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Peace, Love, and Grief… My Happy Place

I truly believe I am blessed… very blessed, actually. I know… That’s not something I tend to say (or write) here often enough. Yet, it is something I firmly believe to the depths of my soul… Why?

Well, there are a thousand reasons… Having had Bruce as a part of my life would be a big one… As well as, my kids, my sister, my family, Bruce’s family, my friends… (And that list could go on and on.) So many people to love and to be loved… Such blessings!

Today, though, my thoughts are centered on how I have always managed to have a “happy place” … Do you know what I mean? I am talking about that sacred space where once you enter your body seems to instantly feel a little more at peace. Whether you are there because life has gone awry and you are seeking peace, or maybe you are at one with the world and just want to fill your soul with a little more peace, it doesn’t really matter… You know this is the space to find that.

For me, that space has always been somewhere outdoors. (Funny, I know, for a girl who hates camping… I guess when it comes to creature comforts, I put a lot of stock in a real bed and a warm shower.) Still, though, I love being outdoors. (In fact, when going out to eat, if outdoor dining is an option, that will be my choice 99% of the time.)

As a child, my happy place was the woods. We lived out in the country, so exploring and meandering through the woods was how I passed my time… Quickly, it became my haven from the world. Even when I was eight and we moved closer to the city, there were still woods close by which became my safe harbor from the rest of the world. I can remember spending many hours in those woods, sitting on the rocks by the creek, sharing my thoughts out loud and “watching” them drift downstream – to be taken away by the same current tickling my toes.

During my teen years, my happy place expanded to our sailboat and being on the lake. Granted, the access was more limited… There were factors to consider, such as the weather, plus towing and launching the boat… And any of those could make or break a plan to get away. However, once I was out there, there was something about the combination of the serene quiet, the breeze, and the vast expanse of water and sky that always calmed my soul.

By college, my happy place had transformed just a bit to be anyplace by the water. Yet, the beach was (and still is) my absolute favorite… especially one little quiet beach just south of Charleston, SC. I have spent many wonderfully, solitary hours on this beach – letting her magic calm my soul and soothe my hurts.

(Almost) every year during my first marriage, this beach became the much-needed balm for my soul. Even years later, when I went through my divorce, (which was an insane three-year process), this was the place where I would come and walk for hours. This was the place where I found peace in a world that was imploding and the energy to go back and continue on.

The next year, Bruce and I met on a boat and bonded over a love for the water. The beach was both our happy place. We spent hours on or near the water creating precious memories and restoring our souls in preparation for the week ahead. Some of our favorite places were sitting by the river near our home, on our sailboat at Lake Michigan, and at the beach near our home here in Florida.

When Bruce died, we were living in this same little coastal town. So thankfully, I was still able to spend hours with my feet in the sand, watching the waves where his ashes were scattered, and trying to reclaim my life, (which felt impossible in the beginning) … This is something I still treasure being able to do.

This past week, though, I was back at that favorite, quiet beach in SC with my sister. We spent hours just sitting on the beach, the dock, and the porch – talking, laughing, sharing, reading, resting – all the things… But mostly, absorbing the magic of the ocean and the marsh as they have worked to heal my soul this week. This has been a tough year with plenty of heartache and growth, so I am extremely thankful for this space… in this time… and the calm that fills my entire being whenever I am there.
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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… Dancing in the Kitchen

Earlier this week, something popped into my Face Book feed – access to watch a live Jimmy Buffet concert via YouTube. (Thank you, Jimmy, and thank you, YouTube!) It never fails… If Jimmy Buffet is playing, I’m dancing… And in my soul, Bruce is there dancing with me… And my soul is completely at peace.

I know many times I’ve talked about the two of us dancing in the kitchen. I’ve also talked about meeting on a sailing schooner in the islands… But I’m not sure I’ve ever explained how they go together or why dancing in the kitchen holds such precious memories for me. It’s not a long story, but it’s the one I want to share today… Partly because it is a sweet story, but mostly because it has been on my mind all week, creating smiles throughout a week that has felt like chaos.

