The New Year has arrived. It brings with it the unresolved despair and worries that 2022 had. It brings with it, the leftovers of resentment and anger that I can’t seem to reduce, no matter what I do. It brings with it the deep sadness that I have another year ahead of me without hearing the laughter of my son.
2023 also brings with it the need to change. My cancer treatment now includes hormone therapy with debilitating side effects that can be reduced with exercise and less alcohol. I have never exercised a day in my life. Walks with Tango are meditative rather than physical. And those who know me, know that wine is a dietary staple. 2023 does not seem promising to be the year that things are going to get easier.
We know in grief that distractions are a good thing. We are aware that we live with grief forever, so purposefully placed distractions are necessary. They give a reprieve to emotional pain. When properly placed in our daily lives, they build strength to face the intense waves of sorrow. Distractions bring clarity to the importance of the people with us, to our current events; they are reminders that life is still ours to experience and share.
I find that I am happy when my focus shifts from my personal pain to moments of connection. When I am preoccupied, brushing my dog, writing to a family member afar, visiting a friend. Short intervals, but important ones. My grief is distracted when I am hanging out with my sister or my daughter; no matter what we do, I find myself feeling better. And a favorite pastime is a sacred moment with Zane when we connect across the realms.
There is something to be said about receiving a sign or a message from our loved ones. The impossible happening; their ability to reach through the veil to let us know they are here. It might be a feather or a dime or a number sequence. When it happens, there is a frozen second in time where the heart feels them, and the soul knows it is a visit. There is nothing quite like it. It is the ultimate distraction.
Grief warriors are taught to ‘say their name’. When given the opportunity to speak their name, to share stories about their life with others, it engages our grief. By talking about of our loved ones, their presence comes alive, and they seem to be with us. Speaking of and about our missed ones is a healthy, needed diversion that works. It is also the most basic way to honor them.
Thus, this year, 2023 does carry the baggage of previous years, but it also carries new possibilities of distraction. The hope that visits from our loved ones come often. The tending to ways we can honor and continue their legacy. The seeking of quiet moments when we can hear the voices of our past guiding us into our own future. The strength we need to face the challenges of a new year. And most importantly, 2023 carries with it the love our children gave us that can ease our aching and fill our broken hearts with peace.
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