“The longer you stare into the abyss of the heartbreak, the more power you give it to dictate your life. The pain is not a destination or a home – it’s a teacher; it’s a lesson.”
~ r. h. Sin, The Year of Letting Go, Aug 1
Can we just be honest for a moment here? … Death, loss, grief – they put a spin on our lives in such a way that things will never feel the same again. I truly had no idea that this was true until Bruce died. While I had experienced loss before and it hurt, nothing prepared me for the loss of the other half of my soul. No one could have prepared me for this much pain and sorrow.
In the beginning, I truly thought that if I could just do all the “right” things, I would get over this hurt, and life would go on. Sure, I would miss him, but I would come out of this and be okay… I would be “me” again. I had no idea back then just how much his loss would change me and my whole world.
I think I just assumed that the verse from Psalm 23, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me,” (which I had memorized in childhood), meant that the pain would go away (quickly, of course)… God would make it all better.
Instead, I found that I had a lot of work to do in that valley, and often I felt alone and angry – very angry… especially at God. My faith was already in a state of questions and doubt when Bruce died, and this did not make that any better… I feared the future that lay ahead… I did not feel God anywhere nearby… and I most definitely did not feel comforted. (That verse only felt like a betrayal.)
I struggled a lot and for a long time… years, actually. Grief had such a firm grip on my life that it seemed to become the only way I knew how to function. I am well aware that I gave grief a lot of power in my life. In fact, I let it take me so deep into the abyss that I didn’t care if I ever came out of it. It just seemed to seep into every thought and emotion… every holiday and every dream.
I don’t know if I couldn’t shake it or if I simply didn’t want to… and honestly, I’m not sure that there was a difference or if I even cared. Life without Bruce just seemed to be colored black… Everything seemed to be colored black.
But… as much as Bruce was my reason for grieving, he also became my guide for healing.
I started remembering things he had shared – spiritual things – quotes, thoughts, ideas… And soon I found myself immersed in the sources of those quotes, thoughts, and ideas… It wasn’t long before I started putting those things together – deconstructing and reconstructing my faith… finding a path that has led me to a real connection with Spirit – something I have never experienced before… (I hate to admit it, but sometimes I’m not sure I would have found this connection without the intense grief of losing Bruce.)
So, here I am – over a decade has passed. I still grieve… I still feel sad… And I still wish Bruce were here. However, all of that is quite different than it was in the beginning… Certainly, it has taken on a different shape, as I have learned how to acknowledge it and grow from it without giving it full control.
Now-a-days, I know that grief will always be a part of who I am… However, I also know it isn’t the only part of who I am.
“Grief takes as long as it takes, and there is no right or wrong way to express it. Nor does it really end; instead, we gradually take new shape around it.”
~ Unity Inspirational Publications, Grief is a Spiritual Practice
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Grief is a daily challenge. It 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.
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