Ringing out the old ...

Friday ... the last Friday of the year.

The snow fell, work continued, and at the end of the day ... our children are safe.

Bill respected this ... and as I climbed into my car at the end of the day ... I said thank you for understanding that I need to know that for those children I can make a difference ... they are safe tonight.

I was rewarded with a lovely evening with family and friends who understand.

Tomorrow is a new day ... the dawn of a new year, and I am thankful for knowing Bill and his support for this need in me to make a difference in the world I so dearly love.

See you all tomorrow ... the eve of 2012 ... another year where Bill is not, yet strangely is!

Breathe my tender hearts ... for I will surely be taking gulps!

Breathing in the moment ...

This has had to be the loneliest Christmas since my very first Christmas when I could not make it home for the holidays. 

As it should be, my family has found new interests and new friends, and they took advantage of a break from work to explore these new interests and join in the festivities of their new friends' families.  Last year, we found comfort in being together; this year was not the same.  The ghost of things to come came and I had a glimpse of what is to come - minus the tombstone.  I know that my life has had an impact and that I will continue to strive to be all that I can be for others - but for this year, I felt the full impact of being by myself.

I did not accept the few invitations to join other families in their festivities, feeling that I was most certainly not in the right frame of heart to partake in their merriment.  I knew that what is in my heart would only portray me as the "poor widow" ... or "old auntie" in the corner.  Maybe next year, I will not base my own happiness solely on my little family and will come to a place in my life where I can join in the festivities of others.

For now, I sit in this in between time,  Christmas and New Year, and go back to the simple basic need, reminding myself to breathe.  This too shall pass.

Christmas Memories ...

What a beautiful gift I received this Christmas Eve morning ... the sharing of a memory.  Bill's sister forwarded this to me in eMail.

A Christmas Memory!

"Growing up, I remember the times that Bill and our brother would run downstairs first to see if Santa had come through the night.  I don't think Bill slept much Christmas Eve.  My sister and I would talk to the walls and ask the boys if they thought Santa had filled our stockings.  Our brothers would walk slowly down the stairs and disappear around the corner.  We would wait with anticipation, waiting and waiting.  Those little buggers would make us wait until they had their own peeks at their stockings then we would whisper down, asking if we could finally come down.

We had wonderful Christmas memories.  Bill loved Christmas.  He got such a kick out of it.  Mom and Dad always did well to instil that in us all.  I can't help but think of so many memories this time of year."

Thank you dear sister for this wonderful gift.  Bill lives on in our memories and in our hearts.  He is missed and lives through so many of us!

Good Christmas Eve everyone.  Remember to breathe gently through each moment.

He is with us ...

The weather network reports that many will have a green Christmas this year.  How sad.  We have enough snow to have the picture perfect scenery.  The air is crisp and last night, returning from a shopping trip with my son, I noticed that everything was made just a little more magical by the ice crystals floating in the air, capturing and reflecting the moonlight.  I half expected to see the glass globe around us for it truly felt like we were standing in a snow globe.  I called this one Mom and Son Coming Home. 

Part of our purchases was a couple of bunches of baby's breath.  After spending time wrapping gifts and sharing happy chatter, my son and I started placing the baby's breath through the tree.  I watched as he broke off a branch after another and placed the flowers in the tree realizing that he had not been there when I put up the tree.  My heart warmed and I was pleased that he seemed to be finally content in the moment.  He too is struggling with his grief, he too is missing Bill, he too is struggling with the lack of the Christmas spirit.  In that moment, we were not alone.  In that moment we found a little sparkle in our hearts.

Today, my oldest son is coming home for the holidays.  Where he comes from, they will have a green Christmas ... we will take pleasure in rushing into our beautiful home to sit by the tree knowing that the house is wrapped in beautiful snow and our home will feel that much fuller, safer and warm! 

The Christmas Season has finally reached my heart.  We miss Bill, but we have each other because of him.  We are with him and he with us ... in our hearts!

Dear Bill ...

It is always such a treat to have a couple of moments alone with you in the morning.  The house has been decorated and the gifts are under the tree.  Everything is so different and very much in keeping with the year.  Many changes, more decisions and although on the outside I seem to be dealing with the hussle and bussle of the Christmas Season, inside I continue to miss you so very much.

