grief

Gone, Never Forgotten

IMG_9248.JPG

You never know the real impact of a person, place, or thing until it’s no longer a part of your life. 


Since I heard the news, I can’t help but think about the last time I heard your voice.


How long has it been?


It doesn’t seem fair that you’re gone. 


Why did God have to call you home so suddenly? 

Why didn’t we get a chance to say goodbye? 

I keep trying to envision your smiling face and the warmth of your embrace through these nonstop tears.

How many years have passed?


I can almost hear the sound of your booming laugh, as memories of you start to flood my mind.

Why did it have to end this way?


No matter how many years have passed, hearing you’re now gone, hurts the same.

It’s believed when someone you love dies, you gain an angel you know.


Although we will miss you dearly, heaven clearly needed you more. 

I can’t think of a better angel for God to have at his side.


My heart begs for answers.

Part of me will always wonder why and what could have been.


But I’m relieved you are no longer in pain.

Your body was getting so tired of fighting.

You held on as long as you could.


Although I didn’t get to tell you I loved you once more,

Although I didn’t get to hold your hand, hug you, or say one final goodbye—I’ll be carrying you with me.

I’ll always be holding you close in the back of my mind.

I’ll be keeping you in my heart until I can once again hold you in my arms. 

Although I never got the chance to tell you, your presence in my life was a gift and a blessing.


You taught me so much about compassion, generosity, service, and that the love of family knows no bounds.

I’m so thankful our paths crossed.

I’m so grateful for the moments we shared.

I’m a better person for knowing you.

It was an honor to love you and a privilege to be loved by you.


Our family is made stronger by your memory. 

Our lives are richer; our hearts made fuller, from loving you. 


Though you are gone, you will never be forgotten. 

Your memory echoes on in our thoughts, our words, and our hearts. 

After all, it’s impossible to forget someone who gave us so much to remember. 

In Loving Memory of Bianca Flank, our beloved Nana B.

Related posts: Unpacking Grief: The Ball & The Box Analogy

Unpacking Grief: The Ball & The Box Analogy

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.” - Thomas Campbell

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.” - Thomas Campbell

Grief is a tricky emotion. 

It can follow you around like a dark cloud, turning your world to gray and obscuring everything around you. And just when you think the fog of your grief may be lifting, a random thought or memory can trigger a sense of overwhelming sadness all over again. 

Whether you are dealing with the loss of a loved one or grieving your former self due to chronic illness or cancer— we all grieve in different ways.  

Recently, Twitter user Lauren Herschel shared an analogy that explains how grief changes over time and why it often bubbles up randomly.

Herschel drew a box with a ball inside. On the left side of the box is a red “button.” She explained that “When grief is new, the ball takes up most of the box and is constantly hitting the button, which causes pain, over and over again.”

The pain is fairly constant in the beginning. “Because the ball is huge, you can’t move the box without the ball hitting the pain button. It rattles around on its own in there and hits the button over and over. You can’t control it – it just keeps hurting. Sometimes it seems unrelenting.” 

Herschel explains, “Over time, the ball shrinks — but every now and then, it still hits the button. Maybe you see someone who reminds you of your loved one. Maybe a certain song plays on the radio. Maybe it comes out of nowhere.”

One of the hardest parts about dealing with grief is accepting the fact that the feeling never really goes away. The feelings may lessen in intensity, but the sense of loss is always there. Herschel goes on to explain, “For most people, the ball never really goes away. It might hit less and less, giving you more time to recover between hits, unlike when the ball was still giant-sized.”

There is no timetable for dealing with your grief. It can take time for the ball in your box to shrink. You shouldn’t feel rushed into getting “over” your grief, and you definitely shouldn’t feel judged for grieving, no matter how long ago it started.

I’ve learned that immense grief is often the price we pay for tremendous love. Grief comes in waves. Sometimes our emotions are calm, other times the waves of loss bring us to our knees. All we can do is learn how to ride the waves of emotion. 

There is no moving on after loss, there is only moving forward.

The reality is that we don’t forget, move on, and have closure. Instead, we honor, we remember, and learn to celebrate in a new way.

Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love

Source:

Click here to view original Twitter post

Want a better way to stay connected and follow my journey?

Here for Life

new day-new life.jpg

 As the wind and rain scatter seeds that bloom into flowers, spring is a time for growth, renewal and the celebration of life.

Springtime, especially the month of May,  has always been a special time for me and my family. From meeting my husband to birthing my twins and going into remission —the month of May brings lots to celebrate and be grateful for.  

May also brings Mother’s Day, a time of remembering and celebrating the moms and special women who have shaped our lives.

Just as Mother Nature brings forth new life each spring, in becoming a mother to my three beautiful children, I’ve learned that motherhood is a time when we are called to be both a vessel and to be a passage. No matter the length of time, whether you carry a child in your womb or now in your heart—both ache the same. To be a mother is to pour yourself out over and over out of love. To let yourself be broken open so that others might draw forth life.

I’ve come to realize that regardless of whether or not we are mothers—all of us are vessels in some way. Just as a mother’s body brings forth new life; we all carry things—both tangible and intangible within us throughout our lives. They are the seeds and weeds that build us up and weigh us down. At times they can even break us wide open. Some of them are unwanted. Some of them we’re not even sure how they got there.

Over time this emotional cargo builds quietly and steadily that often, we often don’t even realize how heavy the weight we carry has become. Day after day, week after week, year after year, it slowly mounts on our backs, our hearts and the recesses of our minds. Over time, we begin to wonder why we are so tired or why we feel so emotionally worn-out. This is because we often underestimate the weight of the things we carry within us. We feel the consequences, but don’t know the root of the suffering. The question soon becomes, how do we solve this? How do we begin to unload such a burden?

