Category Archives: Grief

Patriot’s Day

Yesterday was “Patriots’ Day” here in the United States.  In Massachusetts, a state holiday.  The running of the Boston Marathon.  You know the rest.

And today, just like after so many other similar days, we’re reeling.

Newtown. Aurora. Oklahoma City. 9/11. Boston.

What can you do?

What can I do?

Today you can know this: in the face of unimaginable horror, there were still more who tried to help than did not.

There were still more who rushed to the scene than ran away.

There were still more offering tips than the phones could handle.

There were still more who watched in sadness and wondered what can I do?

And that’s when the anger came. Anger that someone – identity unknown – wants us all to live in fear.  To be afraid to run.

Not happening, coward.

HOW YOU CAN HELP

  • The Red Cross says the best way to help right now is to get in touch with loved ones through its Safe And Well Listings. The organization is not asking for blood donations at this time.
  • The Salvation Army is offering food, beverages and crisis counseling to survivors and first responders. Find out how you can get involved here.
  • Some marathon runners are stranded in Boston and in need of places to stay. Find out how you can offer housing here.
  • Anyone with info about the incident can call 1-800-494-TIPS.

This Patriot stands with Boston and I am not afraid to run.

 

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No words

I do not have words to write about what happened in Newtown yesterday.

But He does.

See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.” (Matthew 18:10)

When I look at this image, that childhood song plays in my head, "Jesus loves the little children, all the little children of the world."  Image from Pinterest.com

When I look at this image, that childhood song plays in my head, “Jesus loves the little children, all the little children of the world.” Image from Pinterest.com

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Called to peace

It was with great sadness that we learned our boy and his wife are considering divorce.  I know there have been highs and lows and everything in-betweens, and that sometimes, sometimes relationships don’t work and the only solution is to step away.

As a woman and a mother who survived divorce, it is with the heaviest of hearts that I think about how things will move along.  I know about the stress, the uncertainty, and the loneliness.

There are children, two little ones, in the middle.  Yes, little guy is technically hers but still, it was our son who stepped in and fathered for the past four years.

He’s the one who taught him how to tie his shoes and build forts, to ride his bike without the training wheels and to not be afraid of thunder. And then there’s the wee one, baby MJ who came from this union. In her world, there has always been Mommy and Daddy and brother A.  I cannot tell you how much my heart breaks when I think about those two innocent bystanders watching wide-eyed as their world shifts.

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These are the lessons I learned when I traversed the ugly world of divorce and these are the ones I hope to share with both him and her:

1. Kids always think that your divorce is their fault. If only they were tidier, went to bed on time, didn’t talk so much, you name it, kids will think they caused this.  What can you do?  Make sure they know how much they’re loved and that there’s nothing they could ever do to change how you feel about them.  You can’t do this by buying them stuff or just  showing up on occasion, you do this one way and one way only: spending T-I-M-E with them, listening, cuddling, laughing, playing, loving.

2. They will feel unsteady.  It’s important to keep their world small and constant – day care, friends, bed-time, snacks, routine, structure should stay the same as much as possible.  And they will need boundaries now more than ever. Why?  Because boundaries let them know someone cares enough to reel them in.

Hubbs was a child of divorce and one of the saddest stories he ever told me was the longing he felt as neighborhood kids were called in at suppertime .. because no one was home at his house, and no one called for him. The look on his face when he told that story, 30 some years later, haunts me.

Don’t fool yourself that you can just buy kids stuff they don’t need, cause they’ll see right through that:  they don’t want “quality time,” they want ALL of your time.

3. They will look to you for guidance.  Even when you’re scared, lonely or frustrated, (and you will be) you still must do what’s best for them.  Show them that you can get through this. When they see you getting through, they will, too. Let them know what to expect ahead of time and then do it: when you say you’re coming to get them at 6:00 be there early and not a minute later.   I missed one school party – one – as a single parent when my oldest boy was 5.   He doesn’t remember it but I’ve never forgotten it.

4.  Let them be kids.  They are not your counselors or your dates, they are kids and their shoulders are too little to carry your burdens. If you need support, and you will, join a support group and find other like-minded adults you can lean on.

5.  Never criticize or undermine the other parent.  Your children are half of you, but they are half of that other parent, too. Remember: when you attack the parent, you attack the child. Even though my ex gave me plenty to be frustrated over (no child support, frequently unemployed, never showed up for birthdays, holidays or most visitations), I had to bite my tongue and reassure my boy that he was loved and that we were going to have fun anyways.  When you call the other parent names, your children will take this to mean that part of them isn’t good, either.  What a terrible thing to do to a child!   As hard as someone makes it on you, you did love them enough once to create these little people: love the littlest ones enough to keep the snarkiness to yourself.

