Peace, Love & Grief – There is a peace that comes with acceptance, and a love that is always remembered

Peace, Love, and Grief – When a Sign is Not a Sign

When Bruce first died, I remember begging him not to leave me… I couldn’t see how to do life without him… I didn’t even want to try for a very long time. From the beginning, the signs that Bruce left for me made it possible for me to keep going – one day at a time.

By the time I was diagnosed with cancer, (several years later), I had taken my wedding ring off and was wearing it on the chain with Bruce’s wedding ring around my neck. Suddenly faced with the prospect of some pretty scary treatment options, I found myself longing for Bruce. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to go through all of that stuff by myself… without him… It felt impossible.

So, while I continued to wear his ring on the chain, my rings went back on my finger. I just needed to feel like he was there with me through all of it. Physically, my sister selflessly went with me to every appointment, treatment, surgery, and recovery. I couldn’t have done it without her by my side. The rest of my comfort I drew from remembering the love Bruce and I shared. I could feel him with me, as well, throughout all of it.

The next year, I was diagnosed with another cancer. I was beginning to wonder if this was going to be a “rest of my life” kind of thing. I was frustrated and tired. I wasn’t sure I had the mental strength to do it again… Somehow, I could feel Bruce and I knew I could… and I did.

That’s the way it has been… I have challenges in life (like everyone else). Somehow, though, I always feel Bruce’s strength and love with me through whatever challenge I am facing… I never truly feel alone.
As I shared last week, I am often hesitant to share the details around the signs from Bruce… to talk about the signs… the energy shifts… the ways I know it is him, because it sounds a bit crazy. I know this… At the same time, I also know how common it is for a lot of us. That is why I want to share my “signs” story from this week.

Here in Florida, this is hurricane season. Not trying to jinx a good thing, however, where I am located seems to be magical – as if it has a bubble over it. Local legend says that is why NASA is here. There is something about the way the winds blow over this town… They seem to push the worst of the storms either north or south of us.

Last weekend when the news about Milton started taking shape, we started thinking about what kind of preparations to make. I have ridden out a couple of CAT 1 hurricanes here by myself, and this time, my son was going to be here with me. He is “Mr. Chill” about everything, while I tend to go too far into my emotions. As a result, we seem to balance each other out quite well. Therefore, the idea that Milton would be a CAT 1 or 2 when it passed overhead seemed doable.

We did all the recommended things – put up storm shutters and sandbags, made sure we had everything charged and extra batteries on hand, bought plenty of groceries, moved the porch furniture inside, and hunkered down to wait it out. As night fell and the storm made landfall, my son went on to bed, while I settled myself on the couch with the news on… That was where I planned to spend the overnight hours – dozing and watching the progress of the storm.

As I lay there watching the news, (even though I know they tend to over-sensationalize everything storm related), I started feeling fear drip into my soul. All the “what-if’s” started playing through my mind at break-neck speed. In an effort to reign that in and settle my mind, I closed my eyes and took a few long deep breathes, before saying out loud, “Bruce… I don’t know where you are right now, but I sure wish you were here. I could really use a hug, and to hear you whisper that it’s all going to be okay.”

As I opened my eyes, I noticed that the curtains next to me were moving… and I smiled… I needed to know Bruce was with me, and there was my sign. I knew it was all going to be okay… I wasn’t alone.
I closed my eyes and drew in another breath… Peeked to make sure the curtains were still moving, (which they were), and fell sound asleep. I didn’t hear another thing until my alarm went off the next morning. The storm was still going on outside, but inside, we were safe and dry…

Now… I have always been one to test each and every sign to see if it is real or not. As I sat there staring at the curtains – no longer moving at this point, I started to wonder if something had made the curtains move. The AC was my thought, but the only vent pointing into this room was so far away… Plus, the angle was off.

However, I knew I needed to test it. So, I turned the thermostat down and waited for the unit to kick on. Sure enough, it took a minute or two, but the curtain started to move just as it had the night before. It wasn’t Bruce or energy shifting. It was just the way the air flows around the furniture and the corners of the room.

I smiled to myself… no, it wasn’t a sign… Then again, what I needed in that moment was comfort… and comfort was exactly what I received. So, maybe it doesn’t really matter if something can be proven or disproven, as long as the result is one that brings peace to my soul when I need it.
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.

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Peace, Love, and Grief – Signs of Love

I am often hesitant to share stories about signs I receive from Bruce. While I know in my heart and without a doubt the signs are from him, I am also well aware that to many people they will sound like I am off my rocker. At the same, I also know I am not the only one… Many of you have privately shared stories of signs from your loved ones and the absolute love you feel in those moments.

Today, I want to share one such story (with permission). I have known Sharon for years. She is a wonderful, positive, and loving person – always thinking of others… always ready with a joke and a smile. When she recently lost her father, my heart broke for her. Yet, this story (in true Sharon style) brought a smile and the warmth of love to my day…

In Sharon Spungen’s own words…

“Starting the new year with a hug from dad and a dash of hope.

