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I TALK TO HIS PICTURE SOMETIMES

Children, Death, Family, Grandchildren, Grief, Loss, Miscellaneous
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This picture of Loren is the exact picture that is mounted on the wall. 

Many people in grief are afraid to honestly share lest they be viewed as mentally unstable.  We’re not mentally unstable. We’re not in denial.   We’re walking our  walk through the valley of the shadow of death.  We’ll come out on the other side.  In the meantime……

Most mornings and most nights I stop and look at Loren’s larger- than- life picture mounted on the wall near our bedroom door.  That is, the large picture that was displayed at the front of the church at his memorial service a year ago April 2015.  My man looks so stately in that picture.  When I mounted it on the wall, just days after the service, I declared out loud, “You still are the patriarch of this home and I’ll always love you.  I know a house is just a physical place on earth but this picture belongs here so I can see you as I come and go”.

Sometimes I  stand and smile lovingly into his eyes with a smile on my face, feeling peaceful.  Some days I stand and say, “I’ll always love you.”  It’s the next best thing to having him here.

Today I couldn’t smile.  In fact, I couldn’t see his facial features because my eyes were blurry with tears.  Memories simply aren’t enough.

Some days I briefly tell him, “Honey, I’m home!”  Of course I know he’s not in our home but I think I say those words for myself.  To hear my voice speaking to someone as I enter our home after a day at work.  And to have said those words is enough.  Enough for then, at least.

Months back a thought flitted through my mind as I stopped to smile at his face.  “Wouldn’t it be amazing if this picture was a  portal?  An open place between heaven and earth where he and I could see each other and just briefly sense each other?”   Of course I knew this was highly unlikely but that thought comforted me somehow.  Non-the-less, I feel a draw when I stand in front of that picture. I’ve discovered something new:  so does my 13 month old grandson who has never met his grandfather here on earth!!  He smiles and literally giggles out loud when he is lifted in front of that picture…while reaching his hands upward and forward to touch his beard.  You’d have to see it to believe it!

Tonight I’m going to step out on to the deck. I’m going to reach my hands up towards the stars in the heavens and say, “Even though I can’t be with you, dear husband and only one I love, I know where you are and Whom you are with.  I sorrow for myself but I rejoice for you, for YOU are with your Maker!”

“So God, I know the pain is just for a moment in the scope of eternity.  Keep giving me the necessary perspective to grow through grief. ”

QUESTION:  Can you name other things that you’ve seen people in grief do ~ as their way of helping them go through the process of letting go and moving forward? 

MY LIFE IS AN OXYMORON

Children, Death, Family, Grief, Loss, Marriage, Miscellaneous

Two months back girlfriend and co-widow Cindy and I had a leisurely meal together.

In transparency, we unhappily relinquished to the realization that we now have many days where we are “accepting our singleness”.  We both cried, EVEN GRIEVED THE FACT, that we are both, individually, walking into our “new normal”.   To develop the new normal has meant we are no longer daily screaming and fighting our way  througJulia summer 2014 road triph the loss.

For the first time in 14 ½ months I had woke up not thinking about Loren and his death and my loss. When I became aware this had occurred 4 things happened:

  • First, I felt a sense of pride that I had accomplished this.
  • Secondly, I went to my recliner and sobbed, hard……grieving how long I have been without him.
  • Thirdly, I started to think how living without him overwhelms me. I forced myself to stop thinking.
  • Fourth and lastly, I returned to the satisfaction that I am “doing this” and healthily.

The gammat of emotions I went through in that 10 minute period describes an oxymoron.  Webster’s definition of OXYMORON: “a combination of words that have very different even opposite meanings ~ a combination of incongruous words”.  This pretty much describes me.

Along with the surprising physical symptoms that join grief, with the mental and emotional upheaval that occurs during grief, I’ve come to honestly face the myriad of reasons why some people do not stay on the straight and narrow……that is, to side step to other vice’s that would numb the pain or give a temporary high.  There have been periodic times where I’ve felt so low, so empty, the loss of Loren taking me under in a whirlpool of deep dark waters…..where a deterent would’ve been a welcomed sidetrack for me to escape the pain I was feeling.

But I also have periods of time where I feel like my feet are back on the ground and I feel happiness, even purpose. I’m learning to embrace my peaceful times and am choosing to rest, literally and figuratively, in those moments.

“So, God.  Trying to grow while grieving takes so much effort.  Thank You for strong friends and wise godly counsel…plus a good dose of common sense to help me weigh out the consequences of every action because I very much care about remaining a good role model for my children and mankind.  Amen. “