Four years ago….

Original Post November 2006

NOTE: This is a dark look inside my heart which is broken and laying before all to see.Image

According to the bible it’s ok to grieve. That you must go through the process and feel every, painful, lonely, empty, broken, worthless, and words I can’t even bare to describe, feeling in order to move forward.

How can we be excepted to weep freely, not holding it in and function on a daily basis? Better yet, how can you weep freely with joyful assurance that God is with us. Really. I tried that – it didn’t work so well. I read where you are not suppose to weep like one who has no hope. Again, I’d like to challenge that one.

I’m already tired of the “time will heal”, it’s gonna take more time – I QUIT!!!!!

There will never be a time when life will be ok. I don’t have any other children. I don’t have a boyfriend or spouse. I have many wonderful friends who are being so supportive – but my empty heart is because I no longer have a child that loves me unconditionally. That says she loves me with that great smile – it always made me feel like I could do anything. Now – I hear nothing but my own negative thoughts guided by the Devil.

It’s funny how you always feel the Devil around – but you don’t feel God that way. Why is that? These questions I will be looking into more. I have daily, hourly conversations with God about this – he’s yet to reply. I’m praying, I’m reading the bible and other materials. I’m watching biblical shows and listening to biblical music – yet still my thoughts run rampant thru the valley of darkness. When can I expect some light? I need some light. I need it soon.

I know this all sounds dark – it is. I’m in one of my darkest hours. I will be praying for God to show me something that I can hang onto. I need that now.

Please continue to pray for me while I battle this out. I expect to come out much stronger, but with less of a love for life. For my reason to love life is gone.

until later,

mal Image

So that was a glimpse of where I stood four years ago – just a few weeks after the death of my daughter. As I read back through that post I saw several things. One was a mother in deep anguish over the loss of her daughter. I saw a woman of faith reaching out to feel, smell, touch, sense God’s presence. But I also saw someone who even in the midst of such suffering could tell that there was hope.

I’m not exactly sure where or how I made it through some of those first few weeks. I do know that God was present. He had to be, because I couldn’t see beyond the tears that fell constantly. My vision clouded by pain and sorrow. On some days I wasn’t sure God was even listening. But in looking back over some of my posts from that time, I know for sure He was there lifting me up. Carrying me through that valley of darkness.

Now as I move through this time of year I am reminded of how far I have come. This on-line blog/journal has been my life line, my constant reminder of hope. It has shown me over and over how far I have come in just four short years. But I am also reminded that I still have that empty space. That hole in my heart. I don’t think that will ever change. I know that because when I allow myself to go there – it’s painful.

The loss is still profound in my life. Make no mistake. I’m not saying it’s all good now, because it is not. It’s just better. I feel it’s like “coasting” through life and every now and again, I hit a pot hole “painful moment” or a brick wall “grief like no other” and then I am reminded I have to stay true to what I know and believe has got me this far and that is my faith.

Until next time,

m

 

 

 

November Blahs

Brittany just weeks before her death.

November is upon us and again I enter another month of what I call the dark days. November is tough for me because it’s the beginning of the holiday season. When families come together and celebrate families. A time to be grateful for our country and its founding fathers and a time to be thankful we are still here to see the wonders of what we have been able to live through and survive as a country.

Now I can link you to several blogs about the horrific conditions in some other countries where things are horribly worse. But this blog is about grief, gratitude, blessings in the midst of that. So I am very mindful that there are much worse things  than what I have experienced. But again that is not what this blog is about. It’s about life-changing, life-altering devastation. And the means by which you can and will survive it.

It is also about how you can help someone else in need. Someone who has suffered a loss that has changed them, changed their life – and it’s our job to validate that change and speak to that change in a way that is not disrespectful of their loss. It has always been my goal from the beginning of this blog that it would be of help to someone. Whether it be the person who has lost or the support system who is helping them move through the process of grief.

The holidays are a very hard time for us grievers. I find I get very melancholy this time of year. I get moody and sometimes withdrawn because I don’t want to impose my grief onto others. But for me November is a tough month. It comes on the heels of October, the month of her death and it ends on her birthday. Sigh. She would be turning 22 on this November 30th. It’s hard for me to some days imagine what she would look like now. How much more beautiful she would have become had her light not been snuffed out by Epilepsy.

So if I seem a little distant – do not worry. It’s normal this time of year for me to take a step back and spend time alone. It’s how I process such a loss as mine. The emptiness in my heart, forever void and painfully exists to remind me of what a great woman I know she would have become and the great young woman she was. God gave me such a gift and I am forever grateful for his blessing called Brittany.

until next time

m