Got up this morning in plenty of time to get to temple early to rehearse with the choir. But as I looked around in a panic, I realized… I could not find my tallis.

I usually wear the one we got our sons for their bar mitzvahs… it has rainbow stripes, and I love the bright colors and positive energy that comes from thinking of my boys.

But today? As hard as I looked… I couldn’t find it. Anywhere. And yes, I know I have a lot of brightly cored rainbow things in my house. I get that. But this tallis that I just wore a few weeks ago for a student’s bar mitzvah? Where on earth could I have put it???

Frustrated, and now late, I checked the one place I had always kept it… and there like a sign… was Dad’s tallis. Opening it felt like a trip down memory lane. There were kippot from life events… my bat mitzvah, weddings <of those we love> and handwritten notes on dad’s Torah portion. I sat… and sobbed.

And when I walked into the rehearsal, late with tear-stained cheeks and still snuffling, wearing Dad’s tallis and kippah, I explained to all why… and Cantor said …. and I quote, “Your Dad has you covered.” And he was so right.

Wearing his Tallis was wearing a hug from him. I am pretty sure he chuckled at our chipmunk, and I would like to think he would have approved of my singing.

It was my first Rosh Hashanah without him. Last year at this time I couldn’t imagine a world without him in it. Now it is the reality I have to face. Unataneh Tokef hit hard.

But. When I came home and walked into my room… there sat the rainbow tallis as visible as could be on my desk. I think he knew I needed his presence today.

May this year bring peace to all. Lshana Tovah.”

Rereading and sharing this here makes me smile and feel all that loving energy all over again. I love that our loved ones can reach out and still make us aware of their presence and their love. Thank you, Sharon, for sharing that love with us today!
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

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Peace, Love, and Grief – What’d You Say?

There are so many times, (especially as I grow older), when someone is talking to me, and I respond with “What’d you say?” … Usually followed by something like “I can’t/didn’t hear you” or “I couldn’t hear you over the ____”. (Anyone else have that experience?) Either way, with my hearing what it is, unless you are facing me and within 5 – 6 feet, I’m not going to get the message; we have to try again.

So then, what about when the universe is trying to tell me something?

Well, have you ever had one of those moments when you feel like the universe is trying to get a message across? Yea… me too… Quite often actually. With each challenge, (once I catch my breath), I am constantly thinking, “Okay… What is the lesson here? What am I supposed to learn from this?”

OR… Have you ever felt like you must have missed the message because suddenly it feels like the universe is screaming at you? Yep… me too… And last Sunday was one of those days…

Often, I have written about my spiritual journey and how Bruce’s spiritual journey has greatly influenced my own. I think one of the biggest ways he has influenced my faith is this simple thought… Is it better to have questions that can’t be answered, or answers that can’t be questioned?

That simple question has guided so much of my journey. I think I will be forever grateful to Bruce for showing me that not only is it good to question the religious status quo, it is the only way to grow spiritually.

Sunday morning as I sat down for my meditation time, I started as I always do with a simple breathing meditation to quiet my mind and find that deep connection to the Divine within. From there I moved to a simple prayer which I pray each morning for all those I love and have loved in the past, for all those I will connect to that day – both physically and mentally. I pray that each one will know health, prosperity, peace of mind, and a meaningful life. I pray that God will create a clear mind and an open heart in me so that I can see each person as their highest self.

Then, I just sit… and listen… and breathe. Thoughts float in and out of my mind like leaves floating on a river stream. I may notice each one as it passes, but I don’t spend any time with it. This morning though, the same thought kept coming back over and over – “Thoughts, words, and actions” … No matter how many times I noticed and released them, back they came – relentless in their determination to be heard.
After a while, I moved on to my devotional, and wouldn’t you know it, the affirmation was “My thoughts, words, and actions affirm wholeness.” Alrighty, then… that was odd.

From there, I moved on to another book that I am reading. This one was talking about the Autumn Equinox as a time when the light and dark are equal – just like us, and how we are called to continue integrating Divine love into, (you guessed it), our thoughts, words and actions… Okay, this was becoming more than a little bit curious.

Next, I opened up the lesson I am reading in A Course in Miracles, only to find, “… the ego’s wishes out of which darkness and nothingness arise…” Good grief! I hear you, universe… Now what?

Well, by this point, I am sure we all know that couldn’t possibly be all the universe had to say on the topic. So, as I went on to look at another book – one on health, the author spoke about the importance of holistic health, and how our thoughts affect our words, which in turn affects our actions and health.

It’s funny, though, none of this is new to me. I have facilitated a course on resilience many times and the premise is exactly this… Our thoughts create our words and emotions which in turn create our actions. If we want to change our actions, we have to first step all the way back to the beginning and change our thoughts.

Of course, to do that means I also have to stop gathering “evidence” in my everyday interactions that support the thoughts I am working to change. Whew… that is a lot to think about so early in the morning.

As I sat there contemplating all of this, I realized that this message applies to so many different areas of my life. In fact, I can’t think of an area where it is not applicable.