If I was granted just one gift this year, I would ask for an evening with you in my dreams!  An evening of gazing into your eyes, listening to the story of your journey in Heaven.  An evening of being held and laying my head on your chest; an evening of feeling safe and carefree.  How I miss this my dearest love.

I often think of you in Heaven and wonder if time seems as long for you as it does for me here on Earth - until we meet again.

Thank you Bill for your continued presence and for watching over us.

I remember when ...

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store? What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more? ~ Dr. Seuss

Christmas – it wraps itself around your heart and sooths even the grinchiest of Grinch’s!  Christmas is about something so intangible that it is like a fragrance that always seems to bring you back to ... “I remember when!”

I was taken there today when I came across a drawing of an older gentleman sitting by the fire with his grandchildren in his lap and trusted dog at his feet.  The hearth is draped in holly, the fire offers a warm glow to the image and the children are listening with great intent.  The gentleman is reading the Christmas Story. 

I once had this same image of Bill in a dream.  I used to tease him with this image of the day he would continue his tradition of reading the Christmas Story with our grandchildren.  The teasing part of this is the fact that Bill never liked being associated with growing old. 

I remember making our way up to bed one night, the house quiet because the boys did not want to end up on Santa’s naughty list and taking a last peek over the banister at our beautiful tree.  Bill whispered that it was time to get the fireplace built in the living room so that he would not have to wait until we had grandchildren to realize my dream.  I remember the feeling of conspiracy between us ... and the house was filled with that Christmas fragrance.

Magic ...

One week from Christmas!  *Cripes* ... so much to do, and no emotional energy left to do it with!

I put up my real tree last night.  The first in 20 years.  The last year Bill was with us, he had promised that the next year, we would all go out as a family and pick the perfect tree to come home with.  He so wanted his boys to know what a real tree was all about.

As I watched my purchased real tree fan out last night, I could not help but think that this would be the first real tree my boys will really remember ... Christmas #2 without Dad!  Mom fell over and bonked her head and said, "We will have a real tree this year!"

I was up at 5:30 a.m.  I went downstairs and made a strong cup of java and strung my lights in the tree.  I then let the ribbon guide me through this beautiful tree - et voila!  I often threatened Bill that I would one day let the tree be the tree and let only the lights and simple ribbon adorn it!  This is the year.  I sat back with my second cup and enjoyed the peace of looking into a simple, elegant and meaningful tree!

I then called and chatted with my sister.  I relished in sharing my success story of yesterday's shopping when I found the perfect gift for one child ... she chuckled and I chuckled and when I got off the phone I cried.  I cried because with Bill, by now, I would have the whole house decorated, the gifts purchased and wrapped and I would be looking into how best to spend Christmas Eve!  I cried because the realization that this is it ... this is what it will always be ....

As I shared with my niece, from November 26th on ... the boys' morning alarm would be Christmas music blaring through the house.  From November 26th on ... mornings were illuminated by the decorations throughout the house ... from November 26th on ... everything was about Christmas magic - the Bill magic?  No, that was my magic!

Hmm... are you thinking what I'm thinking?  Indeed - tomorrow morning is Christmas music ... full blast!!!!  arrr matties ... my new treasure!

Hopefully, my boys will remember to tell our grandchildren, just how magical Christmas was growing up ... hope that they will tell our grandchildren that grandma was strong and kept us going as a family ... and hope that our grandchildren will know that they come from love ... come from magic!

New Article

My first article of a five part series has been posted at:

http://widowed.ca/remembering-part-1/

Enjoy.

Compassionate Friends ...

Tonight, at 7:00 p.m. across the world, parents light a candle in memory of a lost child.  This wonderful group is known as the Compassionate Friends.

For the past 8 years, I have had the privilege of lending my talents to this amazing group of grieving parents as they hold a candlelight vigil.  It is a tough spot, seeing the pain in their eyes and before last year, only imagining what it could be in their hearts.

In the previous 6 years of the 8 years, I had Bill waiting for me at home.  The vigil was over, I would pick up my technology, load up the car and drive home where I knew Bill waited for me.

