A bittersweet visit to our alma mater
January 01, 2020
From the time Hannah started kindergarten, she knew where she wanted to go to college.
(She was a serious-minded student from the very beginning.) She had a little "Future
Tiger" t-shirt that she wore with great pride, and if you asked her, she would tell
you she was going to Ouachita. In fact, she would tell you even if you didn't ask.
Over the years, she never wavered. By the time she was a sophomore in high school,
she already had her roommate chosen and was looking forward to heading off to OBU
in just a couple of years.
All of that changed when she was diagnosed with brain cancer in the spring of her
sophomore year. Instead of graduating from high school in 2010 and heading off to
college, she graduated early in 2009 and was promoted straight to Heaven. And as nice
as the new dorms are at Ouachita, there's no comparison to the digs she has now.
Maybe she had such an affinity for Ouachita because she always heard Mom and Dad speak
of it with such fondness. We met there and graduated from there back in the late '80s.
We were excited that our oldest daughter had dreams of attending there ... and looked
forward to visiting her in the dorm, hearing her stories of run-throughs, functions
and late-night serenades; seeing her perform in Tiger Tunes; and attending her graduation
one day.
We made a trip to Ouachita recently, but it wasn't to do any of these things. ...
It was to speak to a class called "Death and Dying." The professor knew our story
and was familiar with the While We're Waiting ministry, and invited us to speak to
his class. We readily agreed when we were asked, and have been looking forward to
it.
The irony was not lost on us, however, as we drove onto campus. We weren't coming
to visit Hannah, we weren't coming to watch her in Tiger Tunes, we weren't coming
to her graduation. We were coming to talk to a class of students (just a little bit
younger than she would be now) about her death.
Ehhh.
A lot of things have changed on Ouachita's campus since we were students there, but
in Berry Bible Building, it was as though time had stood still over the last 30 years.
Other than some updated technology in the classrooms, everything looked exactly the
same.
And other than the ubiquitous technology in their hands, the students of Ouachita
are still the same.
This group of young adults was bright, kind and compassionate. It was a small class,
and they listened attentively as we shared Hannah's story and talked about how her
death has impacted our family. They asked a number of insightful questions and even
shared some tears with us. We had the opportunity to share with them how God can bring
beauty from ashes and redeem even our greatest losses when we lay them at His feet.
As we talked to them about While We’re Waiting, I hope they saw a visual representation
of how God can use our greatest pain to lead us to our greatest area of ministry.
Do I wish we had been at Ouachita for a different reason than to speak about Hannah's
death?
A hundred times YES!
Am I grateful that God continues to use Hannah's story to touch lives?
Oh, yes.
Jill Sullivan, a 1988 Ouachita graduate, and her husband, Brad, a 1989 OBU graduate, are co-founders of While We’re Waiting, a faith-based retreat ministry that provides support for bereaved parents. This post is reprinted with permission from thesullivanfour.blogspot.com.
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