For example, I have always felt that my purpose here on earth is to love. That’s all… It’s that simple… To simply show the world around me that each and every person is worthy of love and kindness. If someone isn’t interested or at a point where they can’t accept that, it’s okay. That is up to each individual.

My purpose is to simply recognize and connect to the Divine in each person I encounter and to offer love… To show each person that they are worthy of love simply because they exist… Because we are all part of the Divine Creator… and no one is left out.

Yet, since that is already something I am working on, that couldn’t be the message… there had to be more…

Last week, I wrote about grief and learning to reframe the story… Maybe I still have work to do on reframing my thoughts to adjust my focus – allowing me to see and experience this life and this world. Maybe when I reframe my thoughts, then it is natural that my words and actions will follow… Then the story of loss and grief for what is no longer becomes a story of joy for all the experiences that once were.
That’s all true… That is still something I am working on, but is there something more?

I spent the morning (and the following mornings) thinking of something I have been struggling with for months. I have been reading books and talking about this in therapy. I have even discussed this with my spiritual advisor… and that is boundaries. You see, I was never taught to have boundaries. We weren’t allowed to say “no” to adults growing up, so understanding how they work has become a mission and a process.

This Is my struggle…

I truly believe I am called to love. My faith tells me to love and forgive everyone. So… How do I love people, while at the same time being realistic enough about behaviors to set and maintain boundaries… I mean, sure we can say that everyone has the Divine within, but sometimes it is hard to see or find… I know this firsthand. I have experienced abusive and toxic behaviors from people – even people I love. (And I am just as sure there are times when someone may feel the same way about me.)

First, I think I need to be clear about why we establish boundaries in the first place. (I need to get my thoughts in order.) From what I understand, boundaries are actually about love… They help me to respect both myself and the other person. So… Love needs to be the thought and driving force behind that boundary.

Next, I need to realize that love isn’t always about giving in or allowing any and all behaviors. Like a parent (who loves their child), I need to recognize unhealthy behaviors. A loving parent doesn’t let a child who doesn’t know any better call all the shots. Parents understand that they need to lovingly set up boundaries which creates a safe space for the child the grow.

That means, I need to inspect my thoughts and make any needed adjustments. I need to ensure that my thoughts are those of simple recognition – not judgement or anger or blame. Then, I can more easily determine if my boundaries are punitive or protective. Punitive boundaries are not loving or healing. Protective boundaries offer both.

Even if reconciliation is not a current possibility, it is never completely off the table. Maybe we are in different places on our journey and reconciliation needs to be in mind only. That’s okay… that is still a step in a healthier direction.

Now, after days of mulling all this over, I still want to ask, “What’d you say?” … But I won’t because I know…

I know that we all go through crap, and each person’s journey is unique to them. I know that we all need a safe space to work through this crap, and without that, we may never achieve the peace for which we long. I know that I want to adjust my thoughts, words, and actions to create that safe space… I don’t want to be someone who digs in her heels – determined my way is the right way… That only creates division – not safety… not trust… and definitely not love.

I know this is possible because I have experienced it… with Bruce. Bruce created a beautiful legacy of being wise with his thoughts… purposeful with his words… and mindful with his actions… and I think the universe is calling me to do the same.
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

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Peace, Love, and Grief – Learning to Reframe the Story

Grief is a journey that is greatly affected by our past experiences. That isn’t just me talking; multiple books I have read on the topic say this over and over. The sources state that the way we are raised to think about ourselves, our relationships, and loss itself all influence our grief journey – not just this specific loss.

I know for me the goal I felt was set before me both at home and at church was to strive to be perfect. A couple of things about that… First, it was my own interpretation of the message – not the message itself. Second, I knew that it was an impossible goal. No one is perfect. In fact, not being perfect… making mistakes, has been one of the best ways I have grown and developed. It is how we learn – through our mistakes.

Growing up, though I didn’t understand that, and as a result, my self-esteem sank lower and lower. Before long, I felt completely unworthy of being loved, which resulted in me tolerating several abusive relationships, including my first marriage. Whenever things grew out of hand, I would easily convince myself that I didn’t deserve any better.

This continued until it reached a breaking point… A point where I didn’t care if I went to hell for leaving – dogma I no longer prescribe to. In my mind, I was already there… and so, I took the kids and left. I had no idea where I was going to go or how I was going to provide for my kids, but I figured it could be any worse.

It took a while but in time, things began to get sorted… And while the abusive, angry behavior never fully stopped, it was no longer in my face. (And over time, I have learned to ignore most of it.) Then, after three long years, our divorce was finally done, and I could breathe a little bit easier.

It wasn’t long after our divorce that Bruce walked into my life. The love that he showed me was complete and unconditional – something I had never believed in or experienced before. My mother told me that she was praying for me to meet someone who would love me like that – someone who loved me as Christ does… And Bruce was definitely that person.

Because of his unwavering love and belief in me (and us), my self-esteem grew. Bruce showed me that self-love is not selfish. In fact, it is required if you want to truly love another, because you can’t give away what you don’t have. Also, if someone loves you, they do not want you to be any less “you”. Rather, they will celebrate you – all of you… the good, the bad, and the crazy.

