April 2023 – Peace, Love & Grief

Peace, Love, and Grief… My Love, My hero, My Healer

I missed last week. I was down in the Keys enjoying some time with a few of my kids. I apologize for no forewarning, but in today’s world, I believe it is a really bad idea to announce an empty house due to leaving town. I hope you understand.

This week, though, I would like to brag a little bit about the man I love, the man I call Bruce. I know… I brag about him a lot. I think that may be one of the pieces of the grief process. The longer they are gone, the more perfect they become… We forget the bad (although there wasn’t much of that) and seem to only remember the good (there was a lot of that). Who knows – maybe that is why we call them angels and saints?

Earlier this week, as I was scrolling through Face Book and watching the video shorts that pop up, there was one that caught my attention. It was a man by himself, talking to the camera with the premise that his audience was other cis men. So, of course, I watched it… Don’t ask me why. I don’t know, but I’m glad I did.

In the video, he was giving advice on love and listening. In it, he stated how important it is to listen to your partner, especially when she is upset and hurting. He talked about just holding her and letting her say all the things while she cries… big, ugly crying. (You know what I mean.) His advice wasn’t to try and fix anything. It was to simply listen and to love her through it. He talked about the importance of letting her just get it all out in a safe space – no fixing, no judging, no patronizing, no interrupting, no saying it would all be fine in the end – just listening and holding her and loving her. That was it!

… And I cried because that is exactly what Bruce did for me.

We both came into the relationship with baggage from our first marriages. He had a lot of hurt, and we talked about that many times. However, he had worked through a lot of his hurt, and he would talk about what he had learned the first time around. Plus, he and his ex were actually quite amicable with each other. (It was wonderful to see that is actually possible.) My first marriage, though, had been abusive, and I was still struggling with PTSD from the trauma in that relationship.

Bruce never failed me, though… Whenever something would happen that triggered a PTSD episode, he was there – holding me, listening to me, letting me do that big, ugly, crying thing.

I remember one time; my ex had just sent an email to me. There wasn’t much to it really – a few ugly sentences that didn’t make a lot of sense. But the trigger for me was mine and Bruce’s home address in the subject line. My ex, this man who had terrorized me and my kids for years, was tracking me… and he knew where I was… I was terrified.

Now, I know this probably sounds silly, but PTSD doesn’t exactly bring out the rational side of a person. I literally burst into hysterics and ran to hide in the bedroom. (Because that makes sense, right?) Anyway, I have no idea what Bruce must have thought at the time. I do know that he took a peek at the computer, and not only read the email, he also responded to it.

Then, he came into our bedroom where he found me hiding – crouched between the bed and the dresser. But he didn’t try to coax or pull me out… No… This wonderful man got down on the floor with me, and just held me and listened as I cried (okay – bawled) and tried to explain why I was so scared. Yep… I was a big, ugly, hysterical mess… And he simply sat there with me – listening to all of it without ever making me feel silly or ridiculous.

There were so may instances like this in the first few years of our marriage. However, as time went on, and he consistently let me work through all that crap while he held me tight, something magical happened. I started to heal. I got stronger. The PTSD reared its head less and less.

And what did I learn? Just as the guy in the video said, love (unconditional love) really can heal all kinds of wounds.

That’s my story… That’s what I have been thinking about this week: 1 – How much I miss his strong arms and the safety I found there, and 2 – How his love for me is the reason I am still here today.

Thanks, Babe! I love you – always and forever!
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Grief changes us. This journey is not an easy path for anyone. 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. This year, my goal is to simply ‘be’… Be me, be kind, be compassionate, be loving, be hopeful… to just ‘be’ and to be comfortable with that… however it looks.

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… Like the Tides

The day is almost done,
And once again,
My heart is breaking.
The clock chimes –
Each stroke – a reminder of every year that has passed.
Each birthday celebrated with an empty chair,
And no one to blow out the candles.
The tears slide down my face,
And yet, I smile as I remember you…
Your laugh,
Your grin,
Your sense of humor,
But mostly,
Your love.
Happy birthday to the man
Who was my hero and my heart.
You are not forgotten…
You are missed… and still loved.
~ Linda, 2023

Happy birthday, Babe! I can’t believe another birthday has come and gone without you here… I miss you so much!