6. Two homes not a broken one.    Decide that your child is not coming from a broken home but instead, two homes.  Being sad and clingy when children leave for visitation does nothing but instill anxiety in them.  It is not their job to worry about you, it’s yours.  Grit your teeth, smile, hug them hard and let them go. And, on the flip side, make your new home as “homey” as you can. It doesn’t have to big, grand or luxurious. It just has to be home: familiar routine, toys and some space with you in it. Trust me on this.

7.  Both sides are right.  When I hear “You are wrong and I am right,” I know that somewhere in the middle lives the truth.

Maybe it’s better to separate; maybe then the bickering and the keeping-track will stop.

Maybe there will be peace.

“But if the unbelieving partner separates, let it be so. In such cases the brother or sister is not enslaved. God has called you to peace.” 1 Corinthians 7:15

Have you lived through a child’s divorce?  How did you cope with the heartache?

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Blue Skies

It was a Tuesday, a bright blue-morninged September day and one we’ll never forget.

Here in West MI, we’ve had four or five days in a row of those blue skies. You know the kind I speak of: skies so blue, so true, so clear, one can’t help but think of planes and towers, firefighters and hijackers, office workers, dust clouds and innocence lost.

It’s been 11 years since Tuesday, 9/11 and the forecast is eerily similar: blue skies.

We remember.

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I got it

Listening to our grand-daughter, MJ, I can’t help but chuckle every time she says these three words: “I got it!”

Jumping into the pool … I got it!

Opening her juice box … I got it!

Putting on her sandals … I got it!

You name it, she’s got it.  And as someone who’s soon to be 3, this is an important phrase to learn and commandeer so cheerfully.

Thinking back over the past three weeks, I reflect on the hours spent sitting with my friend at her mother’s bedside.   Cancer.  Terminal. Time for Hospice. Nothing more they can really do. Just keep her comfortable. It won’t be long.

Short sentences, spoken in hushed tones.

We watched as she and her husband moved her Mom into their home and set up “shop” in the living room, right in the middle of the action.  Near the kitchen and the TV and the dinner table, exactly where she wanted to be.

Hubbs and I visited often, sitting with them all and sometimes the guys would slip out back to stand under the stars and get away from the inevitable.  And sometimes we did, too.

This friend is the child in her family who takes care of everyone, makes sure holidays are organized, helped others pay their bills, cooked and cleaned for her Mom and worked a full-time job. She’s been the go-to gal and her stepping forward and taking on this next step was not a surprise, as daunting as it was.

I visited with her and her Mom every day of my vacation and last Monday before I left for St. Louis.  Truthfully, we were amazed she was still hanging on.  But spirit does that sometimes; sometimes there are words left unsaid and work yet to be done.

Sons and cousins, aunties and friends stopped to see her one last time and I’ve pondered on how difficult those visits can be.  How tough it is to say what you mean to say as emotions are strangling your words.   I listened when my friend shared moments of awe and wonder:  her Mom rocking a baby she’d lost years ago and asking where those little girls went, the ones who’d been playing near her just now.  When I thought she was sleeping her eyes would pop open and she’d smile at me and say, “Nice dress, where’d ya get it?”  Then we’d laugh and we’d cry and we’d laugh again.

I watched the fatigue etch my friend’s face as days turned into weeks, surviving on coffee and snippets of sleep.

I saw the love in her eyes as she tenderly washed her Mother’s face and helped the Home Health Aide change the sheets.  The sounds of game shows and gospel music permeated the room.

When I got back into town Friday, it was Hubbs who’d committed us to visiting that evening.  Hubbs -  who’d rather be outside for the rest of his life than be in and face what was transpiring – but he did, because somehow he had a feeling and he was right.

And, as was our pattern, we hugged and comforted and laughed and cried and when asked how her Mom was my friend asked, “do you want to come see?” and I said “yes I do.”  We saw the shift those four days had taken on her, on all of them.  The time was nearing and it was soon.

And that’s when little Miss MJ’s words came to me.

I leaned down, placed my hand on her Mother’s arm and whispered, “I got it.  I got your girl and I will help her through this; I don’t want you to worry about it … we’ll make sure she’s OK.”

I don’t know if she heard me but I like to think she did.

My friend heard and we hugged as she cried and it wasn’t long before my tears matched hers.  And as we stood there facing what was to come, we saw her Mom relax a little.  Sitting down, we said a prayer for her homecoming and for strength and courage in the days ahead.   And with that her Mother, by now resembling a little baby bird, grabbed her wings and flew on home.

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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.  Psalms 23:4

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Have you ever witnessed death? 

How did the experience affect you?

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Walking distance

I work near someone whose personality grates on my nerves.  There’s no conflict; I make the effort to get along because that’s the right thing to do.  Having said that, her voice is the last thing I want to hear on a busy day, a quiet day, an aggravating day or, for that matter, any day ending in “y.”

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I read this quote and it not only gave me perspective, it made me laugh, too.

Tuck this away for the next time you find yourself in a similar situation:

“Don’t let others drive you crazy when you know perfectly well that it’s within walking distance.” ~Author Unknown

Have a great day friends!