Those few short years together were amazing. I learned so much about love and relationships… peace and wisdom… and trust. (That was a BIG one for me.) Bruce always said I did the same for him… That I made him want to be a better man.

Like I said – it was an amazing time for both of us.

Then, in a moment, he was gone… One minute kissing and holding me in bed, and a few short hours later – gone. No warning – total shock. In that short span of time, my whole world collapsed. Everything I thought I knew and trusted disappeared. Suddenly, I found myself thrown back (emotionally) in time to that same space where I was nothing… I deserved nothing… I was worth nothing.

The grief I felt seemed to have no end. I couldn’t go back… and I struggled to go forward. I felt like I was in limbo… Bruce was gone, but I needed him too much to let go. That went on for years.

Last year, though, I heard something that changed my perspective… I was listening to a speaker who said that when people struggle to move on after a loss, it is often because their grief… their pain… has become their only connection to the person who died. There is a fear that if the grief and pain are the only things still keeping them connected, what will happen if they let it go?

That hit me full in the face. Yes, I was making slow and steady headway, but I really was scared to completely let go of all those feelings. My grief had somehow become a part of who I was, and now it was a part of my and Bruce’s relationship. Was that really what I wanted? No… It wasn’t.

I knew I didn’t want that… But what could I do to change it?

Reframe the story… not necessarily “our” story… but “my” story – my story that is still happening. But what does that even mean? Reframe the story?

Well, for me, it has meant moving my focus away from the pain and grief that I feel for Bruce. (I still feel it, but it isn’t my focal point.) Instead, I am learning to focus on the respect, love, joy and positive emotions that were the foundation of our relationship. It is about remembering the good… the things that made me look forward to waking up each morning and being blessed with another day to love this man. It is about retraining my mind to think of the memories that make me smile rather than the loss that can so easily feel overwhelming and un-survivable.

It hasn’t been easy. For whatever reason, science tells us that our brains tend to attach more easily to the negatives than the positives. Yet, it is the positives that make life worth remembering and living. So… whenever I find myself triggered or in the middle of a wave of grief, I know to take a moment to breathe. Then, I am able to remind myself to focus on the good – even if it is just one memory and it only creates a tiny spark of joy in that moment… Let me assure you – that tiny spark feels way better than any amount of grief and pain.

So, that is how I am reframing the story. That is how I am learning to still be connected to Bruce… and at the same time, still live the life I have been given.
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us in ways we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that can feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.

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Peace, Love, and Grief – Perspectives

“The state of your life is nothing more than a reflection of the state of your mind.” ~ Wayne Dyer

… A state of mind… Our perspective… It is something we don’t spend a lot of time contemplating. Yet, it controls everything around us… or at least, it controls how we experience everything around us.

At the beginning of this journey, when Bruce first died, all I could think about was how he was gone. Everything in my world was filtered through a lens of grief, loss, pain, and (if I am honest) self-pity. If I saw a couple fighting, I wanted to shout at them to stop. After all, there was no guarantee that they would both still be here in the morning. If I saw a couple holding hands or kissing, I was jealous. Why did they still get to be together, while Bruce and I weren’t. It didn’t seem fair.

But it wasn’t just that… Holidays and normal days, waking and sleeping – no matter what was happening, the “spin” my brain applied had more to do with Bruce being gone than what was actually happening around me. I somehow lost my ability to just enjoy life as it comes. All I could think about was my loss and so that was how I viewed and experienced life.

Was it helpful? Heck, no! Was it a normal reaction? Absolutely!

It took me a long time, though, to realize exactly how much that perspective was hurting me. It wasn’t just my clothes that were black; it was my whole outlook on life. Even now, I know that when I get triggered and a wave of grief comes flooding into my soul, I have to be very careful not to let it take over how I view everything else. Otherwise, I find myself spiraling down, because the more I focus on my pain, the more my pain becomes all I can see.

It is a vicious space to find yourself in and unless you realize it, you will remain there… and it takes a lot of self-discipline to fight that urge to wallow there and instead focus on the good.

“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” ~ Wayne Dyer

This morning when I opened Facebook, the first two posts were from friends whom I have gone to church with, prayed with, loved and cared about. We have different political views, but that doesn’t mean either of us are bad or wrong… We just have different life experiences that have led us to differing opinions. I can respect that. We don’t have to agree.

Why? Because my focus isn’t on our differences. My focus is on the love and friendship we share with each other. My focus is on the Divine in each and every one of us that (in my view) connects all of us to each other.

What hurt, though, is that it would never occur to me to say the things to them that they were saying to me. Granted, it wasn’t a personal message with my name on it. However, these messages were directed at everyone and anyone who isn’t in agreement with them. That makes no sense to me.

It didn’t change my mind. However, it did cause me to flinch on the inside, and honestly, it felt just plain mean. (Not a word I would use to describe either of these people.) How can someone say that their faith calls them to love, then turn right around and say things that are anything but loving?

