So, that is what I did. I got everyone's attention and directed them out front, skipping the entirety of the words I had prepared. Reverends and doulas are nothing if not flexible!
Since I didn't get a chance to share what I had prepared to say there that day, I will share with you, dear reader, here and now. I hope reading these words give you comfort in remembering the loss of someone you love. <3
Gathering
- I invite everyone to find a seat, soon we will begin the more formal aspect of today's gathering.
- When everyone is seated, I introduce myself.
Prepare to watch the DVD of Chloe's life:
- For many of you, this is hello and goodbye. For her parents, time with Chloe was precious. How could we blame them for not wanting to share it?
- We’ll watch the video, followed by an opportunity to share what is on our hearts.
Time of Sharing
{There were quite a few people who shared. Of course, there were lots of tears, as well. And then Chloe's maternal grandfather took us off course, bless his heart. The following is what I skipped.}
Message
When Chloe's mother and I talked about what she wanted today to feel like, she emphasized to me that she wanted the message to be one of hope, comfort, and letting go. Chloe's parents did not want this day to be scary, dark or depressing. They wanted this time to be a gift to family and friends, a chance to express grief, but also to celebrate baby Chloe, whose life was very short, but who is so very loved.
On reflection, I kept thinking of a passage normally read at weddings, but which came to my mind and heart for Chloe and her family.
1 Corinthians 13
If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.
We don’t know why Chloe died. I mean, yes, we know the physical reasons why her body could not support life, but as the scripture said, we now know only in part. We don’t know why she was born into that body, why her time on earth with her parents was so short. We trust in God, who is Love, that she knows she is loved, and that she is at peace. Now we see in a mirror, dimly. But we trust in God, we trust in Love, that one day we will see fully and know fully.
Until then, all we have is love. The love we have for Chloe, the love we have for her parents and extended family. The love they have for each other. Death - particularly an infant's death - defies easy explanation. Death is a mystery. Chloe's parents wanted me to focus on the here and now.
And now faith, hope, and love abide: and the greatest of these is love.
This love, which bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Yes, even this, the most tragic of all things: the death of an infant - can be endured because of the power of love.
Chloe's parents wanted to give this ceremony as a gift to you, their friends and family. But I want to give a gift to you, as well:
In situations like this, we often wonder: What can I say? What can I do? Well, I'll tell you:
- Say her name. Chloe.
- Listen.
- Bring food, send cards, ask how her parents are doing
- in 2 days
- in 2 weeks
- in 2 months
- in 2 years
- and beyond.
Sometimes we mistakenly think that bringing up the subject of a person’s loss will bring fresh hurt, but actually the opposite is true. Bereaved people are always thinking of the person they lost. And they are often so glad to know that someone else remembers them, too.
So, this is my advice to you: don’t give advice. Don’t offer your thoughts on how Chloe's parents should feel, don’t offer explanations as to why any of this has happened.
- Just, say her name. Chloe.
- And, listen, in love.
Amen.
{And this is the point to which I skipped, after disrupting the hug line. I was sorry to do it, but the doves had a schedule to keep! I had to no choice but to interrupt.}
Prepare to move to backyard:
- Her parents have chosen to have doves released as symbol of letting Chloe go. We recognize that she is free of her earthly body. She is at peace. And in letting her go, may we find peace.
- The song they have chosen to play during the release has a special meaning for them. It is sung by Israël Kamakawiwo'ole, and is a Hawaiian ukulele version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Chloe's parents went to Hawaii for their babymoon, and it is where they plan to scatter her ashes.
- After the doves are released and the song has concluded, we will observe a moment of silence.
For thus says the Lord:
As a mother comforts her child,
so I will comfort you;
you shall be comforted in Jerusalem.
You shall see, and your heart shall rejoice;
your bodies shall flourish like the grass;
and it shall be known that the hand of the Lord is with his servants.
(Isaiah 66:12a, 13-14a)
Thank you for being here today and being here for this family in the days, months, and years to come.
If you have not already done so, you are invited to take a rose from the vase by the front door, carry it upstairs to Chloe's nursery, and leave it in her crib.