Moving On is Hard

In the days before my daughter passed away I enjoyed exercise and felt I was in the best shape I’d been in my entire life. I found running to be very cathartic and it helped me de-stress. I was proud of the way I looked considering I was in my 40’s and frequently, I was told I looked much younger. So what happened. Why do I hate it so much now…..

Me in 2007-2008 as a red-head and in great shape.

Last night as I prepared for bed I checked my Facebook and Twitter accounts and noticed that Jillian Michael’s was asking for questions for her podcast. I thought to myself, I think I’ll ask her why I feel like exercise is such a chore. So in my question I asked:

My name is Malissa and I’m about to turn 55 (most say i look 10 yrs younger) in a few weeks. Nearly 6 years ago I lost my 17-yr old daughter – she was my only child. Since then I have lost my sense of self, my passion for exercise and want to find it again. I have a great job, a great relationship – yet I just seemed to have lost my mojo. When my daughter died I was in the best shape I’ve ever been. Loved to work out.

How do I get that mojo back – I want to feel that rush again after working out. Now it feels like the worst torture and I absolutely dread it.

Did I really think I’d get a response – not really. But this afternoon my cell phone rang and I looked at the number – Los Angeles, CA. So I answered it and sure enough, it was the producer for the Jillian Michael’s Show. They were recording a segment for her show and they thought my question was great and wanted me to ask Jillian later in the day. Around 4:30 my phone rang again, and I was placed on hold and a few minutes later was introduced to Jillian.

I stated my question to Jillian and we began to talk about some of the reasons I felt the way I do. She asked me some questions and after I answered a few, she got a little quiet and then said, “I want to ask you something”, I said ok and then she asked me a question that made me stop dead in my tracks. With your life going well, with a great job and great relationship, why do you think this part is hard to get back to? Tears welled up in my eyes and the sting of truth hit me. I said “it would mean my life has moved on without my daughter”. And she confirmed what I understood at that moment – I was avoiding this part of my journey. I was avoiding working out, exercising because if I do, I’ll get back to the way I was the moment my daughter died. It was the most powerful moment I’ve had in so many  years.

I realized at that moment that if I get back to the way I was before, 15 pounds lighter, healthier and feeling like I was before, that the final step would have happened. Life would have moved on and it would have moved on without my girl. All along I have thought that  I was doing so well in my journey in grief. I believed that I was moving forward and while I have an occasional bad day, for the most part, I have moved forward. But this question to Jillian, led to the simple truth – I have not moved on. Or at least not to where I should be or where I thought I was. So now what?

Jillian asked me how I thought my daughter would feel or what would she say to me if she was here now seeing me like this. And I said she would kick my butt. She would tell me to knock it off and be happy. In fact one time while we were talking she expressed a concern that I had not begun dating after my divorce. She said to me, “mom do not wait around and don’t stop dating because of me”  – I’m ok. You deserve to be happy. So Jillian told me to remember those words, when I want to give up and when I don’t want to go to the gym. Do it for her and eventually I’ll begin doing it for me.

I have to say it was very hard to keep my composure, but I did, but as I write this tears well up again and I feel like this is going to be an addendum to my journey. A part that I wasn’t planning on. A journey I wasn’t thinking I would need. I believe it’s going to take a lot tears, willpower beyond what I have ever needed before – to open the door of my grief and walk through it to the other side. The side that creates a place for me to be happy again. I know it’s possible. I am happy, for the most part, but something is missing and I now know, it’s me.

until next time,

m

Lingering…..

Lingering in a thought about you makes me pause and wonder what you would be like now. Would you have gone to college? Would you have gotten married? So so many questions that come to my mind when I linger in  thoughts of you.

Lingering at a photo of you – can’t quite do that yet. It’s been six years since you left this earth and to still look at your picture is quite painful. Even thinking about it now brings a stinging tear to my eyes. You were so lovely. So beautiful. And I loved you beyond measure – as a mother should. You brought life and lite into my life and I am a better person because of it.

I’m a better nurse because of you. I’m a better mentor because of you. I’m a better writer because of  you. And this I know for sure, God gave you to me to make me a  better person. I’m so glad it took almost 18 years for it to work, but as I linger about you in thought, I wished it could have taken a little longer. Saying goodbye wasn’t an option. I just simply said “do your homework”.