I found myself asking what happened to the love between friends? Respect for others’ experiences? Compassion for things we may not understand because we’ve never been forced to deal with it? An appreciation for hard choices that (thankfully) weren’t ours to make?

Gone… All of it seems to be gone.

How did we get to this place? I believe a big piece of that puzzle is (as I said in the beginning) our perspective… our focus… Because when we only focus on our differences, suddenly those differences are all we can see, and – right or wrong – that is what we act on.

I can’t imagine living in a world where everyone thinks alike… where all opinions are the same… where there is only room for one way of thinking. I would hate that. I am so thankful for all of my life’s experiences – even that hard ones… even the awful ones. Each of those has broadened my world and opened my eyes.

It’s funny… I didn’t always think that way. I spent most of my life surrounded by people who looked like me, prayed like me, and thought like me… which led me to believe that my thoughts and opinions were the right ones.

Then I met Bruce… sweet, wonderful Bruce. His opinions were not always in line with mine. I can’t tell you how many times I found myself trying to change his mind so he would see things the “right way” … Yet, through it all, he was so patient.

I remember one day as we discussed a sensitive topic, he asked how much I truly knew about the opposing views. It wasn’t a challenge. It was an honest question.

Had I ever actually listened – really listened – as someone explained their thoughts and views? Not simply hearing words and comparing them to my own thoughts… then, ultimately thinking of all the ways they were wrong. In other words, I wasn’t really listening. I was only waiting for my turn to respond. He was asking me to just let go for a moment and listen – without judgement… without formulating a response… to just a focus on them and all the experiences behind the words.

While I wanted to say that I had, I knew that I hadn’t… Not really… not enough. Then he talked about how important it is to listen to all the sides… to get a true and firm idea of where they are on their journey, whether I agreed or not wasn’t the point. The point was that while neither person is likely to change their mind, listening to each other allows us to draw closer in understanding and compassion… In other words, it alters our focus so that we can at least find our similarities and/or understand why we each think differently.

At that point, the focus is no longer on who is right or wrong, but on how we can move forward together… It is about adjusting our perspective so that our interactions are ones that build each other up – not tear each other down.

As time passes, I have come to understand more and more what he was saying (and modeling). Other opinions aren’t a threat – they are simply expressions of where each of us are currently on our journey… And each person’s journey is unique to them.

For example, now I find that I like people who offer other ways of thinking. I learn a lot about myself and the world around me when my perspectives are (respectfully) challenged. It might be hard to hear, and I may or may not understand or agree. However, usually… hopefully… we both leave that conversation a little bit wiser and a little more compassionate.

All that to say this…

“What you choose to perceive, you project out towards others. Your brother or the world you perceive to be outside yourself, acts as a mirror and reflects back what you originally projected out. Since thoughts are things, if you see your brother as handicapped, he will be handicapped. If you see him as hateful, he will be hateful. <Your> ways of seeing your brother reflects how you see yourself.” ~ ACIM, Note #25 (Thomas Wakechild)

There are a lot of things I have learned from Bruce through the years – some while he was alive and some after he died. At this point, I would say this idea of being aware of my focus and how it affects my perspective on everything else has probably had the biggest impact on my life… And for that, I am exceedingly grateful.
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.

Peace, Love, and Grief – Grief

Did you know that there are different types of grief? Seriously, there are! According to the internet, they are Normal grief, Anticipatory grief, Complicated grief, Sudden loss grief, Disenfranchised grief, Secondary grief, and Anniversary grief.

How crazy does that sound? It sounds ridiculous to me… grief is grief. In my opinion, when we start categorizing grief, that means we are comparing grief… And when we compare grief, we are judging it… We are deciding, which is worse? Which is harder? Which is more valid?

That is ridiculous… Just stop!

Sure, there are different triggers or ways that grief enters and presents itself, but the bottom line is – it is all grief. It all hurts. All of it is challenging.

So, let’s start at the end of the list and work our way forward…

Anniversary grief. This is referring to the anniversaries that we hold dear in relation to the person we lost. This includes the grief we feel as the day approaches, as well as the grief on “the day”. And there is the grief that lingers after. This isn’t just the first year. It is every year. It is still grief… Still hard.

Then there is Secondary grief. This is referring to the side losses… the other relationships in our life that are now changed due to that loss. For some that may be readjusting, or (for example) it could be the relationship with your in-laws. In other words, it is about how this loss affects your other relationships. These changes tend to be more gradual – changing over time… However, it is still grief (although with another relationship) … Still hard.

Next comes Disenfranchised grief. This is referring to a death where society may not understand the relationship, such as a pet or someone who has been ill for a long time. Usually this means grieving alone and without support. This sounds terrible to me… and… It is still grief… Still hard.

Then there is Sudden Loss. This is about a loss that is completely unexpected. More often than not, this involves some type of trauma. There is shock surrounding the entire event – a struggle to understand and/or accept the loss. While I believe this has been my experience, it is still grief… Still hard.

