When I look back, it was one of the most peaceful Sundays my husband, Dirk, and I had experienced in a while. As we were not leading services elsewhere, we went to worship at Cedarbrae Community Church in Toronto. That morning, there were two cadets there, Tina and Keesom Phanthaamath. Keesom asked Dirk if he could evaluate his sermon. After that was done, Dirk went over to him, had a word of prayer and gave him some feedback. His ministry responsibility completed, we went home, had lunch, took a long, quiet walk, then went to bed.

Little did we know that this would be his final ministry responsibility, for that night, Dirk passed away in his sleep. And everything changed.


Dirk and Susan at East Toronto Corps, Christmas 2012 Dirk and Susan at East Toronto Corps, Christmas 2012

Dirk and I first met in August 1970 at the training college in Toronto. I was starting my first year at the college while he was in his second.

Despite the fact that we were stran­gers, we fell madly in love and were mar­ried five weeks later. It was as if we'd always known each other, and we firmly believed the journey that brought us both together and into officership was God-led.

We duly went through our train­ing and were commissioned. Our first appointment was in Montreal, and then we served in a variety of postings both in Europe and across the territory.

In 2011, the Army asked us if we'd be willing to consider trying a new model where the wife, not the husband, is the divisional commander, for the then Manitoba and North West Ontario Division. Commissioner Christine MacMillan, then the territorial com­mander, was concerned that Dirk wouldn't buy into the plan. That was the furthest thought from his mind. He sincerely believed that the right indi­vidual should be in the right spot. But to make this new paradigm work, both partners had to be engaged in the new venture. The important question she asked each of us was, “Is your marriage strong?” And there was absolutely no doubt about that.

Journey's End

In retrospect, I don't think we were ever as happy as we were that June Sunday in 2013 when we visited Cedarbrae.

Dirk had been in perfect health before his sudden death. Even our family doctor was dumbfounded. He contacted me a couple of days after looking through the files. “I'm mystified,” he told me. “Dirk was always full of life and energy. There was no indication that something was wrong.”

After dialing 911, I immediately called our sons, Peter, who was in Parry Sound, Ont., and Richard, who was in Winnipeg. The paramedics arrived and took over from me, but though they tried their best to resuscitate Dirk, I knew he was gone.

In that awful moment, however, I was not alone. Almost before I knew it, Major John Murray and Commissioner Brian Peddle arrived, as well as our good friends Majors Len and Heather Ballantine. They stayed with me until the coroner took Dirk away at four in the morning.

Opportunity to Witness

Dirk's passing stunned everyone at div­isional headquarters, but I will never forget how they rallied around me in the days that followed. I'd get up in the morning and while my sons and I were preoccupied with the myriad funeral arrangements, people would be at the house, cooking meals, cleaning up, putting food in the fridge, even mak­ing sure there was enough toilet paper on hand—those practical pieces that no one can grapple with in their deep, unexpected grief.

In my numbness, I felt a nothing­ness, not even the presence of God. Yet when I most needed him, God was there, constantly shining through, and it was how those people interacted in my life that demonstrated his presence.

That's what kept me connected to God in those early days and months. It was not so much the feeling in my heart of God with me, but the knowledge in my head that he was, and the demonstration of it worked out through those practical acts of kindness.

Of course, my letter carrier knew something was up as he delivered card after card to my door, hundreds and hun­dreds of cards from all over the world.

One day, the letter carrier saw me from across the street and walked over.

“These are not Christmas cards I've been delivering, are they?” he asked.

“No, they're not,” I said, and I told him what had happened.

“I'm so sorry,” he said. “I can't under­stand how you can go through something like that.”

“I'm a person of faith,” I replied. “And I know that the Lord is with our family right now and looking after us.”

Even in my time of grief, God used that as an opportunity to witness.

Living With Hope

June is always a hard month for me to get through. Besides Dirk having passed away that month, there are a lot of anni­versaries: his birthday, Father's Day, our commissioning and our wedding anni­versary coming up in the fall.

Yet even now, I still receive text mes­sages and e-mails from active and retired officers around the world with lines such as, “June the second will never be the same in our family” and “We're thinking about you on this day.”

My faith is grounded in Lamentations 3:22-23, which talks about the faithful­ness of God, how his favours are not all past and done: “Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

Are there still tears? Absolutely. Are there days when there are no tears? Yes. But the grief is always there.

What people don't realize is that you're always in grief. It becomes part of your life. It's not that it holds you down or makes you dreary to be around, but it's very much a part of you, the pain of who's missing, the hole that's left because there's been deep love shared for so long with another person.

Recently, somebody asked me, “What's good now about your life?”

I replied, “What's good now about my life is heaven.” Because I know that while Dirk's in the presence of God, there will come a time when we'll be reunited. That's our belief. And I know that it's possible to live with deep pain, with a gaping hole in your heart, because you can still have that promise.

There is hope for a hurting heart.

Lt-Colonel Susan van Duinen is the dean of the School for Continuing Studies at Booth University College in Winnipeg.


On Thursday, November 26, 2015, celebrity websites list said:

I was moved greatly by your testimony and experience those moments of grieve and agony. God is faithful and will always make a way for you and your family. Be blessed. Musee, Kenya East T.

On Sunday, November 22, 2015, celebrity websites list said:

As an Adherent at Cascade Community Church in Abbotsford BC and formerly of Weetamah Corps in Winnipeg, I had the opportunity to meet Dirk at Men's Camp at the former Camp Woodlands. He was a truly inspirational man and made certain things easier for me to bring forward. I was deeply saddened to learn of his sudden passing. You are truly an amazing individual to have come so far since this incident. My prayers will continue to include you and your family.

On Friday, November 20, 2015, Dana said:

Dear Susan,
Thank you for sharing your story of Hope in the midst of tragedy. Colonel Dirk ALWAYS made me laugh and smile during the time we worked together at DHQ. He was a wonderful man.

Blessings on you today!

On Thursday, November 19, 2015, Gladys said:

hi Susan
I been Praying for u always
Love Gladys

On Thursday, November 19, 2015, Wes Green said:

We who journey in grief will continue to live for Christ and search for renewed joy just as everyone else . We are given a unique perspective thru the eyes and heart of God. Indeed, loss changes our world perspective, yet the constancy of Christ keeps our wounded heart tender. Emotions that are balanced by relational love find the experience of grief are overwhelming. However, this journey is also familiar to God. He who was a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief brings peace in His Presence.

Life will never be the same, but it has not lost its value. Indeed, we are different, changed forever by the loss of loved ones. Yet, our source of joy in our journey remains constant. Learning to live thru life changes is familiar to all, not easy, just necessary.

When life is suddenly introduced to loss, I have discovered the boundless supply of encouragement is loaned to me to share to fellow grievers. Life is marked with many moments, some happy, easy to accept, and others leave a stain that marks our path with pain. Given a choice, we chose life with Jesus. That doesn't change. Now, we just know the depth of sorrow on our way to rediscover joy in our journey.

We all lose loved ones, some just gain a new perspective thru grieving with hope. God sustains and restores us with promises of future joy when we are reunited in Eternal Life. Thanks be to God for a walk thru life with loved ones who add joy to our journey.

Thank you God for the time we shared with those we love. Our reward here was moments we shared with them. Our future reward will be reunion in heaven with Jesus, our first love, and those who held our heart strings here. Thanks to Colonel for bravely sharing her pain and reminding us the healing of a broken heart begins with God and continues thru each of us.

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