Reality check a day 353, grief still hurts.
On Sunday I attended my nieces' 5th birthday party. The reality of Chris' brother and best friend without him in their presence is still a stark reality. As I sat helping the babies decorate cupcakes the song Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole came on in the cupcake shop. This song played several times as people got up from Chris' memorial service. It's in moments like those that I smile and say hello to Chris. I'm not sure they are signs of anything but they are moments in which I can smile and remember Chris. Subsequently, my neices' birthday party was one of the last events Chris attended. In my heart, it's one of the events in the count down to Chris' death.
Two days later I s on my way to plan a baby shower I heard the song The End by Pearl Jam and ... there I was with hot tears running down my face at the off ramp. I could swear I can hear my heart crack when I hear the line "How it pains me to leave me here with the kids on your own." Chris would never have left had there been a choice. He would not have wanted his children to question his absence or feel the pain of not knowing him.
That night I opened a book on grief that I had set aside months ago and this quote struck me...
"Real grief is not healed by time. If time does anything, it deepens our grief. The longer we live, the more fully we become aware of who he was for us, and the more intimately we experience what his love meant for us. Real, deep love is, as you know, very unobtrusive, seemingly easy and obvious and so present that we take it for granted. Therefore, it is often only in retrospect - or better, in memory- that we fully realize its power and depths. Yes, indeed, love often makes itself visible in pain." Henri Nouwen.
Not a day goes by when I don't often think of Chris. Usually with a fond memory, a smile. Sometimes with a tear at something he has missed in the lives of his children. The pain, though it's strength varies, is still palpable.
It's been quite awhile since I have had a truly terrible day but this week it started with Tuesday and it was then that I knew it was coming. The exhaustion of grief. In my life it has often manifested itself as exhaustion, the kind where you can barely open your eyes. Wednesday arrived with my body moving at an inept speed and my mind unable to shake the cobwebs of the past.
This morning I was drying off after my shower and looked down at the floor of the bath tub as my mind went to the question, what was his last breath like?
Really, I just want to know if he was scared or willing me to come help him. There is not only an amazing amount of pain but also guilt in the death of another, at least for me, know Chris was dying only 20 feet from where I sat.
So here I am at the cusp of the one year anniversary and as it is with children, our routines are very similar despite the unrecognizable format of my life.
I struggled to live through the 9 o'clock hour for weeks after Chris' death followed by my detest of Wednesdays then my dislike of the 17th. So what is it now? Right now I dislike my brain's ability to replay a month's worth of events, to feel the emotions of that day so clearly, to hear the conversations from that morning echo through the chambers of my mind.
What will you be doing on November 17th at 9:30 a.m.? Yeah, I'm not sure either.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
16
Today while in the car by myself I heard The End by Pearl Jam and was pushed into tears. The song epitomizes so much of what I feel about the end of Chris' life. The dreams that were given up, the life plan that as pushed aside, the future that became a blur.
I am still amazd that I can be pushed back into those feelings so easily.
Maya is forgetting. In some ways I am thankful. (Some of you gasped...I heard it). I am thankful that the days of sheer begging for Chris to return, to go see him in Heaven, to have one last hug and kiss, one last daddy's song....they are gone. 349 days later those moments have been repaced by passing notations that she misses her daddy or retelling of memories from 'when daddy was here.' I still find that my voice momentarily catches, my heart races and my jaw tightenes. We made such great memories. Chris was always so greatful for all the family time we had and adventures we planned with the kids.
Owen....really there is so litte to say. My boy looks more and more like his dad as the days and months pass. He has Chris' mischevious grin and the twinkle in his eye. But the memories, there are not any. As always, I am troubled by what this means for his future.
I'm not sure what the next 16 days will bring or how I will feel on November 17 and 9:30 a.m. I'm not sure what that moment will entail mentally and emotionally for me. But...it's coming, like a passenger train with an on time arrival..only the passengers on this train are emotions and memories.
In my brain, I feel like I need to toast Chris. His laughter and enthusiasm made my world a happy place. He entrusted in me two beautiful children and for that alone he will always hold a piece of my heart and I will aways wonder what he would say and think about how I am doing...in my life, with our children, headed into my future.
I am still amazd that I can be pushed back into those feelings so easily.
Maya is forgetting. In some ways I am thankful. (Some of you gasped...I heard it). I am thankful that the days of sheer begging for Chris to return, to go see him in Heaven, to have one last hug and kiss, one last daddy's song....they are gone. 349 days later those moments have been repaced by passing notations that she misses her daddy or retelling of memories from 'when daddy was here.' I still find that my voice momentarily catches, my heart races and my jaw tightenes. We made such great memories. Chris was always so greatful for all the family time we had and adventures we planned with the kids.
Owen....really there is so litte to say. My boy looks more and more like his dad as the days and months pass. He has Chris' mischevious grin and the twinkle in his eye. But the memories, there are not any. As always, I am troubled by what this means for his future.