Yes, it all started on that 100-year-old sailing schooner where we boarded at a port in St. Thomas. I’ve already talked about how we met, so I won’t repeat that part. I want to jump ahead to the middle of the week…

Every night around 5 PM, one of two things happened. Either we were sailing for the next island so there was a party on the main deck with rum punch served liberally, or we were at another port and the entire ship (crew and passengers) all went ashore to enjoy the local night life. Either way, Bruce and I always managed to be together – dancing the night away. I love to dance… I have loved it my entire life. The problem is every else doesn’t always feel that way. (My first husband had a lot of energy – yes, but dancing was not his thing… So, we didn’t.)

So, here I was on my first trip as a single woman, and here was this man who was fun to be with, made me feel like I was the only woman in the world who mattered, made me laugh, and who danced every dance with me the entire cruise. I remember being on St. Johns at a bar called, Duffy’s. It was nothing more than a shack, and it was packed. At one point, the captain came over and asked to cut in and Bruce said, “No.” No explanation or second glance… just a “no” before he guided me to another part of the dance floor. I giggled. The captain was nice, but I wanted to dance with Bruce.

Later that same night, in that same bar, Bruce looked me in the eye, leaned over, and kissed me for the first time. Then he said, “You are the most incredible lady.” (I’m pretty sure I melted.) Later he laughed when he told me, he half expected me to slap him for “stealing” a kiss. I remember laughing and telling him that he didn’t “steal” anything… That kiss… That moment in time is forever etched in my heart.

Dancing the night away onboard the Legacy

Now let’s jump forward a year… same cruise, same time of year, same islands, same opportunities to dance. The only difference was we were now married, and this was our honeymoon. I was so excited with the anticipation of reliving that fabulous cruise from the year before. Bruce, however, had a different vision. We still went to the deck parties and the bars on the islands, but he wouldn’t dance. Every time I suggested we dance; he would just shake his head. I was so frustrated. I didn’t understand what had happened…

By the second night, I was beside myself. As we crawled in bed and turned out the lights, I let the tears come. Bruce pulled me into his arms and asked what was wrong. So, I told him… Last year, we had danced and danced, but now, on our honeymoon, he hadn’t danced with me even once, and I didn’t understand. I remember, Bruce looked genuinely confused. He looked me in the eye and said, “But now I know you love me. I’ve already won the prize. Why do I need to dance this year?”

He was completely serious, and I was completely caught off guard. So, I responded with the first thing that came to my heart, “Because I need to know you still love me.” Bruce didn’t say a word, he just held me close.

The next day, though, things changed. We didn’t dance every dance, but we did dance a lot… and each time he would lean in and whisper, “I love you.”

“I know,” I would respond with a grin.

But that isn’t the end… Once we were home, that is when the “kitchen dancing” started. We might be cooking dinner together, or in a heated discussion, or I might have just walked in the door from work. Next thing I know, he would turn on some Jimmy Buffet, pull me close, and we would dance… “I love you,” he would always whisper in my ear… And I knew he did.

This was us… This is one of my precious memories that brings peace to my soul… Thank you for the opportunity to share my story with you today. I know that sometimes this journey can feel so lonely. Yet, there are other times when I know I am not alone at all. We are here for each other. While this journey holds its own challenges and peace-filled moments for each of us, it is our love for those we have lost that brings us together to 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… This Moment

If this moment weren’t important,
I wouldn’t be here for it.
~ Linda, January 2014

I have a piece of paper taped to my work laptop which reads, “I am grateful for this moment.” It’s not that I am an ungrateful person, but sometimes on this journey I need to be reminded that each moment is a gift unto itself.