Brittany I have figured it out. I’m here for a purpose and I’m fighting the battle like a true warrior. I’m standing in the truth that God is good and he blessed me with you. And he continues to bless me each day by opening my eyes to what I can achieve. But my sweet baby – it was you that made me who I am today. As I sit here lingering, with a tear dripping on the keyboard, I feeling nothing but love and peace.

Until next time,

m

Calm Quiet Response

Something about the calm quiet of the mountains to give a small measure of peace to a restless soul. Yes my soul is restless  – it  has been since October 13, 2006. But in all honesty I have had a restless soul since I can’t remember when. Perhaps since my childhood. Something happens to your soul when your spirit is broken and truth revealed that you feel a sense of meaninglessness. Yes that is a game changer.

ImageThe quiet calm that comes with the silence the earth brings no matter whether it is the crashing waves of the ocean upon the white sandy beaches of Florida or the Blue Ridge Mountains of Georgia – there is a peacefulness that brings a sense of calm. Stability to the soul. Yet it also allows the demons that lurk down deep to stir up the mess and bring to the surface some questions about why, how and now what.

Something about looking out at the vast expanse of trees over the horizon that makes you wonder what happens in the woods  in the dark of night. Like the dreams that happen in the dark. Do bad things happen in the woods? I’m sure the life cycle goes on in the woods of the mountains like the everyday life in the human world. The injustices that happen upon those who least expect it. Going about their business making life happen, existing in a volatile climate, surviving when all that matters is making it to the next meal or the next day. Survival comes in many packages and has many faces.

The calm quiet of the mountains gives way to the silence of a restless heart. A heavy sigh imparts from the soul like an escape from a dark cavern. Coming out to see the light and breath of God that is as far as the eye can see and the senses can envelope. The quiet calm is all that a soul needs to let the worries escape and the soul to be replenished.

I’m grateful for the opportunity to feel God’s gift to let my soul feel his presence in the midst of His ever present gift – the world he created as it was meant to be. No violence, no noise from the apartment above, no pain from a life left scared by someone’s lack of personal responsibility the worst of all. It’s all just between me and God. My time with him has no price. It is priceless.

I am also grateful for the love of my life and the friends that God has placed so eloquently in my life. I’m a better person for it. So to my friends and to my love – may God grant  you the peace and love of eternal peace that the mountains he so created gave you.

until next time,

m

Book Review: Good Grief! by Erica McNeal

I was asked by the author to read her new book Good Grief! and write a review. I was honored to have been given such a great opportunity because many of you know I am a firm believer that those of us living through the grieving process need helpful resources. I can tell you that without a doubt, Good Grief meets all the criteria to make on my library shelf and for those of you who follow me – you know that is not an easy accomplishment.

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Normally I would take a grief resource book and blog through it as it relates to my own experience. Since the author has already done that for us, I will write my review with some interjection from my experience as well. This link will take you to her website: http://www.ericamcneal.com. She has a great resource page on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/?ref=tn_tnmn#!/pages/Good-Grief/167406756656003 and she is also on Twitter @toddanderica.

Overall the book is well written and addresses some of the most difficult topics regarding grief. Regardless of how we found ourselves on this journey, her book can help those of us who live with grief and those of us who know someone who is living with grief. The specific area that I feel the author really nailed was how those who speak to us while in our depths of grief can cause more pain and suffering. This is really one of my most favorite parts of the book. She gives some great pointers to those who walk with us during our journey and tips on what to say or what not to say.

Through my journey I have found that my relationships after my daughter’s death changed. Some for the good and some not so good. Erica offers some great advice in this area and I would highly recommend her book to anyone who is walking with a friend or family member as it will give them the much needed advice to support in a positive and affirming way.

So often friends and family would stop calling or visiting. When I asked why they would say to me “I didn’t know what to say”. Can I just say how dreadfully hard that is to know that the people you thought were your friends and family would find it easier to stay away than to ask “what can I do?”. If you are experiencing this in your journey – please give them Good Grief! and have them specifically read Chapter Seven. Remembering one key component: your quiet presence will always trump your loud absence.

