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Peace, Love, and Grief – Another Valentines Day

For those reading this, congratulations! You made it through another Valentines Day without your loved one… A day that is an annual, rough challenge, and even after all this time, I never know how it is going to hit me. Then again, that is grief – we never know when or what may trigger one of those overwhelming waves of grief. We keep moving forward, learning how to manage the emotions thrown at us one breath at a time.

I remember the first Valentines Day. Bruce had died only the month before. My friends and family were wonderfully kind – sending flowers, a cookie bouquet, and tons of cards. I think I was still too lost and in shock to truly appreciate the outpouring of love. Instead, I found myself more focused on what was missing, (Bruce), to the point that I couldn’t even see these gifts for what they were – gestures of love… intended for me so that I could know I was loved and not completely alone.

Why are you gone?
Why aren‘t you here?
The lions are here…
Where are you?
I can’t do this!
I don’t have what it takes!
I don’t!
I’m scared.
The lions are circling,
And I don’t have the strength to fight them.
Not again…
It’s too much.
Help me, Babe!
Show me I’m not alone.
~ Linda, February 2015

As the years passed, the gestures from others got fewer, but that was okay… And even though the grief still felt overwhelming, each year, I learned to appreciate more and more those who still reached out.

I started to accept that this was now my life… Not in a depressive, “I-have-no-choice” kind of way, but in a stepping forward, “what-is-my-purpose-now” kind of way. While I still missed Bruce and wished he were here to celebrate the day with me, I was learning to at least appreciate the fact that he had been here to love me at one time… and what a blessing that was!

Sometimes I don’t know how to do this.
Sometimes I can’t even breathe.
Then, something happens,
And I am reminded of how blessed I have been to have known you at all.
To hold you in my arms, even for only a little while…
That love will carry me through.
~ Linda, Feb 2015

Today, I woke up feeling a little bit proud of myself… This year was okay – fun, actually. I was able to spend time with one of Bruce’s sisters last weekend. Then, the other sister came and spent Friday/Friday night with me this weekend. It was such a lovely time with each of them – sharing stories of precious memories and also laughing about life as it is now.

Do I still wish Bruce were still here with me? Yes – absolutely. At the same time, I am also aware that will never be – at least not in this lifetime. But, as long as I hold him in my heart and continue to speak his name with love, then he is still right here within me, and I will always consider myself blessed to known him as my Valentine for the incredible (though limited) time we had together.

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.
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, Feb 2023

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Grief is a daily challenge that 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 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… 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… Who Do You Grieve?

If you are reading this, more than likely, it is because you have lost someone you love. You are grieving… as I am… as this entire group does. Grief sucks! It’s hard, and there are no directions or checklists. It definitely has a beginning, but I’m not sure it ever has an ending. For each of us, there is a space in our lives that is empty now… For me, that space belonged to Bruce.

Each week I share a little bit about my journey, and what I am experiencing… I share little snippets of Bruce, and what our life was together was like… and how all that has changed. But today… Today, I just want to tell you about this man I shared my life with… This man I loved… This man I still grieve.

Bruce and I met on a sailing schooner in the Virgin Islands on December 26, 2004. I was traveling with my son, and Bruce was alone. What started as a “Do you need to borrow a pen?” quickly became a ship-board romance. We spent a week talking, dancing and laughing… It was incredible.

On the last morning, while he was trying to figure out how to keep things going, I was breaking things off. After all, I was a music teacher in a small SC town, and he was a truck driver in western MI – over 1000 miles away. To think we had a future together was ridiculous. However, after crying all the way home, I knew I was wrong, and we belonged together.

Sure enough, ten months later, I was moving to Michigan, and we were saying, “I do.”

My previous marriage had been an intensely, abusive one, and had ended years before. When I married Bruce, I was still struggling with so many of the after-effects that are the result of such a relationship. Bruce knew going in what my children and I had endured. He knew all the gory details, and never shied away from loving all of us. There were so many times when my response to him was based in my past – not my present with him. I can remember my mother saying, “He’s not —-. Don’t respond to him like he’s (that other person).”

God love him. He was the most patient person on the planet, as I learned how to trust this man with whom I was sharing my life. There were many hours when I had to go sit by the water to sort out what I knew was real and what was imagined within the context of my past. But he never wavered… He was always there… waiting for my return with a big hug and an, “I love you… that’s forever.”

I remember our first argument, when I ran to our room crying. He gave me some time alone before knocking and coming in. I can remember him placing his forehead against mine as he told me that sometimes relationships are hard, but that’s okay… We’d figure it out and be that much stronger for it. There was no violence or demand for my submission… I was allowed to be me… and he was allowed to be him. I had never known such a relationship… It was so freeing and empowering.

I remember a particular Sunday night. He was in NY visiting my youngest daughter for a few days. On the nightly news, the announcement came that his company was closing at midnight, and he would be out of work. We had no prior notice, and I panicked… but not him. He told me he had waited over 12 years for me to walk into his world, God had provided then, and God would provide again… He believed that with all his soul. Well, it took 18 months and a move to FL, but sure enough, he was right again.

I remember another time when it was his heart that was broken… I can’t tell you what it was that broke his heart, because it is not my story to tell. However, I remember coming home from work, and he had been drinking, which caught me a bit off guard. At first, he was flirty and jovial, so I just went with it. However, quite quickly, things turned sour, and I became the brunt of an anger I didn’t understand… Nothing physical, just sarcastic, cutting remarks… Hurtful things… Things I had never heard him say.

I was so completely stunned and didn’t understand what was happening. It was an awful episode. Bruce wasn’t much of a talker, and while he apologized profusely the following day, it took months before I finally learned what had actually ripped his heart in two.

But like every time before, we were there for each other… Always each other’s BFF and biggest supporter and fan… And just a little bit stronger because of what we had been through together.

By the time, we moved into our home in FL, we had found that comfortable rhythm… That space where arguments are few and hugs are plenty… That space where we knew the other would always be there – through thick or thin… That space where the trust and bond between us was unshakable.

And then it happened…

It was a Friday night… a night like any other. He came home late, and was hungry and tired. I sat with him while he ate, and we made plans for the weekend. He just chuckled, as I rambled on and on about all the things we could do. We had just gotten new kayaks for Christmas, and I was anxious to take them out again… Then again, we could take the boat out… or just head to the beach and enjoy a day together… It really didn’t matter – just being together was all either of us wanted.

As we went to bed, we followed the same ritual that we had followed from our beginning. He turned down the bed for us, and with great care, we each undressed the other. Then, he tucked me into the bed, before crawling into his side, pulling me close, and turning off the light. The night always ended with me snuggled in his arms.. my head on his chest.

But that night was different… That night, as I lay beside him, Bruce’s heart stopped… and so did my world… This is the man I grieve… This is the man I miss… This is the man I still love…

How about you? Who do you grieve? Who do you miss? Share with us, please… Tell us about this person whom you love… This path can be a hard one, but none of us need to do it alone. We are all here for each other. We all have stories to share. Because this is OUR community, please feel free to share your thoughts and experiences, too. To do so, go to the comments and leave a note.*

Who knows… you may hold the answer for someone else.

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