May you embrace this day, not just as any old day, but as this day. Your day. Held in trust by you, in a singular place, called now. |
Carrie Newcomer |
May you embrace this day, not just as any old day, but as this day. Your day. Held in trust by you, in a singular place, called now. |
Carrie Newcomer |
"Praise the bridge that carried you over."
George Colman the Younger
English dramatist
Every day is getting better for me emotionally.
It is a natural progression.
And for that I am grateful.
I am finally at peace and feel free
and praising the bridge that carried me over.
The graphic and the quote is how I am feeling today. Since the stroke of midnight on New Years Eve, it feels like I have crossed that bridge in the quote.
It is a mindset of a new beginning.
Perhaps enough time has passed and my grief stage has remained in that new phase I have discussed. It is about time!
From prior experience, I know I will still have my sad moments when that wave I talk about hits me, but soon I am back to normal.
Grief never goes away, but neither does the love we experienced.
Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.
André Gide
It has finally occurred to me that I don't have to apologize for who I am.
Many don't understand why I love being a homebody finding peace in my solitude at home.
When I met The Captain, I desired one person who could love and understand me and he was the one. And of course I wanted the attention and love from my dog Kiki. Now that they are both gone, the grieving for not having them in my life anymore brought me to crave being totally alone to find my peace. I lost my precious family.
I'm now protecting the peace I found.
My life has changed drastically since my younger days when I enjoyed having lots of friends and family in my life. My first husband and I would throw large parties all the time. Our home was the party place.
Many people hurt me in my work life and my personal life. I took it without fighting back for decades. I slowly retreated from society. After my first husband passed away, I let few people close to me as I sought solitude.
Then I reached a new phase that was much like my present place in life. I guess grieving the loss of the one person I loved with all my heart caused me to question who I am at the time. Losing a partner brought me to a totally new place in life that has required solitude to reevaluate life and my place in it. At least that is how it has been for me after losing both husbands. I've been through it twice and it profoundly changed me.
I have been criticized after The Captain passed away for how I handle grief and many other things . . . again. That was the tipping point to losing my tolerance for the bullshit of people.
Now I really don't care.
Home is the one place where I don't fear judgment. Being home alone at this point in my life has been a softer place to land in comfort. Through my grief, turning away from people who criticize has taken me from anger to joy.
I'm not running away from life, I'm enjoying my comfortable solitude.
Maybe at the right moment in time I will want back into society, but I doubt it.
"You do not find the happy life.
You make it."
Thomas S. Monson
Determined to find contentment in the midst of grief and sadness, I asked myself the simple question . . . "what would make me happy?" . . . the graphic depicts what would make me happy at this time in my life.
An outdoor sanctuary, a pleasant place to escape that is pleasing to my senses, to enjoy a beautiful Florida day and watch the birds and squirrels. A place to be grateful for all that I have been blessed with. Surround myself with the happiness that being in the middle of colorful flowers brings me.
While I realize that getting to that place will take lots of hard work, I think the work distraction alone is just what I need. So, as the hot days of summer unwind, I shall embark on this new journey that I know will bring me peace and contentment. I've done this before. This time it could be the thing that works wonders for my physical health as well as the positive mental aspect of it all.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
When it comes to grief, the time of grief seems like you lost your loved one yesterday even though it has been some time. It is as if the passage of time is non-existent, yet it has flown by so fast. It really is a weird concept and feeling.
It could be that it is normal to relive the day of passing often, making it seem like yesterday. Disorientation is a normal part of my life and I can't explain it.
“When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.”
Sufi Epigram
As I experience and heal from another grief journey, I try to be aware of how I am thinking since it makes a big difference in how I feel at the time. It makes such a difference and the quote is a great example of how we can think about losing a loved one.
In my experience, I am consumed at what I've lost at first. As time passes and the memories take over and the good times are what I think about, I am left with the awesome feeling of having had that loved one in my life at all with the good and the bad memories. Usually, I concentrate on the good.
Many people I know think this way. In fact, it is like they forget everything bad and think that they have turned a bad person into a saint in their mind. Sometimes I wonder who they are talking about. That way of thinking is how they cope with the loss.
First of all, I am so grateful to have experienced the love. On the other hand, I try to be realistic about the relationship I had with them. Sweeping bad memories under the rug can come back to haunt you. It comes down to life balances.
The main thing is gratefulness. It always brings a smile to my face.
The one thing that has bothered me most in my grief journey is having to explain myself constantly and feeling like I am not heard. Having gone through the widow journey twice, I am just tired of being misunderstood and want to be totally alone to finally give myself permission to heal in my own way without being "discussed and judged" by others. Just leave me alone, you have "helped" enough. Your concern is killing me.
Rather than try to explain once again, the following post from a Facebook group perfectly describes how I have been feeling most of my adult life. In my opinion, if you truly care about someone, you try to understand instead of asking the same insulting questions over and over again . . . no wonder I no longer want to be around those who have continually hurt me. It started a long, long time ago . . . and it is more than just grief.
"When she goes quiet, it’s crucial to understand: it’s not because she has nothing left to say. Her silence isn’t emptiness; it’s incredibly full. Full of words too heavy to speak, full of emotions too raw to unravel, full of a pain that feels utterly impossible to put into coherent sentences.
My life has been like a roller coaster for as far back as when my Nana passed away when I was a young adult. It seems like I am always in the "learning how to live again without you" stage.
