Sunday, June 30, 2024
My New Normal
Tuesday, May 28, 2024
Faith, Love and Time
The Memorial Day weekend was bittersweet and difficult.
Military holidays were so special for The Captain, they were a part of who he was. I had never experienced a person who was so patriotic and so proud of his military service. I often thought that when he retired from the military, a part of him died. It is who he was, but no longer had an active part in it. It is a sad fact of retirement, you kind of lose your identity.
Although I dislike war movies, I almost wanted the bombardment of his holiday ritual, marathon war movies. They meant he was alive and well and still with me.
It was one of those times that I just needed to be alone and cry my eyes out. Somehow it makes me feel better and allows me to be strong. That doesn't make sense, but grief does not make sense. Just when I think I can handle life again, it hits me like a ton of bricks.
Looking back at the memories that flooded me over the weekend, although I hate what grief does to me, it means that I loved deeply. And for that I will always be grateful.
Tuesday, May 21, 2024
Looking back
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
Simple
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Lessening Grief
Time changes the way we perceive memories. I didn't realize that until The Captain passed away. Memories of my life with JR have changed through the years without me realizing that it was happening.
Time lessens grief, but it never takes it away. I have learned to be grateful for everything I have been blessed with, especially another day.
Thursday, March 14, 2024
Remembering Good Times
In this phase of grief, the recollection of awesome times are helping me honor The Captain's place in my life. There are moments in time and then there are events that brought us so much fun and happiness. I will write about them and relive them all over again with a smile on my face. We had many good times!
We loved Busch Gardens and visited often since we had annual passes. They provided fabulous entertainment and among our favorites was Peter Noone of Herman's Hermits.
Peter was still doing the concert circuit after all these years. The Captain and I had the pleasure of attending one of his concerts and had a blast singing along to all those hits whose lyrics were still fresh in our minds. We weren't the only ones. Baby boomers surrounded us and we were all singing.
His voice is awesome as ever, with the same witty personality as Herman the teenage boy with the sweet face we knew back in the day. It was an excellent concert we never forgot . . . what a treat, we spoke of it often. Peter is a timeless entertainer who is very entertaining!
Monday, March 11, 2024
Trigger Days
Just like any other grief phase, it is not a good idea to try to ignore the trigger day or the affects of it. One must go through and feel the grief stages in order to get through the healing process. The difficulty is not knowing where the next grief hit is going to come from . . . a song, a place, a passing thought, a smell, food . . . anything really. One thing is for sure, there are times that everything is a reminder and know that it may throw you into survival mode, even if it is an old loss as well as a fresh one.
There is one thing I do to cope with trigger days . . . write your loved one a letter. Just as with journaling, the spontaneity of the writing will conjure up thoughts and feelings you never addressed. Those thoughts and feelings get me through trigger days, as well as good memories that I make an attempt to dwell on instead of how awful I am feeling at the moment. The great memories on trigger days for me are treasured gifts and I look at it as a pleasant way to honor the loved one. That is so important.
It is not easy, but I have learned coping mechanisms through over 20 years of grief phases from losing my first husband. It never goes away, but as time goes on it becomes easier to manage and tolerate the emotions.
Today I am experiencing The Captain's birthday, the first since he passed away. This trigger day is fresh and so very painful, but I'm making the attempt to use the coping mechanisms I have learned to get through this awful day.
The clock continues to tick and the trigger days hit with regularity, bringing with them the emotional minefield. What is important is to know that you control how you react to the thoughts associated with the day.
The trigger days and grief itself became my new normal when my first husband died. Now my new normal is double the trigger days, grief associated with it and learning to emotionally deal with more positivity as time goes on. I'm learning how to celebrate the loved one's life and be grateful they were in my life at all.
Sunday, March 10, 2024
Joyful Melody of Life
In the past couple of days, I have been drawn to songs that remind me of the beginning of my relationship with The Captain. They brought up so many awesome memories that took me back to the time like it was yesterday. That is what I love so much about music, it takes you there.