Erica speaks of the guilt she had over the death of her daughter Kylie and that pain resonated with me as well. Guilt can be devastating to a grieving family. So many questions are left unanswered when a child dies. Did we do enough? Should we have tried this or that? Was there something I missed? The plaguing questions can go on forever. But as Erica eludes to God’s grace and the support of some close friends and family can help begin to bridge the gap between unanswered questions and acceptance of the unknown. This has been the case for me as I have dealt with such guilt over my daughter’s death and have been able to come to terms with those questions. Some of them continue to be unresolved, but I have turned them over to God to keep for a later time.

Erica covers a topic that is near and dear to my heart and that is in Chapter Two – Why Me? I have written about that myself and as she so eloquently writes: “…when people use their grief and pain as ministry opportunities, it impacts the lives of those around them.” “Sometimes, a person has already begun to grieve, but can be given the gift of renewed strength and energy to continue pressing forward……use their difficulties to come alongside someone else…. and the best statement yet “his or her feelings and emotions are validated when somebody else can relate.” Extraordinarily important is the walk we can take with those who come along behind us and enter this life-long journey.

I have found that writing my blog over the years and befriending those who have joined the journey after me has given me a purpose. At the end of the day – sometimes it is the hope we get and the hope we extend that can make all the difference. A quote from a recent sermon I heard says it the best: “When your life meets reality – choose hope.”

Chapter Five – Grace. Here Erica contains some great advice for those who try to meet us in our walk and don’t know what to say or do. Grace is so easily given, but so often withheld and primarily because we have forgotten how to give grace. She goes on to write about other things we can do to support those in need in Chapter Six. Totally spot on with even those of us who are the grievers know what we need. We are new at this too. As I eluded to in the earlier paragraphs, she does a great job offering pointers with great rationale to support how to help, what to say and what not to say.

I’ve said this many times “The Silence is Deafening”. It’s heartbreaking and adds to the already unbearable pain the one who is grieving is experiencing. For me the silence speaks more than saying the wrong thing. But again the author really hits the mark with her suggestions and helpful hints for those who want to walk along side their loved one and be all that they can be at that moment. Whatever that looks like – just be actively present.

The other thing that resonates with me throughout the book Erica speaks about a journal. You all know I’m a big advocate for keeping a journal. I believe writing gives your grief a voice and takes it from your very broken heart and puts in a place where you can say “yes that is my pain” and now I can give it to God to heal and at some later point come back and read it knowing “yes that was my pain” and God is working to heal it and He always will. He never gives up and He never runs out on you. Never.

Erica says something so profound and it’s this: “Yes, specifically use the word “died” and remember to use the name of your loved one’s child.” I can’t even begin to say how utterly important this one small thing is. Validation of what happened and that their child existed once. As Erica says “it opens up the doors for him or her to start talking about their emotions and hurt with you.” Erica says “while this may feel uncomfortable, it shows that  you value the child that has died and their grief.” If there is one thing you can take away from all of this – please don’t forget this.

There are so many great moments in Good Grief! that I believe it is well worth purchasing for yourself and for anyone who is going through this journey. I believe it can be helpful any one no matter where they are in their journey. For me, even at the 6th year mark, find this book validating, resourceful and provides hope that I am not alone.

Awesome job Erica! Congrats on a well-rounded, resourceful and very helpful book about grief.

until next time,

m

Memorials, Treasures and Tears

I have a area set up in my house to “memorialize” my daughter. I really don’t like that word “memorialize” very much. But it is what we have to describe when we set a very special place up to show off our loved ones who have passed on.

Most people have a cemetery to visit, but I do not. I knew I wouldn’t continue to live in the state we lived at the time of her death. So cremation was the only option. I’ve never been a big cemetery visitor anyway. I rarely visit the graves of my family including my own mother. It makes me too sad.

Brittany used to give me such grief about not going to her grave enough. I just said to her “she is not here so why visit”. But now with Brittany gone, it does bother me a bit that I don’t have “that place” to go. To sit and talk with her, to cry and place flowers on her grave.

Over the years I have created someone of “place” with a few things to give me that sense that I can visit her. I also created a memory book during the first year after her passing and I have always found that to have been very healing. While be it hard to look at sometimes, it is very special to my heart.