Last year, I continued my support to these wonderful people and in a different way, had a deeper understanding and appreciation for their "loss".  Last year I came home having prepared my heart that Bill's arms would not be there.  This year, I came home unprepared for the emptiness. 

My heart is both full with being able, in some small way, to be there for these grieving parents ... and empty because I truly want Bill's comfort back.  I see him smiling, I know he continues to support me as I support those in need ... but tonight, well I simply need.

Jingle bells ... all is well ...

We have always held to one book, one piece of clothing and one special toy for each child.  As I go down the list of things to get, I am reminded of my new reality. Bill so loved filling the stocking!  The rest came easy, simply listening all year round ... but the stocking was always so very special. 

I was not raised with filling a stocking and I am wondering if it is time to come full circle and leave the stocking stuffing behind.  I have such a difficult time with this ... Bill loved to spend so much time over the stockings ... we took as long to stuff those socks than we did buying gifts!  Magazine ... check ... candy ... check ... socks ... check ... underwear ... check ... toothbrush and special toothpaste ... check ... one special toy or thing ... check ...

As I drove home today with my treasures, I just happen to think that this is "forever" ... I wondered why God was in such a hurry to come get this beautiful man ... this wonderful human being; why I feel that my stocking will be empty this year, in so many ways!

Home sweet home ...

This has been quite the week of meetings after meetings and travel.  I am finally home, settled in for the evening and while others are dreaming of sugar plum fairies ... I am panicking, for much is left to be done.  More meetings, more writing and more of everything not family.  We are already December 9th and anyone who knows me well, knows that the "old" me would already have the house decorated, baking done, Christmas music blaring every morning to wake up the household, the gifts purchased and wrapped.

New habits, new expectations ... new being me.  I have written before of the unexpected of the second year.  There is so much of your life that resumes after "one year"; you have little time to anticipate what's coming up.  The day gets there and WHAM!  No buffer for what you are feeling! 

Thinking back to last year this time, I had already planned Christmas.  There would be luminaries for Bill, there would be an ice candle at his gravesite, there would be a little message from each one of us in his stocking ... and the list goes on.  This year, I have put up some garland and lights, purchased one gift and it will take quite the effort to resume and finish my preparations. 

My heart is becoming so very aware that this is "forever".  For every moment spent saying to him, "I love you" my heart screams, "I miss you."  For every thought that says, "Thank you Bill for ... ", my heart screams, "I am so angry with you!"  However, at the end of the day, I slip between the sheets and whisper, "Until we meet again.  Good night love."

PS - Happy Birthday Dad ... miss you too and until we meet again.

Silent Sunday ...

Photo by: G. Walton 2011

My baby turns 20 ...

At this time 20 years ago, I was in labour.  I had been for a while not realizing that I was.  All through the day before, Bill and his Mom were busy setting up the Christmas lights outside and my parents were with me.  For the first time, I was overdue by 5 days and my back was killing me.  I remember sitting on the living room floor, strings of lights all around me as I tested each one, replacing those that were burnt out.  All the while, tears were streaming down my face as I felt sorry for myself; no one seemed to understand that my back was so sore!  No one seemed to care for the mood was festive in the house.  My Mom and Dad left that evening to return home ... but wait!  I need you! 

I kept thinking of just how mistaken I was about the difficulties of being overdue.  As a Lamaze instructor and labour coach, I remember promising myself that I would be extra kind to those who are overdue!  My two first were premature ... this having a sore back and heightened emotions sucked!  I called my doctor as promised to check in with him about being induced the next day.  He apologized and said he had not realized that the floor would be busy, too busy for an induction.  More tears!  I wanted to be done with this sore back of mine.

Off to bed we went knowing that the next few days would be busy.  Sleep eluded me.  I was up often to go to the bathroom and I thought, "Oh great!  Now I have some kind of flu bug!"  The alarm went off and Bill got up to get ready for work.  I told ... okay, I whined about my miserable night!  I followed him like a puppy dog expecting the pat on the head in acknowledgement of how miserable I was feeling.  Just before it was time to get ready to leave, I asked Bill if he would wait a bit to help me in and out of the bathtub.  I wanted to s..o..a..k.. and get back to b..e..d.. to grab some s..l..e..e..p.  In my mind, I still see him leaning up against the vanity, patiently waiting for his very pregnant wife to finish her soak. 