I'm not sure what the next 16 days will bring or how I will feel on November 17 and 9:30 a.m. I'm not sure what that moment will entail mentally and emotionally for me. But...it's coming, like a passenger train with an on time arrival..only the passengers on this train are emotions and memories.
In my brain, I feel like I need to toast Chris. His laughter and enthusiasm made my world a happy place. He entrusted in me two beautiful children and for that alone he will always hold a piece of my heart and I will aways wonder what he would say and think about how I am doing...in my life, with our children, headed into my future.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Disneyland
Yep, we did it...took 3 kids under the age of 5 to Disneyland. And...we had a blast. Of course we were with my parents, my sister and her husband as well as my niece but it felt like a major accomplishment never the less. Here is a pictorial review of our 6 days in the Happiest Place on Earth!
The group...minus Miss C.
The boys on Dumbo!!!
The girls on Dumbo!
Peak a boo!
Hello?!?
Flik's Flyers with Grandma and Papa
Princess Belle and the kiddos
Riley and Charissa chasing Maya
Maya on the water slide!!
Shaun on the water slide!
Owen on the water slide!
An adult libation
Dressed up for Mickey's Halloween Party!
Pirate Owen
Cinderella Riley
Sunday, October 9, 2011
October, so it begins
I feel like the beginning of fall has brought me full circle and now I am reliving your final days but without you.
In some moments my memories are sweet. We were always so busy with kid activities and family outings. Fall brought Halloween activities, birthday parties, visits to the pumpkin patch, holiday planning, football games. These things are beginning to revolve around me and I am spending a lot of time reminiscing about what these things were like with you. I miss your presence. At moments I feel the anger again that you are gone. It's been many months since I have felt anger, but grief is circular and it has emerged once again.
I am also spending a large amount of time thinking about how much our kids have changed. Just typing that sentence brought the tightness to my throat and tears to my eyes. In all of this past year that is what has been the most difficult for me. Not being single, not the title of widow, not the sleepless nights but the thought that you would have done anything to be here for Maya and Owen, to experience their childhood, to watch them grow and learn. It breaks my heart to think that though Owen can now pick you out in a picture, he doesn't have a single memory of you that he will be able to call his own. Maya is talking about you often. I am not sure if it is coincidental or if she senses something major is shifting as we head toward the one year mark. You would be excited by everything she is doing. She even went fishing with the pole we bought her last year. Despite the emerging attitude, she is still such a sweetheart.
I also find myself thinking about the things that you loved and that now go on without you. Husky football, the Broncos, Thanksgiving, camping, family vacations, Christmas, sushi, goody runs. It's hard to not think you feel like you are missing out on this world. How could you not feel like that when your children were so small when you died? It's difficult to think you feel at peace with not experiencing more of this world with us.
321 days in. 39 to go. But....then what? The countdown really seems insignificant in light of the fact that I have always pushed myself to remember that you are gone, eternally. Objects, rituals, clothing don't bring you back. After the 39 days have come and gone, life will still move forward further away from the moment you took your last breath and with that we all must move forward with our acceptance of and peace with the life that remains.
In some moments my memories are sweet. We were always so busy with kid activities and family outings. Fall brought Halloween activities, birthday parties, visits to the pumpkin patch, holiday planning, football games. These things are beginning to revolve around me and I am spending a lot of time reminiscing about what these things were like with you. I miss your presence. At moments I feel the anger again that you are gone. It's been many months since I have felt anger, but grief is circular and it has emerged once again.
I am also spending a large amount of time thinking about how much our kids have changed. Just typing that sentence brought the tightness to my throat and tears to my eyes. In all of this past year that is what has been the most difficult for me. Not being single, not the title of widow, not the sleepless nights but the thought that you would have done anything to be here for Maya and Owen, to experience their childhood, to watch them grow and learn. It breaks my heart to think that though Owen can now pick you out in a picture, he doesn't have a single memory of you that he will be able to call his own. Maya is talking about you often. I am not sure if it is coincidental or if she senses something major is shifting as we head toward the one year mark. You would be excited by everything she is doing. She even went fishing with the pole we bought her last year. Despite the emerging attitude, she is still such a sweetheart.
I also find myself thinking about the things that you loved and that now go on without you. Husky football, the Broncos, Thanksgiving, camping, family vacations, Christmas, sushi, goody runs. It's hard to not think you feel like you are missing out on this world. How could you not feel like that when your children were so small when you died? It's difficult to think you feel at peace with not experiencing more of this world with us.
321 days in. 39 to go. But....then what? The countdown really seems insignificant in light of the fact that I have always pushed myself to remember that you are gone, eternally. Objects, rituals, clothing don't bring you back. After the 39 days have come and gone, life will still move forward further away from the moment you took your last breath and with that we all must move forward with our acceptance of and peace with the life that remains.
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