As much as I hate to admit it, there are times when it is easy to fall into the trap of “why me” or “here we go again” when life happens. Do you know what I mean? Life throws us curveballs… Things go wrong. And if I let myself focus on those things… Well, then that is all I see.

We have all been through tough times. Most likely, if you are reading this, it is because you have experienced loss as one (or more) of your “tough times.” Like everyone else, I have had my fair share of “tough times,” too… Some harder to get through than others… Some more taxing physically, and others more taxing emotionally. While my current path is more physical, it has also held its emotional challenges, as well.

I will say though; Bruce’s death was the most challenging one of all… and still is. It isn’t something I have been able to just walk away from and forget. It seems to have left such in impact on my very soul that it continues to influence my day to day life.

This week I found myself reading Mitch Albom’s book, The Time Keeper – a beautiful story about learning to appreciate the time we are given. The story is about three people – Father Time, a dying man who wants to extend his time here, and a teenage girl who wants to end her time here. I loved the story; it was sweet and beautiful. But it wasn’t until I got close to the end, that I made a connection to my own life. There is a three-sentence conversation near the end of the book, which struck me in its simple truth…

“There is a reason God limits our days.” “Why?” “To make each one precious.” – Mitch Albom, The Timekeeper

Wow! Such a reminder… I know when I look back on our time together, each moment… even the most simple ones are precious to me. In fact, the more simple the moment… the more precious it seems to be. I love remembering the moments when Bruce would simply reach across the car to hold my hand. Or the times he would grin at me, and I knew he was up to no good. Or the times he would look at me across the room, and without a word, we both knew what the other was thinking.

Those moments mean the world to me, and I am so grateful for each one. The funny thing is, though, I didn’t realize how precious they were at the time… They have become more precious now, because they can never be repeated… They were limited.

Yet, I know I need to appreciate the fact that they happened, and not get caught up in the fact that they cannot be repeated. In other words, I also need to appreciate the moment I am in… not just the moments that are over… I have to remember to be “grateful for this moment”… and be willing to live in it fully and completely.

When you are grieving, though, that is the hard part. It is hard to willingly take that step forward into “what is” versus hanging on to “what was”. And no matter what others say or do, it is a journey you must figure out for yourself… not by yourself, but for yourself.

Sometimes I believe the universe has a way of driving a point home, because my devotions this week also focused on living now… on being fully and completely in each moment as it comes. I don’t want to preach at you, so I will simply share some of the quotes that touched my heart this week from the Daily Devotional: The Word for You Today…

“The first step is always the longest step and the hardest. You can’t just take a step forward into the future; you also have to eliminate the possibility of moving backward into the past.”

“To begin a new chapter, you must end an old chapter.”

And the one, I know I must keep close to my heart…

“To be fully alive is to be fully present.”

Being fully alive and fully present in each moment can be a challenge even in the best of times. And when loss is involved, being present and willing to move forward is hard. Period.

Finding the balance between remembering, letting go, and finding the trust to step forward is not intuitive or easy… At least, not for me. It is a one-day-at-a-time proposition, and some days are easier than others. And honestly, whenever another crisis hits, (and it does because life keeps going), it can be even harder…

But I am learning…

And I am striving each day to live up to Maya Angelou’s saying…

“This is a wonderful day. I’ve never seen this one before.”

I love the quiet before the world wakes up.
The stillness in the air
As if the entire world were holding its breath
In anticipation of what this new day will bring.
~Linda, September 2013

What about you? Do you ever struggle to find the balance of remembrance and moving forward? How do you deal with it? Or do you still need support in that area? Would you be willing to share your story or your thoughts?

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Peace, Love and Grief… Three Little Words

I will admit, this week had its moments. For the most part, I was fine… I was able to shove my emotions to the back and push forward through each day. (Maybe not the healthiest but it got me through.) But, let’s be honest, this week was all about love and relationships. If you went out in public at all, you know it was impossible to ignore… And when the person you love is gone, it is even harder to smile through the celebration.