In this phase of grief, I can say that I have found the joyful melody of life with The Captain, remembering the great times with a smile on my face. And just as fast as the smile appeared, so do the tears of a time in my life that is gone forever.
The next grief phase will hopefully focus on the great times and the memories with only smiles and less sorrow. I will listen to your song forever in my heart and the song will play softly, soothing my soul.
Cherish the music!
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Capture moments
Although it gets easier from one year to the next, Christmas holidays after experiencing a terrible loss in your life is not easy.
For me, the memories that once caused me a great deal of grief have turned into wonderful memories of a part of my life that I am so grateful for. I do admit it will never be the same, but not as bad as the year before.
The older we become, the more grief we experience with those close to us passing away one by one. It adds to complicated emotions, especially around the holidays.
The holidays are "the dreaded season" for me with so many emotions that tug on my heart for so many reasons.
I know I am not alone though. There are others whose experiences have kept them from moving on with their lives. At least I have moved on . . .
One of my Facebook friends posted the following thoughts that really hit home. I shared it on Facebook and it prompted me to write a blog post about it.
Feel free to share it on one of your social media pages . . . it could let someone else going through a rough holiday season know they are not alone. They may also realize that capturing those moments will be a treasure one day.
A blessed and wonderful holiday season to all . . .
"Sadly, I know too many people to whom this applies. My family included. Many will attempt to decorate . . . to cook . . . buy (or make) and wrap gifts . . . to be festive.
But the holidays bring sadness, loneliness and heartache. Many will cry for hours with memories of what this time used to be and how it was filled with such love and anticipation - and now it brings back memories of the reality of emptiness and sadness.
So I would like to remind you that there are people for whatever reason are not looking forward to Christmas. Some people are not surrounded by large wonderful families.
Some of us have problems during the holidays and are overcome with great sadness when we remember the loved ones who are not with us any longer.
For many it is their first Christmas without a particular loved one and many others lost loved ones at Christmas. And, many people have no one to spend these times with and are besieged by loneliness. We all need caring, loving thoughts right now."
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Here With Me
When we experience loss in our lives, what is left are memories. Sometimes an object with no monetary value holds a precious memory of a moment in time.
"I don't want to move a thing . . . it might change my memory . . . " lyrics from the song Here With Me by Dido has been haunting me the past few weeks.
Since Hurricane Irma dropped a tree on our house back in September of last year, I have not been back home. The house is being repaired and the amount of time it is taking has been quite annoying, but the house will be ready sometime soon. It was such a happy house with so many wonderful memories.
I'm so scared that my memories have changed . . . I really don't know. I wonder how it will affect me if I can't feel those happy memories anymore in the newly repaired house.
There have been times since JR passed away that are perfectly depicted with those lyrics. There were things that I didn't move for a really long time. Some things were never moved. They are just things many will say until that time presents itself in their lives and then they will understand the importance of changing memories.
Moments in time are so precious and some stay with us our whole life. Those things associated with that time are so very special. You can pick it up, touch it, feel the memory . . . relive it and for a moment, you were there again.
JR and I loved going to the flea market on the weekends. Those silly little trinkets that we picked up, such as kitchen items like a glass dip bowl that take me back to that moment in time when it was purchased. I could pick up that bowl and it would give me the exact moment when I first picked it up and it takes me back. I could even recall the smell that musty little shop where it was purchased.
You may think what I am describing is a bit dramatic, but when that little bowl was dropped, I was devastated. The magic and memories of that moment in time will never be the same. It is difficult to explain!
Today I am talking about a whole house. That tree which caused so much destruction had so much to do with why we fell in love with that house to begin with. The huge oak tree is now gone, large pieces of it taken off the house and what was left of it was cut down to the ground and taken away like trash. It will never be here with me again, just like JR never will be here with me. And that is just one thing . . .
Grief can really twist us inside out with the emotions it takes us through!
The time is near for me to return to clean up the inside mess and once again make it a home and I am scared to death . . .
Where do I direct these frying pan moments? I haven't figured that one out yet and it takes me to some strange places in my mind. This too shall pass . . .