Intermittently, I would wince as my back squeezed the breath out of me yet again.  He smiled and proudly announced, "Ginette, you are in labour!"  "No way!  I know what labour feels like; I've been through this twice before.  This is nothing like that." 

He finishes his toast all the while his smile going from easy going to concern.  He is checking the time between "squeezes".  "You are in labour and they are getting closer together."  I still shake my head and he disappears.  He comes back with a phone and plugs it in *no portables back then*.  He dials and is speaking with my sister ... "Yup, ummm ... yup again!  Here, talk to her."  I hear my sister's voice at the other end of the line and the tears start up again ... I can't respond - another squeeze.  It is now a little past 8:00 a.m.  Bill had disappeared again and comes back into the bathroom with my clothes.  He all but scooped me out of the tub, was frantically patting down my body with a towel all the while had started dressing me ... amazing! 

We rush to the hospital and fortunately find a great parking spot.  We walk into emerge just as another "squeeze" knocks the breath out of me!  All faces turn to me and the security guard is quick to get a wheelchair.  Bill often recounted that moment in the emergency room ... he chuckled every time.

The elevator doors opened and my sister's beautiful face appeared.  She was chuckling and Bill was too.  I was still not convinced I was in labour!   My doc is sitting at the nurse's station.  He said, "Guess we won't be needing to induce you ... the scare of it sent you into labour."  All the while, in my mind, I kept shouting, "I'm not in labour!"  The internal exam did confirm that I was in labour ... and the squeezes - dah - contractions were now coming 1 minute apart. 

The floor that day was indeed quite busy and I found myself labouring in the hallway behind a little white screen.  I laboured for a little while more and it was finally time to push this sucker out!  Two and a half hours of pushing ... and our 9lbs 11oz beautiful blue-eyed, strawberry blond baby boy was born!

All cleaned up and brought to my room, I slipped between the sheets content.  Bill turns on the little TV set to music and the first Christmas song of the season played.  I looked up into my beautiful husband's face and saw in his eyes what I had missed the day before because I was so busy being miserable.  I saw and felt all the love and admiration a person can ever want!  He was beaming.

Since that day, when I hear my first Christmas tune on the radio, I am brought back to that wonderful moment, that wonderful day!

Happy Birthday my baby boy ... know that your father is always with us.

Bitter Sweet ...

So I took the plunge today!  My first major purchase ... a new car!  It was a difficult decision on many fronts.  Financial ... making the decision between continuing to invest in a dated car and emotional where I am giving up Bill's car.

After bringing the car in to get the "clucking" sound looked at and other "clinks" and "clangs", the total amount to fix it all was impressive!  I happen to look in the show room and came across a car that I had once test driven with Bill and the price was right.  I came home contemplating my next move and all I could think is that Bill would want me to be safe.  I called my sister, hoping to get support for this major expenditure and she said the same ... Bill would want you to be safe and independent.  All night I fretted about the decision and as I got up this morning, I could almost feel Bill tapping the back of my head saying, "This is a no-brainer!"  Actually, the thought had been knocking around in my brain for a little while, recognizing the age of the car and the feeling that I had not felt safe for a little while driving it.

I sat down with paper and pen again, doing the math, weighing the pro's and con's always reaching the same conclusion.  This is doable with some life changes and I will have confidence in my vehicle to get me from point A to point B;  no worries about car repairs for the next five years.

I dropped off my plates tonight and said I would be back tomorrow to pick up my car .... bitter sweet!  I will also be dropping off Bill's car as a trade in.

Meet Mr. T. Bear ...

It is all in the stories and the sharing of them that we re-member …

Meet Mr. Teddy Bear

1984 Our first Christmas.  The weeks leading up to Christmas were difficult because this would be Bill’s first Christmas without his Dad.  He struggled with grieving, all the while happy that he would be sharing some of the holidays with me.  His family made plans to meet at his grand-parents in another town and I would be going to see my family, the first in a very long time.  I was not too eager on going to my folks because although we were okay with each other, there was a strain between my mother and me.  Bill insisted that it was a great opportunity to go a few days before and have some time to talk this through with my Mom.  He pointed out that it would not be when she had passed that we would be able to chat.  He also pointed out that I was beginning a new life and it would be nice if I could come to an understanding with my Mom about what really went on while growing up – you know the kind of stuff only a mother and daughter can accumulate in a closet!

