Peace, Love, and Grief – Bittersweet Memories

Note: If you looked for me last week, I apologize. I was celebrating a birthday with my kiddos. Knowing how precious each and every moment can be, I chose to enjoy every moment making precious memories.

Last week, I was out running Christmas errands which took me 50+ miles from home. At dusk, I started making the trek back home. Christmas music played on the radio, while I made a mental list of all the things I still needed to do to get ready for Christmas. While I was still about 30 or so miles from home, I passed a Winn Dixie… While this is not where I do my grocery shopping, a memory of this specific store came flooding back into my mind… one that really could so easily be forgotten over time.

It was Christmas Eve 2012. I was already enjoying my Christmas vacation, but Bruce was finishing up his last day before we could enjoy a few days off together. I had spent the day wrapping presents and cooking – trying to complete all those last-minute things before Bruce got home.

I had finally finished all the things and, as I waited, I started a jigsaw puzzle to pass the time. About the time I would have expected Bruce to walk through the door, he called. He was sitting in a Winn Dixie parking lot. He had stopped to pick up some beer, but when he came back out, his truck wouldn’t start. He had fiddled with it, (but with no luck), and had already called a tow truck. Could I come pick him up, follow the tow truck to the repair shop, then bring us both home?

Not quite how I expected our Christmas Eve to go, but of course! So, I jumped in the car and headed out of town to meet him. Despite the 30-mile drive, I beat the tow truck, and we sat in the car eating WD fried chicken as we waited. When the truck finally came, Bruce and the driver took one more look and tinkered with the engine, before giving up, hooking up the truck and towing it to the nearest dealership.

It took about a week to get before the truck was fixed, and I drove him back to pick it up. Another week later… Bruce was dead.

It isn’t a memory with any huge significance. It was one of those inconveniences of life that just so happened to take place on Christmas Eve… Our last Christmas Eve… Maybe that is why it sticks out in my mind.

So, when I drove by that same Winn Dixie with Christmas on my mind, that memory instantly popped up in my mind… Our Christmas Eve dinner of fried chicken while sitting in my Honda waiting for a tow truck. His nonchalant way of dealing with something that very easily could have ruined his whole holiday… but no. He just shrugged it off as “one of those things”… No worries. I always loved that about Bruce… Nothing ever seemed to ruffle him. He not only took it all in stride… He could make it into something fun – a picnic on Christmas Eve with just us.

As all of the memories and feelings of that evening inundated my mind, the tears started to fall. I must admit, the whole thing had caught me by surprise. I drive by this Winn Dixie on my way to work and whenever I am running errands in this area.

I wasn’t expecting the memory or my reaction to it.

I turned off the radio for a few minutes and just let myself remember… The concern that his truck wasn’t working, and he was stranded, the laughter and warmth inside my car as we waited for the tow truck, and the way Bruce was determined that this setback was not going to set the tone for our holiday.

It isn’t a memory I think about very often. At the same time, I will always cherish that experience and the way he took something not so great and made it into a fun start to the holiday. I love that about him… Thank you, Babe, for being you, and for making sure that our last Christmas was a very Merry Christmas!
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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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