Just like the moon, we all go through periods of emptiness, to be full again.

Some things we may be able to get rid of— we can unload some of the weight. Some of our loads are more noticeable than others. Some of the things we carry are given to us, placed upon us, sometimes even dumped on us. These are the things we don’t have any control over. They often have deep roots in our family trees. These are the things that we carry that our parents or other family members gave us. Things we’d never choose to carry on our own like traumatic loss, mental illness, or abuse from a family member.

Some of the things we carry, like suicide, will be with us forever.

 The impact of this type of loss carries a strange kind of presence. However, I have come to learn that the only way to carry the gravity of this immense loss is by accepting and surrendering to the pain so that you can move through it rather than constantly fight against it.  

May is also Mental Health Awareness Month.

Nearly 20 years ago it was in May that my family first encountered the tragic effects of suicide. In late May of 2000, my aunt, a former police officer, lost her battle with depression. My aunt’s tragic death sent shockwaves of grief and depression rippling through my family. It is said that the person who dies by suicide dies once, but those left behind die a thousand deaths, trying to relive those terrible moments and understand…why?

in memory of anne-hach


While we may never know or fully comprehend the ‘why’ behind a tragedy like suicide, it’s important as survivors to change the “Whys” to “What can I do now?” by taking action and getting more involved in our local communities. The reality is 1 in 5 adults in the U.S. (46.6 million) experiences mental illness in a given year, and suicide is the 2nd leading cause of death for people age 10 to 34.  I truly believe it is by raising awareness for mental health that we are able to help establish broader community support for those struggling with mental illness.

I’ve been blessed to be surrounded by incredibly strong and resilient women my whole life.

Women who continue to love openly and deeply, even though their hearts have been shattered by unimaginable loss with the untimely deaths of their children. Yet, despite their inconceivable grief and pain, they continue on, grounded in part by their unshakable faith and the love and support from their family and friends.

Grief over losing a loved one knows no timetable, especially when they pass tragically. Losing a loved one to suicide compounds this by adding another layer of confusion, shame and guilt that they missed the signs or could have done something to prevent it.

 It’s for this reason that I dusted off my running shoes and ran in my first 5K this weekend—SPS Services of America’s Here for Life Run in honor of suicide prevention. While at times I walked more than I ran, no matter how small the step or slow the pace, any forward movement is progress and one step closer to becoming whole again.  I’ve come to learn that whether you carry your life or your life carries you, in the end, all that matters is whether or not you are going in the right direction.

We all struggle but we don’t have to face our struggles alone. 

Although the stigma surrounding mental illness often urges us to remain silent, it is only by sharing our struggles and our triumphs over our mental hurdles that we gain true resilience while helping others in the process.

Overcoming cancer and battling my own mental health struggles has taught me that we all go through periods of losing ourselves…only to find ourselves again.

I have learned that like the moon, I too must be empty and almost invisible so that I can grow to be glowing and full again.

The feeling of extreme emptiness comes in many forms.

Some call it depression. Loss. Others call it grief.  

No matter what we call it—we all face similar struggles. The older we get, the more we lose; this is the law of impermanence. We lose loved ones, cherished dreams, physical strength, work, and relationships. Often, it seems like loss upon loss. All these losses bring up enormous grief that we must be prepared to embrace completely if we are to live with open hearts.

Ram Dass and other spiritual teachers often encourage us to surrender to the experience of our pain and grief.

They say that to counteract our natural tendency to turn away from pain, we must open to it as fully as possible and allow our hearts to break. We must take enough time to remember our losses –friends or loved ones who pass away, the death of long-held hopes or dreams, the loss of homes, careers, or health we may never get back again. Rather than close ourselves to grief, it helps to realize that we only grieve for what we love.

Grief passes in time— yet the time it takes varies by person. 

It is often said that the grief process is more like a spiral, bringing us to a place of release, decreasing for a time, then continuing on a deeper level. Many times when we are grieving, we think that it’s over, only to find ourselves swept away by another wave of intense feeling. Over time we soon realize that these deep feelings don’t disappear completely; the pain of their loss merely transforms us. Ultimately, we soon realize love is stronger than death, and our loved ones are indeed still with us—just in a different form.

Life is full of peaks and valleys; unfortunate twists and turns. Highs and lows. Death and rebirth.

Time and time again we are forced to make difficult decisions and say goodbye to those we love. We are repeatedly broken apart, over and over, and through the cracks we catch glimpses of the mysteries of living and dying.

The cycles of nature remind us that nothing is permanent, and although we may be in the midst of a difficult season right now, relief will soon be here; if we just hang on a little longer.

While the things we carry may define us, we are equally capable of defining them. Whether we are currently weighed down with depression, anxiety, loss or illness; ultimately the first step to relieving our burden is opening up to it.

It is only by opening up to these emotions and fully feeling them, that we are able to move past them.  I’ve found by opening myself up and sharing my story; my struggles with depression, anxiety, suicide and loss, it helps ease the burdens of others and lightens the weight on my shoulders too.

 

Maybe I can’t stop the downpour, but I will always join you for a walk in the rain.

Read More about Coping with Grief on my blog, Unpacking Grief: The Ball & The Box Analogy.

Sources:

Mental Health By the Numbers- NAMI

Ram Dass Meditates on Learning to Grieve- Ram Dass