As I sit here on the beach thinking of you, it has occurred to me how the seasons of our lives come and go – like the ebb and flow of the tides… (No wonder so many poets and songwriters use that phrase.) There is no effort extended – life just happens – the good… the bad… and the in-between.

This year has already included all of that (and we are only in April!). There has been new life to celebrate and deaths to mourn. There have been times filled with love and laughter, and other times of tears and rejection… and all the stuff in the middle. You know… the normal everyday stuff that we tend to forget even though it probably fills up most of our days.

I miss sharing all of that with you… I miss laughing with you and crying with you… But mostly I miss all the in-between, normal, doing nothing with you.

Today I keep thinking about all those birthdays we spent with your folks. What a fun time! I miss that! We didn’t do a lot – the beach during the day and chilling with your folks at night… And yet, it was some of the best “doing-nothing” times that I can remember.

Then, we moved here, where the beach is practically in our backyard. (Well, not quite – but close enough!) Once we were settled, “doing-nothing” at the beach became our Sunday routine… God, how I miss that!

“Becoming still, I reflect on life-giving space to thoughts, memories, feelings, and ideas of where I have been and where I want to go.”

~ Daily Word, December 21, 2022

The thing is, I am still trying to figure out the “where I want to go” part. I am trying though, more than I ever have… I am “getting out and doing” as much as I am “staying put and not doing”. Honestly, though, I’m not too worried about any of it. After all this… if there is one thing I know, it is the fact that life has a way of placing us exactly where we need to be when we need to be there…. I just have to remain open to it… and all the possibilities.

This year has already held a lot of losses for me. I grieve what I have lost, which turns around and makes me grieve for you, too. What I wouldn’t give to feel your arms around me, reminding me that I am loved and it will all be okay.

I know, the more I sit here and write today, the more I start to feel sorry for myself, but I shouldn’t! I have been and continue to be so incredibly blessed… I have great friends. I have a wonderful family (both yours and mine) who love me, and rally around me when I need it… And you… I had you, Babe, and all the wonder and magic you brought into my life. Even now, I relish the precious memories day in and day out.

Thank you for that… and for still being my strength in one of the hardest years since you died.
I love you, Babe – now and forever!

I have been a long time on my own now.
I still hate it.
I miss your touch –
The gentle caresses that said, “I love you.”

I miss your smile and laughter –
The look in your eye that reminded me
Not to take life so seriously.

I miss your arms –
The way you held me close and
Made my fears and insecurities melt away.

I miss your friendship –
The unconditional love and acceptance you always put forward,
Which encouraged me to just be me.

In other words…
I miss you, Babe,
And I think I always will.
~ Linda, 2023

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Grief changes us. This journey is not an easy path for anyone. 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. This year, my goal is to simply ‘be’… Be me, be kind, be compassionate, be loving, be hopeful… to just ‘BE’ and to be comfortable with that… however it looks.

Please do… This is our community. To share your thoughts and experiences go to the comments and leave your message.*

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Peace, Love, and Grief… Self-care

Since you died,
Life often feels like a board game,
With no rules or directions.
I am just a playing piece…
A token
And I have no idea where to move,
Or what the goal is anymore.
Someone roles the dice
And I move through the days,
But it just isn’t fun anymore.
~ Linda, 2023

I missed last week… I apologize for not saying anything beforehand. However, as life happens, I didn’t know how last weekend would turn out. You see, I have been traveling a lot this year, and as we all know, life has a way of catching up with us. By Sunday, I was absolutely exhausted, and simply needed a little self-care…

Self-care… there’s a word, I believe more of us need to be told about (or reminded of) from the beginning of this journey. Self-care is defined as “anything you do to take of yourself so you can stay physically, mentally, and emotionally well.” * In fact, “research suggests self-care promotes positive health outcomes, such as fostering resilience, living longer, and becoming better equipped to manage stress.” *

Now, I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t raised to think about or do self-care. In fact, the subliminal message was that self-care was selfish and indulgent. Like many other women, my role, as a wife and mother, was to take care of everyone else’s needs first. With a large family, my days started before the sun came up and ended sometime around midnight (give or take an hour or so). Everyday there was laundry to do, carpools to run, meals to fix, a house to clean, pets to tend to, and a family to care for. Then, when I started working as a teacher, lesson plans, grades, and work time were all added in, as well.