This was by far the best gift Bill made possible for me.  After much insistence from him, I agreed.  He dropped me off at the bus station, kissed me and promised that we would have a great time when we both got back.  I spent quite a few days before Christmas with my Mom and Dad and boy did we talk!  We talked, we accused, and we cried; we listened, we laughed and our hearts healed!  The look on my father’s face, as his wife and his daughter faced off at breakfast and kept it going all day, all the while getting the home ready for everyone to arrive, was priceless.  I still see his grin!  I gained such a beautiful perspective on my mother’s love for me during these days.  The family arrived, I got teased about too much makeup and Mom was quick to squash the teasing – thanks Mom!

It was finally time to head back to Bill’s place to really begin the festivities *grin*.  My sister and brother-in-law were headed that way and I don’t think I heard a single word they said during that one-hour drive.  I had visions of Bill dancing in my head!

Much of the next few days were a blur ... but the one thing that is solid in my memory is this big old fat Teddy Bear.  I came first to Bill's home and was assailed with so many unwrapped gifts on the couch!  He had taken the time to set this scene up!  On this Teddy Bear's ear was a card that said ... "careful, I can be exchanged for a whiter version of me!"  I found that card the other day.  I fell in love instantly with this big old furry brown Teddy Bear.  In my mind, I saw this grown man, looking up on the shelves and picking out the "perfect Teddy" for me.  It is large, as you can see, large enough for me to hold and cuddle up to!  White?  Bah humbug!  He was perfect!

Coming from my background, I was not sure I was "supposed" to see this!  All gifts in my childhood came "wrapped".  But here sat this big old bear ... unwrapped and waiting for me to pick him up!  I remember sitting by the couch looking up at this silly grin and feeling the magic of Christmas seeping in!  Oh my goodness Bill!  You brought "magic" to everything, you gave the magic of Christmas back to me!

So I laid there last night, holding on to this furry thing ... thinking about the magic brought to my life!  I have suited up the thing with the last piece of clothes that made my heart melt and wondered .... how can I create this "magic" for another?

I miss you more today ... and love you less than tomorrow!

Silent Sunday ...

Another BDay!

Today I remember the many birthdays with a smile,

These memories flood back, the ones when I saw your inner-child

I find myself back there with you, enjoying your arms

Enjoying the peacefulness, remembering your charms.

I can almost feel the warmth of your embrace

I close my eyes searching my memory to see your face

I know that you are in Heaven, yet you will always be here

Living in these birthday memories to last the full year.

Happy Birthday Bill

I look forward to celebrating with you again!

First year ... bah yumbug!

It has been quite the road trip over the last couple of days.  As usual, my career occupies much of my life these days but never a moment goes by without acknowledging Bill's influence on my life.  Still yesterday, as I pulled up into the driveway, I would have given anything to know that he was home waiting for me so that I could share the events of the last two days, and I could share "me".  Home life feels disconnected somehow.  Strangers living under the same roof.  Not alone, yet very lonely.

Bill often called me the glue that kept us all together, yet I must question this assumption.  WE were the glue that kept things together.  As hard as I worked at ensuring communication, physical needs and family gathering was intact, I could only do it knowing he was there to support.  He offered the voice of reason when needed.  I have become very timid in all things "family".  I observe in silence as my little family seems to grow apart, powerless to affect change. 

So where is this magical glue ... the glue that keeps me together and keeps our family intact?  I miss the wholeness of it all!  Parents raise their children the best they can and hope that one day we get to see them take their wings ... this is so not what we had pictured, what I had pictured.

Bill's birthday is coming up and my emotions are raw with anger ... that he should be with us to celebrate, with sadness ... that we can't be the glue together ... with much loneliness!

Who said the first year is the hardest!

Breathe ...

Life in the fast lane is not all that it is cut out to be.  I have been quite busy with my career and community work which has left very little time for my journals, my reflections and my blog.  It is interesting to note that despite all of this, there is always time to grieve.  The difference is, I seldom have the time to anticipate when grief comes calling and when it does it takes me by surprise.  Did I mention I don't much care for surprises?