The one place I have her personal things in is a special piece of furniture given to me by my late great grandparents. It’s a hope chest. Funny how it’s turned into a burial place for my daughters private diaries, her artwork, her precious American Girl doll (that looks like her) and many other treasures. When I open that up, and it’s not very often that I do, it opens up the wounds of my heart. Tears flow like a river. It’s so emotional that hope chest. It carries the hopes and dreams that died along with my beloved Brittany.

With a heavy sigh, I can say that having these treasures close by is very important to me, I find it to be a little unnerving that it is so close by. I want to visit it, go through her things, but it’s just too painful yet. Even on my 6th year, it’s just too painful. So it remains closed, unopened and waiting. Waiting for me to gain my nerve. To be alone with it. To grieve all over again.

But it will also bring me such joy and what a great person I gave birth to and helped to grow into a beautiful young woman. I miss you Brittany.

until next time,

m

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Derailment

What has happened to me over the past few days has been what I can describe as a derailment of sorts. Easter threw me into an unexpected tailspin that led to me withdrawing and crying about the emptiness that still exists in my heart. Despite having love in my life, I still feel an ache deep within my heart that is beyond measure.

More than five years have gone by and I find that some days I have made great strides in my grief journey. Then some days I feel like I’m back laying on floor in my house back in Michigan and thinking I’m never going to live beyond one more day. Then I snap back to reality and realize that yes I have made it this far and yes I am happy again despite my loss. But my loss is never far from my mind. It cannot ever be something I will ever get away from. Nor do I want to.

I loved my daughter with every bit of my soul. She was a part of me. I grew her. She has been the best thing I have ever done in my life. I’m so proud of her and the work she did on this earth while she was here. When I focus on that too long, though, I become so sad because I long to see her again, to hear her laugh to have her say to me “mom, i love you”.

I thank God today that He graced me with her for the short 17+ years she was here on this earth. I also thank God for the love in my life now. For showing me it’s possible to love – that a broken and fractured heart can have purpose again. Most of all I thank God that He has led me to know who I am and that I have been this person all along. Just didn’t see it or didn’t want to face it.

Today I will love hard and I will allow love into my heart. I will live a life filled with love and life. I will smile again. I will be a better person because of it. Then I can do what I am here to do… be the extension of Jesus and love like Him.

until next time,

m

Journaling about grief.

I was thinking yesterday about why I had stopped journaling on a daily basis. I’m not really sure, except that maybe it was a way for me to move forward in my journey. Your days get easier, only when you don’t eat, drink and breathe your memories. I found I would look away from pictures or reminders in order to have a moment without feeling pain.

I have been working on a book about my experience with grief. At first I wanted to publish it in a traditional way. Now I have turned to another idea – I know God wants me to do something incredible. Maybe it’s creating my book so  I can give it to those who will join me in this journey of grief.

I remember in the early days grasping onto any type of help, whether it be a book or tv show, etc. There were a few books that helped me so much. I know my blog helped so many as well. I just feel I need to do more.

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* Continuing through “a grace disguised” by Jerry Sittser

Chapter Four

The Silent Scream of Pain

In this chapter the author talks about the experience of pain one can experience with loss. The words “unspeakable” “unbearable” were just a few he uses to describe the pain felt by those who’ve lost a loved one. I know that pain.

Interestingly enough he goes on to reflect what pain means. The value of it, if one could find that unfathomable. The following quote puts it  into perspective and gives one some type of rationale behind why pain is experienced due to loss.

“What is true of the body is true in the soul. The pain of loss is severe because the pleasure of life is so great; it demonstrates the supreme value of what is lost.”

  

How we go about dealing with our pain is a whole different story. I found…

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Everyday

Everyday

by MercedesGrace

Everyday that I wake up and realize you are gone…..it still hurts.

Everyday that I spend without you in my life…..it still hurts.

Everyday that I look at your picture…..it still hurts.

Everyday that I continue to breathe without you here….it still hurts.

Everyday I am reminded of how much it still hurts to live, to breathe, to exist without  you in my life.

Everyday I wake up, I breathe, I put one foot forward and I move into the next moment without you.

Everyday I am still asking why.

Everyday I still have no answers.

Everyday I miss you so much it hurts my heart.