Complicated grief is next. This is grief that is intense and ongoing. This grief may make simple daily tasks seem impossible and may require therapy. Also keep in mind that grief does not have a timeline. Everyone is different, so give yourself grace to heal. Still… this is grief… And VERY hard to work through.

Anticipatory grief is next. This occurs before the actual loss. In other words, it is the grieving that starts when someone we love is facing death. In these situations, the grieving process is long since it starts before the loss occurs and continues after they are gone. The person left behind grieves twice. I have not been through this, but people I love have (or are currently experiencing this) and… It is grief… It is hard.

Finally, there is Normal grief… What?? Normal?? Grief is not normal. It is awful! References say this is “the typical reaction a person has to loss”. Please tell me which two people have experienced grief the same… No one! Grief is as individual as each of us. The references say that with normal grief, the emotions are high at first, then the person goes “back to their everyday normal life”. That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard! Your life will never be the same. Granted, it will go on. It will be what you make of it… But it will not “go back” to “everyday normal” life. This is still grief… It is still hard.

Sometimes I think the people who write this stuff are too far removed from the whole experience to truly understand what they are saying. At the same time, I get it. As humans, we want to put things into nice, neat categories that we can understand. However, grief is so individual that it cannot be placed into nice, neat boxes and categorized. That is why it is such a challenge.

So, let’s just be honest enough to say that grief is grief, and it is hard (period).
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.

Peace, Love, and Grief – Messages

“It feels absurd that he doesn’t exist, but… it is what it is.” ~ Mary Oliver, Snow Geese

I feel this so often… When something good happens and I want to share; when something bad happens and I need a friend; when something silly or crazy happens and I want to share that “did you see that” glance with my BFF; throughout the holidays and on birthdays; when I wake up to start the day and when I finally lay my head down at night…

I know he is gone. I have accepted that reality. However, I still struggle to understand it. It makes no sense to me… at all. He was so young, and we had just started our lives together. How can he not be here anymore? How is he gone?

I can’t tell you how often I have found myself so excited to share something with Bruce, only to be also instantly reminded that I can’t… He isn’t here. Or the days when a simply hug from Bruce could have turned my sadness into instant smiles, but that is not be… never again. “Never again” is a very long time, which means the thought of “never again” can sometimes feel overwhelming…

But… What if “never again”, isn’t quite right? What if that isn’t the whole story?

For decades, I have felt a true, energetic connection to my paternal grandfather and my maternal grandmother. I can’t explain it. I don’t even know why them and not anyone else. I just know that it is there. I feel their love, their guidance, and their energy… And with Bruce, it has been the same – only stronger.

There have been dreams that are so vivid and real I hate waking up. (Not so unusual – most of us experience these.) Sometimes, things in our home that held special importance to him are moved. For example, something will be in one place when I go to bed, and back where he used to keep it when I wake up. Or the foosball men will be set up for his “opening move” rather than lined up neatly the way I like them. Or his Christmas stocking that swings constantly while all the others hang perfectly still. (Nothing big… always subtle.)

Then there are times when the message seems to come in the form of music. For example, the other day as I got into the shower, I found myself wondering if he was still around since I hadn’t noticed anything lately. While I was in the shower, I felt a peaceful presence wash over me like a hug – all felt right in the world. A few minutes later, when I turned off the water and got out, “our song” was finishing up on the radio. It felt like Bruce was sending a message in the music – “I am always here… whether you know it or not.”

I know this probably sounds crazy or far-fetched to most people. That’s okay… I realize how it sounds. At the same time, I simply know what I have experienced and the connections I feel because of those experiences. Besides, how many things that we now know to be scientifically sound would not have been believed 25, 50, or 100 years ago.

As for me, my faith has always taught me that that just because you can’t see it or haven’t experienced it, doesn’t’ mean it isn’t true. And since science teaches that energy doesn’t die, I am open to whatever that means and the comfort it brings me when I need it. When I keep all of this in mind, it leads me to work a little harder to live a life with less judgement – a mindset that is open, looks beyond form, and connects to the energy within everyone and everything.

In other words, it isn’t just head knowledge that makes us who we are or gets us through our day-to-day. Our heart knowledge is just as solid and just as important in determining our next steps and the energy we leave in our wake… And that gives me hope when I start to dwell on the “never again”.

“Life is so much more than our limited human bodies and perspectives.” ~ Pam Grout
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.

Peace, Love, and Grief – On Being Sad

Note: I apologize for missing last week. It was my son’s birthday weekend, and our family celebrated him all weekend… Life is too precious to do anything less. : )

I am actually not sad today… I am missing Bruce, (that is an everyday occurrence), but I’m not sad. However, even now, there are still days when I am sad – overwhelmingly sad, sometimes. So, when I read a meme on grief today, the truth in its words hit me hard and reminded me of how many times I have heard someone say, “Bruce wouldn’t want you to be sad.”

I hate that line. It feels so manipulative… so dismissive…

Of course, he wouldn’t want me to be sad. I don’t want to be sad either. Shoot! If the tables were turned, I believe he would be sad. I wouldn’t want that, but I completely understand it, just as I believe he understands my sadness, too.