As was this morning; I was rendered to reminding myself to breathe for grief came to tap me on the shoulder.  I was ready ... had a great long soak in the tub, took extra care with the makeup and then went to the long mirror in the hall and liked what was looking back.  I skipped down the stairs feeling on top of the world and just as I took my last step I realized that Bill was not there. 

Oh heck ... I got angry with myself!  I know ... he will no longer be there ... but these are those moments, moments when you just wished.

I made my cup of coffee, put my shoes in a shoe bag and then stepped out into the cold frosty morning.  As I drove off, I reminded myself to breathe and said ... I love you!

The sun shines again ...

Friday's evening went well with many lovely people attending ~ indeed, a room filled with beautiful people, warm smiles and a contagious "joy de vivre".  As always, the anticipation of something was worse than the actual event.  It was difficult to walk into the room but the festive mood managed to sooth my heart as I realized that I was reinvesting in my life.  I did, however, leave shortly before the dancing started and as I slipped slidded my way back home ~ yes the snow is here ~  I was filled with a great sense of accomplishment.  As I turned the key in the door, I was happy to note that I did not feel overwhelmed with sadness but looked forward to spending the rest of the evening with Bill in our quiet home.

Yesterday was made so very difficult with my decision to finally continue filling my Rubbermaid bin with all things "Bill" found in our room.  All things that continue to be a source of sadness and not a smile.

This of course is a project that started way back in February and I am still not done.  I am bringing it to the bare bones so that I can finally paint and accessorize the room.  Each time I take a stab at it, I inevitably end up sprawled on the floor crying my heart out.  However, I realize that with each new attempt, more progress is made.  As I look around right now, there will be very little left to do before I can pull this off.  I have often thought to ask someone else to finish, but I think it is therapeutic to do it myself ~ hmmm ... can I ask someone else to finish grieving for me?  It has helped to realize that every time I pick myself up, and put away another few things, that I am not kicking Bill out, just adjusting to the change in our relationship.

I have removed the bin from my room and it will be stored in the basement where it will wait for the day that I can find the strength to remove its contents and make decisions.

The sun is shining again today!

Rewind please ...

Thank goodness it is Friday.  My life has been so very full, for so very long now.  Tonight is our Christmas Recognition Evening.  Yes you read right ~ Christmas!  As I sit here listening to the Christmas Mix of dinner music I burned, my heart is beating wildly.  How can it be?  Another season ... another year almost over ... another Christmas.

In a recent eMail to a dear friend, I spoke of how Bill and I loved this very special evening.  An opportunity to get all dressed up and drive to the richly decorated hall and I oh so loved taking his arm as we walked in the hall knowing that I was with the best looking dude around.  Once seated, I would rest my hand on his knee, feeling the warmth of his being.  He would always look down to me, smile and wink knowing just how much work I had put into the success of the evening.  I loved the pride showing through.

I managed last year, partly because my two earth angels flanked me, making sure that I felt part of something bigger than me, partly because my boys were there playing the paparazzi for our Academy Awards theme, partly because my niece had graciously accepted to be my date for the night and partly because I was still so very numb. 

Tonight, I wrote to my friend, will surely feel more like walking the "green mile".  A lump is already forming in my throat ... I will need to remember to breathe.  I don't know if I will ever be okay with not being a couple ... not having Bill there to show off just how fortunate I am to be loved.  I have it in my heart, but sometimes it would be nice to rewind, even for just one more evening.

Crazy?

I think that if Bill were here, I would be getting a blast over the many hours spent at work.  Not because of my absence but because he worries over my health.  Actually, on the drive home last night, I could hear his words in my head and I chuckled and responded out loud, "Oh Bill, it will be over soon."  I then marvelled at just how easy this is - talking to Bill.

I laid me down to sleep smiling at the memory of my grandfather, who I never really got to know, pacing in his home calling out to my deceased grandmother.  I was told he did this often and I remembered thinking that this was just too weird, too crazy.  *hmmm ...*  Although I am sharing this with the world, I don't think I will be offering front row seats to my circle of friends and family while I am having a conversation with Bill.