The hardest one is dealing with the decision to put Kiki to sleep. The devastating emotional decision came too soon after The Captain passed away and I became a true hermit.
Kiki was all the emotional support I needed and took comfort in her sweetness like when she'd put her paw on me, letting me know that she was here for me, or the look in her eyes that could talk to me without words. I depended on that love and comfort too much and loved her as much as I would have loved my own child that I never had. Signing that paper was the worse thing I have ever had to do in my whole life.
I know that I did a good thing for her since the vet told me she was so sick and loved her enough to not want her to go through pain. But making the decision to let her go is still haunting me, some days worse than others. At least I am experiencing decent days and am so grateful for finally having those days.
Now I am learning how to live alone while learning to live without those loved ones who are no longer with me. It is definitely a roller coaster of emotions. Interacting with others has become difficult for me since, at this time of my life, I have nothing to say to anyone. Look at my blog since The Captain passed away. I miss him terribly, the emotions are raw and I find it difficult to even want to speak to anyone at this time.
Once again, I am on medication for my anxiety after trying to live without it. Now I am trying a different one that works better.
My mom was recently back in town and I actually drove a short distance. It was not a complete success, although I did get out and even went to a restaurant twice. So I have made some progress even though there were some failures involved that have affected me negatively.
It is all good . . . progress is progress!
Although I am still healing and experiencing way too much emotional pain that I pretty much inflict on myself, life in general is good.
Quality of life is subjective depending on how you perceive it. I'm not sure that even made sense. It did to me. Other than the emotional stress I put on myself, my quality of life is pretty good.
I have always been the type of person who could be alone in life and still have a good quality of life and experience happiness. At an early age, people let me down and hurt me, making it easy to depend on myself since I have always felt there were few in my life I could trust not to hurt me. And really, for that I am grateful since I am a stronger person for it. Stronger does not mean happier though.
Not trusting others is one of those things that does not make my life happier. It just makes me so aware of others and ready to deal with disappointment. In my whole life, there are very few people I have allowed close to me. And with those few, many of them were a mistake to let close. We live and learn, don't we?
Since The Captain was ill before he passed away and since then, I allowed those who hurt me get the best of me and as a result, I have isolated myself, determined to be happy on my own and protect myself from further hurt. It is so foolish to allow others to determine your happiness. Even those we truly love.
I have learned that all I need is to believe in myself, be grateful for all that God has blessed me with and KNOW and acknowledge exactly how blessed I really am. There is not much that I really need to worry about, so I have decided that it is time to shed the extreme sadness from grief and the anger of those who hurt me, find joy in the little things in life and make the quality of my life the best it has ever been.
I miss her so much. My heart is broken . . .
A Love That Lives
The tragic fires in California this past week have given me so much to think about life, hopes and dreams and gratitude. In the course of life, going after our hopes and dreams or experiencing difficult life circumstances, we sometimes get overwhelmed and forget to be grateful. It is human nature and doesn't mean that we are an ungrateful person.
Since The Captain passed away last year and having to make the difficult decision to put my sweet fur baby Kiki to sleep recently, grief has taken me over and although I am usually grateful for everything I have been blessed with, the deep pain within has consumed me.
Those in the path of those fires not only face losing their home, but their lifestyle. The lucky ones will still have their home, but friends and neighbors will probably be gone, all the familiar places like grocery stores and schools gone. No doubt these "lucky" people will feel that horrible feeling of deep grief that will change their life forever. And like grief from a physical death, they will probably feel profound guilt.
No matter what their circumstance, most had hopes and dreams. Some achieved dreams, some had future dreams . . . both are perceived gone at first.
Having watched way too many hours of news, it has made me think about life in general and have ultimately realized how grateful I am for everything I have been blessed with and I can have new hopes and dreams for my life.
The following poem and all that thinking made it all make sense.
As a person who has gone to sleep watching television forever because I hate silence and am especially fearful of darkness, I was not in the best frame of mind with Hurricane Milton taking out my electricity before the storm even started and didn't come back on for three or four days later. I have honestly lost track of time or even what day it is.
It had only been a few days since I had to put my precious fur baby Kiki to sleep, so I was a big mess already. A week or so before, Kiki and I went through Hurricane Helene alone with her on my lap on the couch . . . having her with me was a comfort and I felt better. I went through the latest hurricane sitting alone on the couch without the emotional comfort of my precious girl. I miss her so much.
The dark silence of those days haunted me, making the feelings of grief and the hole in my heart from losing Kiki and The Captain even more intense, making me lonelier than I have ever felt in my life. But I remained as calm as I could possibly be and made it through a very stressful time. Honestly, I did have a few times of freaking out. I'm not a brave person, but have become stronger as I get older and experience more life.
The storm was brutal. News reports state that Tampa received winds of up to 100 mph. They were not all gusts . . . at times the winds were sustained for what seemed like forever. I thought the roof was going to fly off my house, but it didn't. God was there to protect me. The only damage was a knocked over mailbox. Surprising and grateful!
Going through the process of hearing the news that Kiki was sick and ultimately having her put to sleep was one of the worse times I have ever experienced in my life. She was my baby and constant companion for 12 years, but she had an awesome life with so much love after the Captain and I rescued her from the shelter. They found her roaming the streets, lost and alone. That is another story.
I guess God doesn't think I need peace yet. He has more for me to learn.