|A beautiful day at the beach....Mary Denman|
Grief is hard because it can sneak up on you. When you least expect it. From out of the blue.
Or, it seems like it's from out of the blue.
But in retrospect, it may may eventually make sense. That doesn't take the pain away. But perspective will help you not feel like you're crazy or weak emotionally. That maybe there was a real reason for the grief to hit.
Often, people, me included, liken grief to waves. They can wash over you, making you sputter and leaving you yearning to get back on the shore and out of the ocean of grief. But in the midst of the worst of grief, that just doesn't seem possible.
But with time, it does get better. I know. I've lived it.
You see, we lost my mom and father-in-law 2 weeks apart in 2013. Then, our oldest daughter got married 2 weeks after the second funeral. Talk about difficult! We were so happy about the wedding, but burying 2 parents right before the wedding? It was brutal. There's no other way to describe it.
But here I am, 2 years later, getting back to life, learning to keep going.
The overall grief has lessened. It took a long time to feel like it would ever let go of it's strangle hold on me.
I still think of my mom every single day. I don't know if that will ever stop. And I'm okay with that.
I love to remember her laugh, her smile, her Southern drawl, altered by the stroke, but still Southern and beautiful. Her love and encouragement.
|Two boys in the rough surf by Mary Denman|
So what happened?
I was cleaning out our garage and ran across a box of things from my parent's home. A cross stitch of some butterflies. My mom loved butterflies. I wasn't expecting it. But I was okay at the moment I found it. I smiled and took it inside. The sky was blue. Everything seemed fine.
I had music playing while I worked. Then, the tsunami hit while I kept working, during a song on the radio.
The singer mentioned he and his friend had been apart for quite a while. They'd catch up later. The next time they got together.
I lost it.
I just lost it. I stood in the garage crying. My husband finally realized what had happened and came and held me for a few minutes. The crying stopped, but the feeling of missing my mom remained. I've been a bit weepy for a week now.
But looking back, it does make sense. I was caught off guard when I found the box of things. Then the song hit me hard. What I would give to talk to my mom again.....
And Father's Day is soon.
I just happened to have several triggers hit simultaneously. So it does make sense. That's helped me not feel so crazy, or weak.
Not too long ago, our family went to the beach. The pictures in this post are from that day. It was beautiful weather, but there were pounding waves. They had the No Swimming flags flying. I've never seen a life guard run so fast to get people out of the water who hadn't noticed the flags! She wasn't messing around!
|No swimming flags against a blue sky by Mary Denman|
It doesn't come with. It's going to sneak up on me. But that's okay.
I've found talking about it helps me deal with grief. And helping others who are going through it helps.
Too, I keep reminding myself that God's gotten me this far, so he'll keep me going.
The waves may hit, and I may feel like I'm going to drown, but I won't. He's got his eye on me.
Honestly, when I stop and think about it, the grief reminds me that I loved deeply. And was loved deeply.
And I wouldn't change that for the world.
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