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The pain of not knowing

I received word tonight of a colleague’s terminal diagnosis. Of how they’re not discussing treatment.   Of how there are no months or years, just days.

We’re not close, we’ve never even met. But I like her. She’s kind, responsive, and possesses a crisp New England accent that makes me both smile and pay attention when I hear it.

I envisioned her as tall and willowy. I don’t even know if that’s true.

I wish we’d met.

I wish I knew how I’ll grieve someone I never quite knew.

It’s like that, isn’t it?

Working, blogging, connecting.  We form ‘relationships’ with people we don’t know; we grow to count on them and they on us.  We learn the inflection in their laugh, how they sign their emails a particular way, and the sorts of things we differ on.  We learn who they are without ever meeting.

Her name is Susan.

And I am struggling to understand how not knowing her can make me weep even more.

“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure . . . And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, ‘Yes, the stars always make me laugh!’ And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you…”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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On Releasing

A recent article I read made me think and, in turn, inspired me to write this post.

Picture yourself standing on a dock and everything you want to release from your life has been placed into a small boat; picture yourself untying the boat from its moors and giving it a gentle push.  Picture the boat floating away and, with it, all that you want to be rid of.

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I’m releasing relationships that drain my soul and pull me down; I’m no longer responsible for  their happiness.

I am releasing my need to say yes to everyone but myself. I am learning that “no” is not a four letter word.

I’m releasing old habits and opening the door to new. I’m making room for wonder, splendor, excitement and creativity.

I’m releasing fears about what’s to come and trusting what my Mother always said: that I’m capable enough to handle what comes anyways.

I’m releasing my tendency to give it all away; I’m learning not everyone deserves some of what I’ve got.

I’m releasing.  I’m releasing. I’m releasing.

What will you place in your boat?

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Life lessons in pond hockey

As kids, we played a lot of pond hockey; the differences between pond and rink hockey are many, with boundaries being just one. In pond hockey, there are no boards to get body-checked into, only frozen roots to trip over.  Our penalty box was several large rocks bordering the south side. Regulation play teams have 6 players; with five kids in our family, and a smattering of cousins along, we took turns as goalie, and playing forward or defense. I loved getting the puck and confidently skating towards the opposing goal. I didn’t get there often, as my cousins and brothers were much stronger and faster than I, but what I lacked in size, I made up for in determination.  Each of us dreaded being goalie; having to defend the net (and our heads) from slap shots.  I remember the fear; the lack of protection, knowing what was coming and doing my best to stop it.

I’ve come to see that childhood roles can still play out in our adult lives. How? I’m used to being the forward; being in control, moving with intention and taking my best shots.  I rarely have to play defense. Why?  Because playing defense means that I have done something to defend.  When someone else puts me on the defense,  I’m transported back to that gangly kid again… wondering how exactly it got to be my turn at net.

It happened to me.   Someone took a position polar opposite mine. That’s fine, it’s a free country after all, I thought. But it wasn’t fine.  You see, being opposite of this person is not done.    Their approach, and their subsequent attack of me, rocked me and then some.

Sweat formed, my stomach fell and a familiar surge of terror took hold.  I stumbled my way through, listening in disbelief and wonder at how this came to be.

I tried to state that I didn’t mind how apart we were on the issue but, you see, that was the issue.  Not just that we didn’t agree … but that I was clearly so wrong and it was their job to set me right.

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Sometimes, in those moments, that former scrappy kid is tempted to re-emerge. Some swagger could step forward. More realistically ..  disbelief and shock immobilize and quietly, I’ll just take the hit. I’ll take it … just to get it over with.  And later, when I get back up, disappointment’s slap lingers on my face and my heart. The stings come again when I realize I was never wrong to feel what I felt; I was wrong to believe that my thoughts and opinions had a place at their table.

It mattered not that we thought differently on this topic, to me.  And in the end, that was all that mattered to them.

What couldn’t be seen from the other side was how any other position could ever be played. What couldn’t be seen – will never be seen – is why play any other way than theirs.

Talked to like a child, reprimanded like a fool, I heard life pleading with me to load up on safety gear, hover in one spot and play defense.  I won’t do it.  I don’t want to live like that. I’ll never get used to being emotionally body-checked but I’ve learned that moving forward means that, sadly, there will always be a few who’d rather knock me to into the boards than see me get to goal.

Has someone else ever forced you to into a role you didn’t want to play?
Do you have any forwards skating alongside you in life?

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Today

On a day of remembrance & deep sorrow, sometimes all we CAN do is reclaim our NORMALCY as proof that COWARDS who sneak in to attack us will NEVER take away what remains: our ability to live a FULL & FREE life.

So today, I remember, but I also celebrate Hubbs’ bday with our kids & grandkids and in-laws.

What survives? Honor, faith, hard work, patriotism and FREEDOM, BABY!!

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