Holidays, Anniversaries and We, Oh My
I knew they were coming. You can't stop
them from arriving so I prepared myself for them. I prayed for peace
and strength of heart. I think, to some degree I braced myself
for the emotional upheaval by putting up a wall of emotional
distance, I chose to do something very different for Thanksgiving.
The day turned out to be really good.
I got through it.
2 days later was my anniversary, or ,
would have been my 33rd anniversary. I spent the day not
rehashing the bad but appreciating how my life was changed for the
better when I met my husband.
I then gifted myself with a bedroom
makeover project. It's time for a bedroom for me. I had already
removed all of hospital equipment. I knew the floor needed new
carpet. It was a major idea but I started stripping wallpaper that
day.
I got through it.
It was a few days later when I was knee
deep into my project that emotional wall came down and I had a melt down. Part feeling a little
overwhelmed by my decision, part feeling like I was removing my
husband from the intimate part of our house.
I prayed for peace, because it hurt.
Christmas was coming. My mind went
through all of the traditions I normally carried out but had scaled
back when my husband became so ill.
Was I going to do those again?
Could I even do them?
It's not that I hated Christmas, I love
Christmas but I wasn't ready for the activity that required so much
emotional involvement.
I kept recalling that the last Dec seemed to
be the drop off the cliff for my husband. I wasn't trying to think
about it, it just kept creeping in. Again, I placed that wall of
distance up and just wished Christmas would quietly slip by without
the big production.
I stayed busy with work and that
helped.
I thought about sending
Christmas cards, but I never did. The cards received were eventually
opened and appreciated but they too were set down in a pile. It was
truly a struggle for my heart every time I checked the mailbox and
got a card. The worst was when a card arrived addressed to both me
and my husband, from a friend, whom knew.
I kept things very simple and
quiet. A small table top tree was displayed so I didn't appear to be
a scrooge and I made one small batch of cookies on Christmas day at
the request of my son. I put the tree on the table a couple of days before , it
still had one ornament from last year. Plugging it in was the best it
got. It was Jesus birthday anyway so I didn't feel bad for basically
concentrating on that and asking Him to carry me through these
difficult days and nights.
I enjoyed the happy times with my
children and grandsons
I got through it.
New Years Day always had traditions
too. I didn't normally care for them but they were important to my
husband so every year I cooked his New years tradition.
My FaceBook status: Black eyed peas and
hog jowl cooking. Some traditions are hard to break even if you don't
necessarily like them and now they make you cry.
I got through it.
January came with it's own issues. The
previous Jan was a struggle for my husband and his eventual admission
to the hospital and subsequent Hospice inpatient stay. The tears
seemed to flow on their own. No purposeful lingering or reflections
about the year before. As if my mind did as it chose. I accepted it
as it came and acknowledged the thoughts. I also reminded myself it
was normal and I was ok and would be ok.
I found myself still involved in my
bedroom project. It seemed like it was taking forever. I also made
one other decision to get myself out of the money crunch so I could
do a few things for myself, like my bedroom redo. I had my satellite
turned off.
I don't miss it.
February came. And with it the
realization that our, my 15 yr old dog had a tumor. I had to put Lady, aka Elvis because my husband couldn't remember her name, down on Feb 9th. Then the 11th marked the one
year anniversary of my husband's heavenly birthday. I chose to work that day and I realized my
emotions were sitting right behind my eyes so I stayed in my office
catching up on paperwork most of the day with the blessing of my boss. She just let me do what I felt I needed to get through the day. Her support has been a true blessing. I took a long lunch with my
daughter and son in law. I spoke, text or received a text from each
of the other kids. I have a very supportive family. I love them all
so much. We lean on one another and build each other up.
The kids and I decided to have a
commemorative gathering but we couldn't all get together on that
particular day so we chose the weekend. Sat was in the 70s! What a
beautiful day! BUT, we had already set aside picked Sun afternoon.
The weather took a turn and it was 31 degrees, and windy. Due to the
cold, some of the family couldn't attend but those of us that could, bundled up. We wrote notes and attached them to balloons. They were
supposed to sail off into the sky. Umm yeah, things didn't go exactly as
planned. Many of the balloons got tangled in a tree. Thanks wind.
But I will say, the tree was pretty.
Afterward, we went out to eat.
We got through it.
Our daughter said it beautifully: “This
last year has been a stinging year of "firsts" without Dad.
First birthdays, first holidays, first everything. Tomorrow is our
last first because tomorrow is the first anniversary of Dad's
passing. And while we miss him like crazy, I take comfort in knowing
his year was profoundly better than it would have been had he been
with us still. His first time to be completely healed, first time
seeing Jesus, first opportunity to worship in God's physical
presence. What a sad year it's been here on earth, but what an
amazing year for him it must have been. Tomorrow I will not mourn,
but instead I will celebrate because this last year was Dad's best
year, by far.”
So one year is passed. Some days it
still feels like yesterday. Some days it feels like a lifetime.
I'm moving forward, one day at a time
still. I make plans, I have have fun. I laugh, I still cry, not as
much. I finally finished my bedroom project with the help of my
daughter and son in law. I'm making a life for me and I can talk
about my husband with fewer tears of sorrow. My biggest thing I
realize is that I still refer to “us” “we” “our”. I
wonder how long that will continue? However long it takes, I know one
thing.
I'll get through it.