Time changes nothing on its own…
That is my job now.
This is a journey.
It is mine…
I must own it to survive it.
~ Linda, September 15, 2013
This past week I traveled to southern California on business. It was quite the journey for me considering the length of the trip, the time difference and the fact that I had NO idea where I was going or how to get there. It was a wonderful trip, but I can say that after being away for a week, it is a treat to be home. However, as anyone grieving can attest, the journey home isn’t always an easy one…
But this is the way life is…. life is filled with journeys – true journeys and metaphorical journeys. It is how we grow and learn and develop. It is how we discover new things about ourselves and how we expand our lives. In fact, when we suffer loss, what is it called? Right – we call it a grief journey. Like all other journeys, there is something to be learned, but unlike other journeys, we did not choose this one. It is not a path anyone would willingly take, but we don’t have an option. The only choices are to move forward or stand still. Many times along the way I have hesitated, not quite willing to take the next step, but eventually I take a breath and put one foot in front of the other… moving tentatively until I can get my bearings.
Bruce and I met while cruising in the Virgin Islands. So, it only seemed fitting that through the years of our marriage, we did a lot of traveling. Like any journey, you learn a lot about a person when you travel with them. Bruce and I were no different, We learned right away that traveling in a car for any extended amount of time was not the best idea. Why? Well, Bruce did not eat or drink while driving, and he liked it quiet. I, however, eat, drink, sing, talk, play games, in other words – I like to be entertained. In fact, it was during a trip from Michigan to Alabama that I learned Bruce didn’t like opera. I was driving and he was napping so I sang opera the whole way. Guess who was not amused… Go figure! We both laughed about that one for years!
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the night Bruce died and I mentioned the ride home from the hospital… alone. I remember thinking at the time that this would be my life now… always coming home alone to no one. What I did not realize was the enormity of what that would entail. Some days it is quite daunting, and I find myself hesitating before I can walk inside.
The expanse of this lone journey, began to dawn on me in the early weeks after Bruce’s death. I would turn the corner and see Bruce’s truck in the driveway. My first instinct was happiness and excitement. Bruce was home! Then, it would hit me full force and I would remember… Bruce was not home; no one was home. The truck was still sitting there because I couldn’t bring myself to sell it yet. Months later after selling his truck, I learned that coming home still wasn’t any easier. In fact, it is now more than 2 years later and I still find myself wishing with all my heart that he would be there to greet me when I walk through the door. I no longer cry or breakdown, but I secretly wish for all of this to be a dream… for him to be there waiting to greet me with a hug and a smile.
Yesterday, it took 2 flights to get me home. On each, I was seated next to an elderly couple. It may seem odd but a year ago, that would have been really hard. I would have been a bit jealous – wondering why they were allowed to grow old together while Bruce and I weren’t. (Sometimes that is still a struggle for me. It is something I will never understand; I just have to accept.) Yesterday, however, I found myself remembering what it was like to fly with Bruce. We would always snuggle up. (Yea.. we were that couple.) Sometimes, I would lay my head on his shoulder and snooze, and other times we would play games on his phone or share a set of headphones and listen to music together. For us, it didn’t matter what we did; it was the time spent together… it was our journey together. As I was thinking about this, I looked over at the couple next to me as they giggled together and played a card came on their tablet. I smiled and wondered if they appreciated the pure joy present in that moment.
When I finally arrived home, I knew the house would be quiet and empty. I found myself sitting in the driveway for a few moments gathering my thoughts, my emotions (and my courage) before I went inside. I consciously reminded myself how blessed I am to still have this space that was ours. This space where I can still feel Bruce’s presence and remember him. I guess what I am saying is that I am learning to look at what I still have instead of what I don’t. Learning to look for the blessings and be thankful for them, has been my way of moving forward through this journey.
I’ve learned a lot on this grief journey so far. (That’s the whole point of this blog, right?) Although at first, I was quite resistant to learning anything. What in the world did I need to learn alone that I couldn’t learn with Bruce by my side? In time I have come to learn that isn’t the point. It wasn’t about Bruce and I being together until the end of our lives. Instead, it was about us being together and loving each other until the end of his life. My journey of love with Bruce taught me so much. I know we will be together again one day, but my life isn’t over… I know there is more.
My journey of grief has also taught me a lot and Bruce still gets credit for that. Why? Because when he died, I found myself trying to learn more about who he was and what made him tick. I did this by experiencing all the things I had taken for granted while he was here. I found myself reading what he read, listening to his music and trying to do the things he had enjoyed. It’s funny, but while I was doing that, I ended up learning so much more about myself, as well. I have learned that there is still so much more out there for me. As long as I have breath, l have a purpose. I know without a doubt, I still have so much to learn and so much more to give back.
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