Bruce was never one to tell me how to feel or what to think. Instead, he was one to listen… to offer compassion… and to let me take whatever time I needed to work through whatever I was feeling – no timeline, no pressure – just love… always love.

So, if we really think about that piece of advice, it isn’t helpful at all. Ignoring feelings… pushing them down… that isn’t how we heal.

Grief is hard. Grief is ugly. Grief looks different on each person who experiences it. Unless we do the hard, ugly work of grieving, it will not get any better. Also, even when we work on it, I don’t think grief is ever completely gone. It has a way of appearing when we least expect it – in varying degrees of intensity, called waves. We can be fine in the morning and bawling our eyes out by lunch.

It is the nature of the beast, and grief is a cruel beast… and also my (now) constant companion.

However, that doesn’t mean I have given up. I work at it, and I keep moving forward. Each day, another baby step… time spent with those I love… time spent laughing… time spent in contemplation… time spent creating new memories… and time spent finding new dreams for the future.

In other words, life still goes on. Sure, I spend time reflecting on the past, but these days, I am a lot more careful not to get stuck there. Now that I truly know exactly how precious this life is, I don’t want to waste a moment of it. I work hard to recapture the thrill I always felt when I was with Bruce… Only now, I have to find that same love of life without him. It’s hard. Somedays I am more successful than others – and that’s okay.

Even when Bruce was here, I wasn’t happy 24/7… Neither was he… No one is. We all get tossed around and experience life’s bumps and bruises… and we all have to work through the emotions that go with all of that. For each of us, that will look different. Telling each other how to feel or not feel isn’t helpful… And adding the phrase that “So-and-so wouldn’t want you to feel that way” isn’t fair. It isn’t right.

If you are sad, feel sad. Whether you are new to grief or whether you have been on this journey for a while doesn’t matter. How you care for yourself is what matters. Give yourself the space to feel what you feel. Work on not being stuck there, but also realize there isn’t a timeline to tell you when to stop. I know this isn’t as simple as it may sound. It takes time to figure out what will work for you. However, never forget that you are worth the investment… We all are.

Sure, our loved ones wouldn’t want us to be sad. Of course not! However, they also wouldn’t want us to ignore our grief and never process it. So… if happy is what you feel in this moment, enjoy that – drink in every precious moment of it… Or, if sad is what you feel in this moment, that is okay too – feel it deep in your bones while allowing your soul to understand and work through it… and never let someone else guilt you into pushing that aside; that is their stuff to work through – not yours or mine.

“Being sad is an acceptable response to death. Because really what they would want is what I want. They’d want to be here. To be laughing. To be creating new memories. Reflecting on the past. But dreaming of the future.” ~ @Glitterandgrief
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.

Peace, Love, and Grief – Not Fair

“That’s not fair.”

If there was ever one phrase that each of us spoke at some point in our childhood, this has to be it (or at least in the top ten). I can remember saying it as a child and my mother’s response was usually a “life’s not fair”. So… when my kids were growing up, guess what my response was to them… Yep… “Life’s not fair.”

… And it isn’t. Life is just… life.

There isn’t always fairness in what life doles out nor reason to understand it. Life just is, and as we mature, we realize that ‘fairness in all things’ is a fairly childish notion. Yet… don’t we all still have those moments when we just want it to be fair, but it isn’t? It may be hard to admit, but aren’t there still times when we want (or even need) someone or something to step in and either make it fair or explain why this particular set of circumstances might be fair after all?

… I know I do… I may not vocalize it as such, but the child in me still wants things to be fair… for all of us… even when I am on the beneficial end of something unfair. I struggle with the idea that my “gain” may have come at the cost of someone else’s “loss”. Either way, I struggle to understand. I want to know why. I want to know how. Somehow, I seem to get stuck for a bit, because I truly need to understand.

But life doesn’t usually offer explanations…

When Bruce died, I truly struggled with all of that. We were both pretty young. It felt as if we had just started our life together. How did this make any sense at all? Why him? Why us? It just wasn’t fair, and I struggled for years to wrap my brain around it.

Years later, when I was diagnosed with cancer, a lot of those same feelings came up again. I was healthy. I worked out every day. I ate right and drank moderately. The doctors used to tell me that my only “contributing factor” was the fact that I am a woman. Period. That made no sense. That didn’t answer my questions. In fact, I had even more questions, like “how was I supposed to go through this without Bruce by my side?” Without him, I had to reach out for support (both emotional and physical) from family and friends… people who had their own families and lives to deal with. None of that seemed fair… to anyone.

Then, last year in August, I was part of an 11% RIF (reduction in force). After 17 years as a high preforming employee, I was laid off along with about 2400 people, which also included many of my friends. It felt so wrong. It hurt so bad. Through the shock and stumbling at the beginning and through the job searches that followed, I struggled with all the same questions – How did this become an acceptable business solution? Why was this the solution? Why me? Why any of us? It didn’t make sense… None of it made sense… especially when that company started hiring again within a month or so.