This brings me to the point - am I going crazy?  It is often a topic of my reflections.  I think not.  I am simply responding to the voice in my head, responding to my intuition that I am working too many hours.  Or in other situations, that I need to get the tires checked, or I need to look into ...  Guess I am simply choosing to share these things with Bill, choosing to start looking after the important things in this world of the living. *grinning*  I am not going crazy!

Off to my world of work and today I will seek balance.  Right Bill? *wink*

In memory of Gwendolyn

Created for my dear friend John.  One year ago today, Gwendolyn took God's hand and followed Him home.  Her love lives on.

Words, however kind,can't mend your heartache:
but those who care and share your loss, wish you comfort and peace of mind.
May you find strength in the love of family,and in the warm embrace,
of friends. ~ Author unknown

Part of my life's story ...

Sometimes I close my eyes and try to visualize my journey with grief.  I often see winding pathways meeting up with hills so high I can't see the other side, many crossroads, dreary weather and sunshine.  I feel the gravel making my feet unsteady and the peaceful moments when the sand invites me to stop and take off my shoes to sit for a spell.  For the past few months, I see myself only sometimes alone.  The landscape is changing and I often see Bill holding my hand as he steadies me over obstacles or simply sitting next to me as I sink my toes in the warm sand and let the sunshine spread across my face, enjoying the simple pleasure of his company.

Never in my lifetime have I had to notice as much as I do now, how I fit in the world.  Really, who goes through life asking themselves how the world works?  Umm ... guess I do. 

I am developing my own theory on change and in doing so, I believe it has enriched my experience with grief.

These past 15 months are best described as ever changing; constant motion.  At times, my grief has led me places I never imagined going, it has paralyzed me making me desperate for change.  I have wanted to move out of the painful world of grief to relief, from resistance to mindfulness, from fear to peace, and from despair to hoping again.  Just as I think I have mastered moving forward, I return to the world of pain, resistance, fear and despair.  I have picked myself up many times, shaking it off, being mindful and deliberate in moving forward again; finding balance again.  With each time there is an ever growing sense of strength inside.

I continue to trust in my walk with grief, Bill always present, trusting that I will reach a new form of normalcy.  I also trust that my destination will be made clear; a time and a space where I will be whole because I have walked through this journey and have made it part of my life's story.

Re-membering ...

There are moments like this evening, when going through a motion I catch a glimpse of Bill doing the same.  These moments once reduced me to tears but this evening I found myself smiling.  It was a simple motion, pouring more salt into the salt shaker.  In my mind's eye, I remembered watching his beautiful strong lean hands holding the same shaker and pouring the salt into it.  The smile came from not so much remembering him doing it but rather the comment that always came when he had to replenish most things.  It was always about, did he have to always be the one to do it, and did the last person to use something not realize that it was empty ... with a grumble!  That would include changing the milk pouch, toilet paper and reaching into the Kleenex box and finding it empty.

I smile and my heart warms a little more for it is so much easier to re-member than to dis-member. As I continued my journey with grief, and some time had passed, I often felt pushed, and sometimes bullied by the well-meaning people who, fuelled by the concept of the five stages of grief,  wanted me moving towards acceptance.  I often felt like such a failure because I could not seem to move forward letting go of the relationship; moving on.  To dis-member meant for me severing all emotional ties to Bill while adjusting to this new life without him here physically.  This was simply not a fit for me.

My work with Narrative Grief Therapy offered a fit.  Through the sharing of our story, sharing through my blog, Bill is now re-membered and he continues to be a real part of my life.  We are walking together through this journey, much like those days we went exploring the trails, exploring the city or simply sharing at the end of the day.

Armed with this understanding and acceptance of my life with and without him, I have discovered the road to well-being and live a more balanced life.

What if ...

In May of 2010 on a beautiful Sunday morning, Bill and I were playing in the gardens.  Spring had started to spread its wonderful medicine through my husband's body and mind as it always did.  The SADS season was over and he was planning for the summer and the additional work we wanted to finish in the gardens.  We were going to finish the last little bit of wrapping the long garden all the way around the house and ending it in a bed of hostas at the back.

