Good Mourning Grief

A blog about my adventures as a grief warrior

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If I Stop, I Might Get There

December 17, 2023 /

I have a friend who has mailed a greeting card to me, every month, sometimes twice a month. The written sentiments are like hugs reaching out from the paper to let me know she is there for me. She has been doing this since 2018! It is her way of showing me, she is aware of my eternal loss, and she is there for me.

In the grief community such acts are the threads that keep us together. Meeting parents who have experienced the same loss we tend to unite on a level that is profoundly different than the friendships we have with others.  Nothing bonds you like the sharpness of grief. With it comes a sense of responsibility to be there for them, at birthdays, at anniversaries of the death, it becomes an internal part of your calendar. And when something comes up; a conflict in scheduling or a family emergency, and you miss an occasion to grieve together, guilt joins you. It recently happened to me.

I had promised my friend that I would be attending the ‘birthday party’. I had full intentions to be there.  And then life happened, and I chose not to. I sent an apology to my friend and have received no reply.  I know that feelings are hurt. Worse, this month contains another ‘anniversary’ that I should be at, but the busy holidays have been pre-booked, and I will be missing that date too. Ouch. My life has become such that what I want to do, what I feel I should do, and what I end up doing conflict almost always.

And then I remembered Zane telling me, “You have to take care of you too mama, or you are no good to anyone else.” It’s good advice for all of us but even better if you are not well, emotionally, or physically.  Lately, I am not well in either department. So how do we do it all when we have no energy to do anything? And how do we keep our promises and our obligations when life’s pressures surmount.

When I meditated on this, I reminded myself that I am that A personality that always takes on too much. A mother hen my sister calls me. And it becomes difficult when you feel responsible for as many people as the old woman who lived in a shoe. That is who I seem to have become. Only half of my good intentions are fulfilled, and I feel like I am letting down those I care for more often than I like. This is typical for we that are titled ‘the caregiver’ or ‘an empath’ or other labels along the same. We have an ingrained expectation to be all for all.  I have always said that my goal is to save the world and still be ready for cocktails at 4. How does one change the habits that have been cultivated, in good faith, when they become destructive to your own health? As the saying goes, ‘we are our own worse enemy’. I want to be friends with myself.

In the break of day, I am going to ask myself, what do I need today to serve my family? The answer to that must be the priority of the day. How can I support my family and friends? That answer must not be by being there all the time; there is not enough of me to go around! It must be a way that honors their needs and respects my energy. And I must act in that manner, believe I need not do more and tell guilt to go away.

My girlfriend, the card sender, does that well. She has found a way to be there for others, including me, that respect her energy, her time and yet, the ways she chooses to be there for her family and friends, it is meaningful.  I look forward to my monthly hug in the mail. It seems excessive that she continues to do this and yet it I can’t imagine my mailbox without one of her cards. I’m going to apply her kindness as a model to develop ways that I can support those I care about and still have enough energy to smile at the end of the day.

Too Busy To Grieve

September 10, 2023 /

Our family has experienced eight deaths in less than five months.  I have spent the entire spring and summer in hospitals or hospices, travelling to help plan and attend the celebrations of life for each.  This was on top of my regular work, the planning of our daughter’s upcoming wedding and our annual gathering of Zane’s Death-Day.  Summer is always tough, this year it was brutal.

I have been far too busy with life ‘as is’ to recognize or experience the anticipatory grief that accommodates four of the deaths during this time or the shock of sudden death of the other four loved ones. Our family seems numb. And no wonder, we have been handed a lot and we have dealt with it as best we can. It is no surprise that we have not been feeling quite like ourselves lately. Grief, waiting impatiently to come through has brought emotional outbursts and physical pain to varying degrees and never in unison to combat them effectively.  We continue to soldier on…

No one tells you when loss will come to your door.  Or how.  Or why.  Each loss brings with it, its own personality.  Its own baggage that you must unpack and sort out. Each one takes time, and nothing is linear.

Experiencing multiple deaths at the same time or relatively close together exaggerates the single components of grief. The shock, the disbelief is totally numbing. I have to remind myself, “yes, they are gone. It’s true.” The exertion of energy required to plan how to best honor the loved ones wishes gets confused between each of the deaths.  “Was it this one or that one whose favorite color was blue?”  Why can’t I remember!  The brain fog of multiple deaths is more like a thick swallowing quicksand than a mere memory lapse.

It was my herbalist that unknowingly clarified for me what was happening to my health.  She sent a message that said, “you have had so much to deal with, there has been no time to grieve”. Her words, an expression of compassion hit me like a slap in the face.  Yes, I am doing too much. Self care is the first thing to be dropped when one is too busy. It is easy to overlook the ‘slow down’ signs as we continue to push on. I had disregarded what grief does when ignored.

The first cardinal rule of grief is, give it the space it demands.  Follow its lead. I’ve been pulled from one death to the next allowing NO time for grief.  So, it sits within and festers. It does not care of the many excuses and justifications I give as to why I am not facing my grief. It does not care how hectic I am or how much there is to do.  I read her message again, “…too busy…” One can not be too busy for grief.

I took out the calendar. Five months, eight deaths. This is purpose to stop, to take an extra moment to sit in silence, to honor the ones that have just departed. It is what the soul requires to stay grounded. I must minimize the everyday tasks; they can wait for my sadness to be addressed and held.  Each loved one I have lost deserves their own moment of remembrance. Each deserves thought as to how I will honor them.  Each deserves their own share of my heart.  And my tears. One by one.  I can create a life that gives each of them their own spot to live on, with me and, within me, as I continue my journey. I can give them admiration only if I am not too busy. They deserve the respect of my grief.

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