Then, this week, at my new company, there was a RIF… again. I was stunned. I didn’t understand. I still don’t understand. This time I wasn’t let go, but now I find myself questioning why am I still here and the others aren’t? Even after only a few short months, I wonder ‘why’. Why them? How is this going to help? It feels so wrong. It feels so unfair.

This morning, while discussing this latest RIF and all of the emotions I am feeling with someone I love dearly, (and who holds very different religious/spiritual views), they responded by saying, “Well, one day, the people who made these choices will pay for their greed. They will stand before God and be judged for these decisions. They will be held to account for this. Take solace in that.”

But I don’t take solace in that. There was a time when I did… I used to believe that. In fact, I used to (half-jokingly) say that I wanted to stand behind my ex when we “go for judgement”, because I thought that would be fair after all the things he did to our family. Yet somewhere along the way, I outgrew that. I don’t even believe in that, and I don’t wish him ill. Instead, I accept the truth of what was, and at the same time, pray for ‘peace of mind’ for each of us who were in that situation… I guess, somewhere along the way, I realized that is better… That is what we need – not more judgment or anger or negativity.

Also, this morning, in my devotions, the author talked about the Buddhist practice of non-attachment. I have heard of it before, but never really understood it… until today. The author explained that non-attachment is not apathy. It is not about “not caring”. It is about accepting things as they are… as is… no judgement. Then, in my conversation with our church’s spiritual director, she went even further… Non-attachment also means not being attached to a certain outcome. It means accepting what I can’t control. (Insert a deep sigh here for me when that sunk in.)

Many people say that there are certain lessons our souls need to learn in our time here on earth. If we don’t learn a lesson, then it will keep reappearing (in different forms) until we do… until we start paying attention and doing the hard work of learning and letting go… of trusting that the Divine has a hand in all of it… of understanding that the Divine is good… and wants nothing but good for us. Period.

So instead of focusing on what isn’t fair, maybe I need to hold out and remember that life isn’t over. There is more to come. This particular moment may be incredibly hard, and I may not have any control. Maybe I need to find my voice or make some type of change or readjustment…

However, in the end, it isn’t about “fair” at all, because the idea of “fairness” is born from fear – fear of something missing. So, do I still want things to be fair? Of course, I do! But instead of worrying about controlling that, maybe I spend my time learning to ‘be’… learning to accept ‘what is’… and remembering to live from that inner space of peace that expresses love and hope to a world that has more than its fair share of fear and judgement…

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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.

Peace, Love, and Grief – Reality

“Even when emotional triggers crop up, you can quickly regain your composure and get back on track. Whatever you do, don’t get down on yourself. Acknowledge your feelings, so you can deal with them.” ~ Sheri McGregor, Done with the Crying

So many thoughts, so many feelings…

First, I want to thank everyone who sent messages of support and suggestions of how to pull myself out of the funk I was in. You are amazing!! I was in deep, and I didn’t know what else to do but be honest about that. After all, this is about my journey and that was where I found myself.

Right after Bruce died, when I first started this blog, and people were giving me suggestions on how to move forward, I was offended. That is embarrassing now, but it was where I was at the time. Then, all I could think was “who are you to tell me how to feel or what to do?”

Now, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that someone cares enough to offer help… to offer support. Whether or not I follow that advice is irrelevant… Someone cares. That is what matters. That is what warms my heart, makes me take a breath and a step back to figure out what to do next… So, to each person who cared enough to reach out, thank you! You touched my heart and changed my world.

Today is better… This week was better. Sometimes, just knowing someone cares can make a world of difference. This week, you are my heroes!

I think… no – I know… my triggers last week were multiple. A lot of it was our current cultural climate – the name calling and hatred surrounding politics and religion. (What a shame that we don’t stop to consider the effects of our words on others before we post them.) On top of that, I have realized, (after several months of waiting), that I have been the target of a cruel joke from someone I love very much. Then, per normal and despite being divorced for 20+ years, I have an ex that still doesn’t know how to move on and continues to be who he has always been by sending abusive messages – which is sad for him and obnoxiously irritating to me. (I probably shouldn’t say that here, because it will only encourage him, but it is what it is.) On top of that, I am working on some “forgiveness issues” of my own in therapy, and I guess it simply all became the “perfect storm.”

Anyway, it just felt like a lot last week. It felt like more than I could handle by myself. I would have given anything to feel Bruce’s arms enfolding me and his gentle voice assuring me that it was all okay. However, that is not to be. That is not my path. I suppose, my lesson, at this point in my journey, is to remember that life is precious and good… I am okay… and I can do this.

In fact, this was in my morning meditations today. These were the words that anchored my soul, “… love is greater that hate, peace is greater than chaos, and God is greater than everything.” * So, I will continue to breathe that in and let go of the rest.

I will remember that I can’t control what someone else does or says. That is theirs to own, and I don’t need to take it in and make it mine.

Why? Because God is great. I am good. Bruce loves me (still)… and all is well… And so, it is.

* The Daily Word, August 3, 2024
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Grief is a daily challenge. It changes us we could never foresee, making this journey a difficult path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.

Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.