I know… nothing that the rest of the world isn’t doing, also… And honestly, I wasn’t complaining because I didn’t know any different. It was what my mother had done and her mother before her… But good grief, how unhealthy!

It wasn’t until I met Bruce that I learned what self-care was – only he called it “balance”. Whatever you call it, it was heavenly! He believed in everyone pulling their own weight at home… Suddenly, it didn’t all fall on my shoulders. That meant we worked as a family, so that we could play and relax as a family. He also was a stickler for an early bedtime. Admittedly, this took me a while to adjust to, but once I did, I have never gone back to those crazy hours from before. Like me, he was also a health nut, so eating healthy foods and working out was simply a way of life…

And all of that was… (you guessed it) … self-care!

Self-care became woven into the rhythm of our life, and I was thriving… Then, Bruce died… And suddenly, I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care if I was dead or alive… Life just seemed empty and hollow. All of that self-care seemed to be one of the first things I lost on this journey.

I stopped sleeping… I barely ate… and in no time, I was gaunt, depressed, isolating, and (extremely) unhealthy. I remember a few people telling me to take care of myself. I think I smiled and nodded in response, but I was so far down the rabbit hole, I wasn’t even sure what they meant anymore.

One of the few things I continued to do, though, was run. I love to run… It clears my head, gets my blood pumping, and reminds me I am alive… So I ran… a lot. (I still do, actually.)

My biggest challenge, though, was (and still is) sleep. Here, I had a multifaceted problem…

1. I had to learn how to sleep alone. Bruce and I had spent our years together sleeping in each other’s arms. Now, suddenly, there were no arms… no warm body to cuddle up to.
2. For the 1st few years, I would wake up several times a week at the exact time Bruce had died. (I know that is probably a trauma response, and now it only happens occasionally.)

Thankfully, through the years, I have kept the consistent bedtime, and tried all kinds of other things to help me sleep. However, this particular area is still a work in progress for me.

Another huge challenge for me was food… eating to be more specific. I just wasn’t hungry… Nothing had any taste. (I’m pretty sure, this too was a shock response.) I remember my mother telling me to just eat a baked potato or a PBJ… Anything to get some food in my belly, I suppose. Yet for me, food was always a social event, and now, it was a solo event. I just didn’t think or even care about eating – that is until my daughter and grandson moved in. Just like that, having others in the house who needed to eat changed my own habits. Once again, eating became a family event, and healthy food found its way back into my world.

Of course, that wasn’t all of it. I had a lot of trauma and depression to work through. In fact, these are things I am still working on (and making steady progress, I might add). Besides counseling, I have also added meditation, gardening, writing, painting, yoga, and numerous other activities to my days throughout the years. Each of these has contributed to building up my mental and spiritual health, as well.

And… this year, I have pushed myself out the door… no more isolating or hiding in my house. I have found a church, a women’s group, and some local classes, as well as traveling… Which brings us full circle to the reason for my absence last week. I had just returned home and desperately needed a day to do absolutely nothing… Just a day of self-care.

So… if you (like me) are struggling with remembering (or knowing) how to take care of yourself in your grief, please… please… keep trying or give it a try. Don’t quit on yourself. You are worth it, I promise!

Start with baby steps… find one area where you can make a positive change… maybe it’s eating or sleeping… maybe it’s learning to laugh again… maybe it’s learning to get back out into the world and being social… Or maybe you have been keeping extra busy to avoid the emotions of grief… maybe some of us need to slow down… Give yourself permission to rest… or to simply feel what you feel.

Each of us is different, so I can’t say what you need, but you know… just as I knew. That’s why this is a journey…

So then, my prayer for all of us this week is that we might reflect on our lives, embrace who we are, and envision what we desire in our lives… Then, take the steps (as slowly as we need) to get there.

Note: If you have found things that have helped you with your self-care, let’s share them with each other this week. What a wonderful way to support each other on this path!

* everydayhealth.com
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Grief changes us. This journey is not an easy path for anyone. 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. This year, my goal is to simply ‘be’… Be me, be kind, be compassionate, be loving, be hopeful… to just ‘be’ and to be comfortable with that… however it looks.