It was sweet to watch my grandson prepare each Valentines card for his classmates. I was even able to smile as my friends at work received roses from their “significant others.” I was truly happy for them – I remember the joy of knowing there was someone in my life who loved me and wanted the world to know, as well. However, those same sweet moments also have a way of reminding me of all I have lost, which in turn tends to bring tears to my eyes…

I may have told this story before. Please excuse me if I have, but this week finds me reminiscing…

Bruce and I met on a 100-year-old sailing schooner in the Virgin Islands during the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I can’t tell you why, but we connected almost right away. When the week ended, we both went our separate ways, but neither of us were sure what the future would hold.

During the weeks that followed, we talked and/or emailed daily… The relationship was new… There were a lot of miles between us… We were still trying to figure this out… Or at least, I was. (He always said he knew that week on the ship.)

Several weeks later on Valentine’s Day, I watched as roses and candy were delivered to the other teachers in my school. I hadn’t really expected anything… The relationship was too new, but the romantic in me still wished. At the end of the day, I was called to the office for a pick up.

In true “Bruce” style, he had not sent anything traditional. Instead, he sent an “island bear” holding a dozen roses and a note that read, “Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you like the ‘Island Bear.’ He is going to look great on our boat in the islands!” It was perfect! He hadn’t done anything “traditional” … Instead, he had put some real thought and feeling into this… It wasn’t anything “normal,” which made it exactly perfect for us.

Two days later, I found myself on an airplane heading to Michigan for the holiday weekend. We both knew we needed to figure out what “this thing” between us really was. While he had offered to come south to see me, I had nixed that idea. I lived in a small town at the time. I knew if we wanted any privacy or time alone to figure things out, my town would not be the place. So instead, I was flying north… And I was terrified.

What if he wasn’t the nice guy he portrayed? What if things went sour right away? What if…? What would I do?

I’ll never forget, getting off that plane and walking down the ramp. (I was so scared!) But, there at the end of the ramp, was the man I remembered – leaning against the wall and smiling at me with all the tenderness I had remembered. He took my bag and tossed it in the back of his truck as we headed to dinner. Then after dinner, we headed to my hotel, said our good-nights and made plans for the next day.

The next day was quite an adventure for me… Bruce had hoped to fulfill one of my childhood fantasies and take me for a sleigh ride, but there wasn’t enough snow on the ground. (However, he did make good on that promise a couple of years later… also for Valentine’s Day.) However, that day he took me to see Lake Michigan (icebergs and all) and an ice carving competition through the center of town. Afterward, we warmed up with some spiced rum and cider in a cozy water-front pub. It was a magical day! By the end of it, we both knew…

That evening as we were getting ready to meet his sisters for dinner, Bruce took me in his arms, kissed me, and said, “I don’t want to scare you off, but I’ve fallen in love with you.” I don’t remember exactly what I said… I believe it was something like “I think I’ve fallen in love with you, too.” All I truly remember is the feeling that this was right… It was everything fairy tales are made of and more… because this was us, and it was real.

And the rest is history, as they say…

So those have been my memories this week… I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself on Valentine’s Day. No… I was simply remembering the precious moments associated with this week…

It was the anniversary of our first “I love you.” It was the memory of those three little words and the moment when we both knew this was not just a shipboard romance… This was a forever thing…

And I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Babe… I (still) love you!

I am so thankful for the memories…
I just wish they weren’t memories…
I wish they were now.
~ Linda, February 2015

Each of us dealing with loss knows what a tough road this can be. I don’t think it is ever an easy one to accept. Often it is in the everyday simple things where we are reminded of our loss and grief. This last week holds its own challenges as we watched the rest of the world celebrate those they love. Learning to smile as we reminisce our own loved ones can present a real challenge. Have you ever felt that way? Would you be willing to share your story or thoughts? To do so, go to the comments and leave a note. *

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Peace, Love and Grief… Precious memories

Wishes and Memories

I dance with you in my mind.
You hold me next to you.
I feel your heartbeat and the strength of your arms.
As the music plays, we move gently and gracefully as one.
Then it ends with a kiss
As I wish for one more dance.

