Good Mourning Grief

A blog about my adventures as a grief warrior

Month: December 2022

Dear Santa,

December 25, 2022 /

All I want for Christmas is silence.

For with silence, I can hear my soul speak. I can hear it whisper there is a plan that all is to be ok. In the silence, my head empties of the racing tasks I have yet to finish and replaces them with dreams of possibilities. With silence, the shouting that pulls me in different directions subsides and makes clear what is my true calling.

Silence, when it sits next to me, brings me closer to those who are on the other side. I can feel their cheerleading. I can hear their laughter. I can recognize their love.  In the silence.

Dear, dear, Santa, I wish for silence that comes wrapped up in quiet mornings with my first coffee, the fire warming the room and the dog lying at my feet. I wish for silence that comes in moments between meetings where I am drawn to step outside and recharge. I wish for silence that comes in the ability to stand and listen to the birds, to the water hitting the shore and the wind through the trees. Silence, I now believe, is what will wrap its arms around my grief and lift me up to a more revitalized version of who I have been this year.

I wish, Santa, for multiple touches of silence. I wish for the benefits that the silence brings. The peace and hope it can bring.  The strength it creates inside. The clarity that comes within silence. I wish for this, for myself, my family, and my friends.

~Christmas 2022

A Message in December

December 18, 2022 /

Zane wrote a poem for a friend who died of an overdose.  At the request of this friend’s mother, Zane read it out loud at the funeral. The title was “If you sedate, don’t expect to wake”. It was a harsh poem about addiction and the ramifications it brings.  Including death.

I’d like to start by removing the stigma of this topic. Addiction has many connotations, none of them are pretty. I have many friends, wonderful parents, good people who have lost a child to addiction.  They lost a child. They will be in pain for the rest of their life. And yet, because of the nature of their child’s death, there is a social stigma, a sideways look, and innuendos of how they failed. My mother used to say, “by the Grace of God, go I”. A line fitting for the smug person who believes that it would never happen to them.   No child declares when they grow up, they want to be an addict.  And I have never met a parent who didn’t struggle, trying to save their child.

My children have seen more friends die at a young age, than our generation did. Our family has experienced addiction on both sides. We have had friends and family members battle this disease, lose to this disease and we lost Zane to a man who was an addict and chose to drive that night. No one is untouched by addiction. CDC informs us that over 108,000 died of a drug overdose between April 2021 and April 2022. The number keeps rising. Addiction is the pandemic that continues to go ignored.   

The truth is we are all connected, and the village has a problem. Something is wrong and we all need to fix it for the sake of our children. Let’s first agree that addiction can happen to anyone. Let’s open our minds to alternate ways to healthcare besides dispensing opioids and narcotics without any assessment or follow up. Let’s open our hearts to those struggling (the addict and their family) and offer our love and prayers. Let’s open our wallets and support the organizations that are trying to find answers and those that are helping heal the broken. Let’s believe that there is an answer. And let’s become a part of that answer. For the sake of those who sedate and will not wake.

December belongs to all of us.  As we celebrate the holidays, the magic of the season and experience all the warm and fuzzies, we are reminded that it is Drunk & Drugged Driving month. I am of the belief that if we had fewer people self-medicating, we would have fewer people driving impaired. I’d like to focus on healing those in pain, rather than punishing them. We are all vulnerable.

Candle Lighting Day 2022

December 11, 2022 /

I am to light a candle today

In honor of, in remembrance of you

As if somehow not lighting it

I would forget you.

I have lit a candle every day,

Over two thousand days.

I light this candle,

In honor of you, of us

Of our life together.

I light this candle,

As an offering of hope

That you may see it and know

I am thinking of you.

I light this candle because

You are loved.

The flicker reminding me

How you enjoyed dancing through life,

Taking in all its’ pleasures.

I light this candle because it is like the brilliance of you,

How your smile shined, and your laugh lit up the room.

I light this candle because the moment

Reminds me that its scent, the smoke flickering

Is carried into the heavens, to you,

As a sort of spiritual connection.

I light this candle because its glow is warm, like your hug.

I light this candle because I am your mom

And I want to do something for you,

So, I light it.

Not just on candle lighting day

But every day.

Do Miracles Happen When Thinking Changes?

December 4, 2022 /

I was given a book to read from a friend who has been supportive of my journey. The book she brought is called “May Cause Miracles” by Gabrielle Bernstein. She had bought herself a copy too and thought it would be fun if we had our own mini book club. I took her up on her offer.

The author, Gabrielle, a beautiful and successful woman took a Course in Miracles and wanting to share the growth she received through this experience, wrote a book. Not knowing any of her past struggles, it seemed a bit odd for me to be taking advice from a young woman who, I am guessing, has nowhere near the path that I have. But, in my search for ways to bring more joy into my life, I agreed to let her guide me to make, as she suggests, shifts for radical change and unlimited happiness. That is a big promise!

Each morning began with a meditation and each evening closed with journalling and a meditation. The concept is recognizing ego comes from fear and when we face it and replace it with love, we feel better. She touches on all aspects of life, self-perception, body image, relationships, even finance! She closes each week with the “F” word -forgiveness. She claims, it is this word that is the most powerful and life changing. It is this word, that if we practice forgiving ourselves, others, our past, that this is what will bring us joy and abundance.

Although she does not speak to the complications of grief and forgiveness, the idea of forgiving may help grief warriors in letting go of some of our anger and replacing it with, perhaps peace. I am not sure. So, in blind, faith, I spent forty-two days repeating affirmations and opening my mind to new possibilities. I enjoyed the mediations and the self-reflection. It is the “F” word I struggle with.

Forgiveness is tricky. If someone cuts you off in traffic, we can get mad and then we can forgive. It is clear who we were forgiving and for what. Grief is more difficult. I’m not sure who or what I am supposed to be forgiving. Is it God for giving my son a life plan that has all of us living in eternal pain? Is it the man who took three lives that night because he chose to drive high? Is it me for not creating a life for my son that might have altered his destiny? In grief, who you need to forgive and what you need to forgive can be a Pandora’s box. It is not as simple as “I forgive you. I feel happy now”. Not in the least. 

What the meditations of choosing love over fear from this book did bring was a more in-depth look at my grief. It brought an awareness of how very long my F list is. And how carrying this with me for years has subtly made me an angry, resentful person inside.  That was my radical aha moment.  I must understand who I need to forgive and for what. When that is clear, the work of forgiving can begin, in hopes of coming to a place where there is room for happiness.

I look forward to meeting up with my friend to discuss how her journey went and if she has made any shifts for change. I am not sure how she knew this book would be one my heart needed.  But she did. And I am grateful for her.

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