He started to stretch his back and I noticed that his colour was not turning pink in the sunlight but rather a little more ashen.  I asked what's up?  He said that he was starting to feel that pain again, the same pain he once had when a kidney stone had made him ill.  I suggested that we not wait and go straight to the hospital.  He didn't like that idea and suggested that I get some cranberry juice like the last time.  I raced to the grocery store and got the juice and raced back.  By the time I got home, he had turned a whiter shade of pale and was now looking like he was going to throw up.  He could not sit still and when I put the glass of cranberry juice in his hand, he took one sip and threw up.  I suggested again, that we would want to get to the hospital and he refused again.  He tried taking a few more gulps of the juice and threw up again.  I knew in my heart that this would not go away with juice this time and felt helpless not being able to convince him to get to the hospital.  An hour later, after pacing, throwing up and feeling the pain more intensely, he finally said, "Maybe we should go."   I had waited him out.

It did not take long in the ER to be triaged and brought to the back.  It did not take long for the doctor to show up with an ultrasound machine checking on his back and on his belly.  Now I was the one getting worried for the doctor explained the symptoms were also symptoms of a ruptured aneurism.  Being a little more familiar with medical terms, I knew this would not be good if it were.  I put on my poker face because I could see that the meaning of this had not phased on Bill.  I chastised myself for not having "insisted" on getting to the hospital sooner.  When the doctor was done with the ultrasound, he said that he did not see anything and that it was probably a kidney stone.  Relief ~ I started to forgive myself a little.  The doctor had the nurse give Bill some wonderful loopy drugs and off Bill went to have his kidneys scanned.  When he got back, he was a happy guy on drugs!  I smiled at his silly drugged up grin.  I sat by his side and he grabbed my hand.  He said, "I am so not good at being sick!"  I agreed and a sinking feeling hit the pit of my stomach, knowing that cancer had taken his dad ... what if?  I helped him up to the bathroom, wrapping my arms around his waist to hold him steady ... and as I watched his beautiful long hand on the wall, I thought, what if?  We walked back to the bed and he whispered, "This is good sh ...  but I can still see your worry.  I'm okay."  But I kept thinking ... what if?"  The nurse came in and asked about his pain and came back with another injection.  She mentioned that it would be a little bit before the results of the scan were in.  Bill was dozing off, so I mentioned I would go back home to tell the boys he was okay and would be right back.  I got into the car and let the tears flow ... not over this but over the ... what if.

Two months later, after a game, again I could not convince him to go to the hospital and I am left with the ... what if.

Silent Sunday ...

Photo by: G. Walton 2011

No bravery ...

The tears have dried on my face

I feel no bravery, yet he is always near

I feel only sadness in my soul.

We have laughed, we shared pain

I have lived to see his final breath

I do not know bravery

For I have placed blame on the shoulders of his name.

I want his shoulder to rest my head

To feel bravery run through my veins

To feel bravery living strong in my heart

I want his shoulder to rest my weary soul.

Quality vs. Quantity ...

There are many times I have asked myself and have written about - why? 

Why me? 

Why now? Why Bill and not me?  Why must our sons be without?

Why ....

I know that there will be more to come and most will most certainly remain unanswered. 

However, the answer to "Why does this hurt so much?" is evolving.  The obvious answer to this is because I love Bill so very much.  This obvious, simple answer is evolving.  It is no longer just about love but also about the impact he has on who I have become. 

As I navigate through some difficult challenges, I find myself thinking like him.  All these years when I would say, "I'm not versed on that topic; you make the decision." he would not.  He would take the time to give me all the information and we would make decisions together.  It was not about decision-making, it was about believing in me enough to know that one day I might have to make them on my own.  He shared his thought process on every decision we made together.  So today I honour him by using his thought process when I am called to make decisions; he is still with me.  I hurt a little less.

About the "Why me?", that too is evolving.  Once I moved passed the fact that there will never be a definitive answer, I came to appreciate the valuable lessons I have learned on my journey with grief.  My experience has afforded me the opportunity for personal reflection and growth. 

My life had become quite busy with career, community involvement and family obligations.  I had become too busy to think about the quality of my life.  I had no time to appreciate just how short life is and the true purpose of my existence.  I have since come to appreciate reflecting on real matters such as the focus of my life, the depth of my love for my family and friends and what comes next.

I am coming to the conclusion that my grief is an expression of our love.