I laugh with you in my dreams.
I see your sweet smile and your kind gentle eyes.
I hear you start to chuckle.
Your smile grows.
Then you wink at me
As I wish for more laughter

I make love with you in my heart
I feel your strength and your gentleness.
Your compassion and love flow through me with every touch
And each sweet kiss.
We become one in that moment.
I lay in your arms as you hold me close;
Gently kissing my lips, my eyes, my fingertips
As I wish for one more loving moment with you.

One more dance.
One more laugh.
One more chance to love you.

Then, I realize…
these moments are always with me.

~ Linda, September 14, 2013

Growing up I can remember my grandmother always referring to her “precious memories.” She always had a story about her boys or one of us – the grandchildren… and later her great-grands. She would smile, tell the story and always end it with a sigh and the words – “another one of my precious memories.” After my grandfather died, she would sit wearing his sweater for comfort and talk about her “precious memories” of the man who had shared her life and her soul for most of her life.

Now, I find myself understanding more and more what her life was like after my grandfather died and just how precious those memories are.

When Bruce first died, I was terrified I would forget something. It was so important not to forget anything. I felt like that would be the same as breaking a promise or being disloyal to him in someway. I wanted to remember every story and every detail. For example, the way his eyes twinkled when he had pulled one over on me and was waiting for me to catch on, or the way he would come up behind me in the kitchen and hug me from behind as he kissed my neck and watched me cook.

Such precious, precious memories…

In the first few years, I did a lot of things to “save” those memories… and don’t get me wrong – I am so glad I did. I did (and still do) a lot of writing. Whenever I remember a story, I write it down. I also took every email, note and card that I could find, put them in order and placed them in an album. I love reading those messages and remembering the feelings and stories surrounding each one. I have photo albums from pre-us (birth – mid 40s) up to just days before he died. I even kept his cell phone because it still has the last 2 weeks’ worth of text messages between us.

Preserving these memories was quite cathartic for me. I tried to be as creative as possible since that has always been my outlet in some form. Plus, it gave me something to do that kept me busy and felt important. Now I know, it was important and I am so glad I did it.

For a long time, though, it was hard to read or look at any of these without crying and spiraling down emotionally. Sometimes, I wondered if I was crazy. I wanted to read them. I wanted to remember. More important, I wanted to feel comfort from them. But instead, each time I found myself crying… Crying because I miss him… Crying for all that was lost… Crying because there would be no more “new” precious memories to fill these books. I couldn’t make it through more than a few pages without falling completely apart.

In my anxiety and struggle to remember, I was so caught up in the details that I found myself forgetting the joy that went with those memories… and that is the part that made them so precious. What I didn’t realize was the fact that because I love Bruce, the memories will be there. It was the love between our two souls that created those precious memories – not what time of day it was or the exact words we spoke.

But time and God have been on my side. I have learned to read these only while I can manage to smile. If I start to cry, I take a breath to see if I am spiraling down or smiling through the tears.

If I am crying without a smile, I stop. I know from experience that to continue will not be good for me at that moment. I know that I am focusing on the wrong things… the negative things… the concrete physical things that are gone. I know that the anger and distrust will follow if I don’t turn it around.

However, if I am still smiling through the tears, then I know I am okay. I may be sad but I am still thankful for that memory and that precious moment in time. I am focused on the love, joy and blessings that created our relationship.

That is my goal now… learning how to handle the memories… to appreciate those moments. I won’t lie, I wish Bruce were still here, but that can’t be. Instead I am growing and learning … Learning that as long as I have those “precious memories,” I will always have a part of Bruce in my heart and in my soul…

And I can never forget that…

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