The Sea of…
Grief, it’s a weird experience. Like the ocean grief is constantly moving, calm at times, raging on occasion, but always flowing through and around. You have to get through the rough seas to live in the calm.
So many of you, my friends and family, are struggling in your ocean of grief.
I see you. I love you. I am you.
So many people I love have moved beyond my reach and I miss each of them deeply. Let me share how I manage to keep from drowning.
If my thoughts help, wonderful. If not, I am here, listening, and ready to hug.
My current process…
Step 1: Survive Through the Fog.
Fog makes it impossible to see where you are headed. You can see only to the ends of your arms, and they are empty. When a loved one leaves, the fog is filled with final arrangements, confusion, and pain. Everything hurts. Nothing makes sense.
Just survive. Eat, even though you aren’t hungry. Drink some water. Get some sleep. Really, all you have to do is survive. The fog will lift. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, when it lifts you will be alive.
My Example: When my father passed, I was at work. As many of you know, he had been ill for a very long time. I had visited him a week before and knew his time here was short. I remember the phone call. The next few weeks are all fog. I ended up with Mom, 200+ miles away. There is a vague memory of driving with my two younger brothers. I remember a little more after the funeral. My older sister and I stayed with Mom for a while. I believe we repainted her bedroom, but honestly, I’m not sure. What did we actually accomplish? We survived the fog.
Step 2: Keep Going.
It is easy to just want to sink. Don’t. You know the one you are missing would say, “What are you doing? It isn’t your time! Live your life!” So do that. Whatever you need to do to feel a little more present, do it.
This part is hard, really hard. You can do hard things. So, yes, go back to work, get through the holidays, make some new memories, and keep going. This part can last years. That’s OK!
My Example: My mother’s passing was devastating. During her last few weeks, I struggled to even imagine living without her. When she was gone, I knew I had to keep moving with my life. So I put one foot in front of the other and did it. I couldn’t think of Mom without tears. So I confined memories to time alone, and I cried. But, every day, I got up. I went to work. I raised my kids. I lived my life. I spent nearly ten years crying, but living.
Step 3: Spend Time Intentionally Grieving
Yeah, I know, you are feeling pretty normal now, at least a new normal. Why is there more? Because, my friends, you haven’t truly let go. You haven’t acknowledged, fully, all you’ve lost. Spend time in grief, intentionally. Set aside time, every day, for 30 days in a row, and grieve.
When my dear friend shared this idea with me (thanks, Jaruska), I was skeptical. Then I did it. Honestly, I can only share my current interpretation of this step because I can’t remember the exact process she shared!
Pick an amount of time, I recommend 30 minutes. Choose a memento or two, maybe a photo of your loved one. Spend time alone with those, remembering the one you lost. Try to do this at the same time every day. Make an appointment with yourself, and keep it. Cry, talk, and if you’re like me, write. Wallow in your grief. When your 30 minutes are up, move on for the day. Don’t worry, you’ll be back tomorrow. Repeat for 30 days. Trust me, you’ll be in a better place at the end.
My Example(s): My brother Ed died when my oldest daughter was just a few months old. He was a guy who loved to laugh and loved to make others laugh. However, my last conversation with him was not laugh filled. He chewed me out and bossed me around like he had never done before. He gave me a list of things he did not want me to do, and another of things I had better do! My happy-go-lucky brother was angry, with me.
It wasn’t until many years later, as I sat with my grief, I realized how much that conversation upset me. I felt so cheated that our last talk held no laughter. I wrote and worked through it all over the course of the month. Now, my memories of Ed are not tinged with hurt.
The time I spent grieving Mom was very different. I held her rosary and cried for all 45 minutes for the first 10 days. (Yes, I gave myself more time, and more days.) Then I spent a long time telling Mom everything I never shared, even more time apologizing, and finally, many, many days in gratitude.
Step 4: Remember with Others
Stop avoiding the subject. When your loved one comes up in conversation, join in! Share a funny memory. Laugh about the best times. Talk about the rest. If their name doesn’t come up, bring it up! If you need a group, invite people over. If there is no one to invite, share on social media.
My Example: My eldest brother Ray died a month before my sixth birthday. Because of my age, I had very few clear memories of him. I felt I did not know him well.
So, why was there still such pain and grief? Five-year-old me heard of his death on the radio! (Small town America in the late 1960s!) No one else knew. And to make matters worse, he and my father shared a first name. As I sat on the porch that hot summer day, I did not know who had died in the car accident, my brother or my daddy.
For many years, I could not think of my brother without reliving that moment. After spending the time, I began talking to family and friends about Ray. I came to know him better as a person. I retrieved several memories that were hidden behind the trauma. I found my brother again.
Step 5: Honor Them with What You Do and Who You Are.
Consider the human who is no longer with you. What did they love to do? How did they treat others? What made them someone who is missed? Then consider your life. What do you have in common? How can you honor them with your life? This sounds complicated, but it really isn’t.
My Example(s):
My dad worked hard all his life. He did not give up at anything. When he didn’t understand something, he studied it. When faced with a tough challenge, I honor my father by not giving up.
My brother Jack loved to play devil’s advocate in any discussion. His joy in this was palpable. I honor my brother by constantly seeking to understand multiple viewpoints.
My mother lived her faith. For many years, she volunteered at her church, making and distributing sandwiches to the homeless. My mother helped where she could. I honor my mother as I knit for charity, as I practice my own faith, and as I help where I can.
Step 6: Repeat as Needed
There are no rules here. Mix it all up. Do it in any order. Make it your process. Lather, rinse, repeat…
And there you have it. My thoughts. If any of it helps, I am thankful. Please remember, I see you. I love you. I am you. I am here.
All I hope for you is to someday float. Float in the calm seas. That’s when you’ll know… perhaps it isn’t a sea of grief… perhaps it is an ocean of shared love keeping you afloat.
Return of the Writer
So….it’s been a while….I’m back!
A Teacher’s Vacation
What does a teacher do in the last days of a vacation? As little as possible. However after several days of illness (bad cold, fever, dizzy on standing), this teacher felt well enough today to start feeling stir crazy. Stir crazy doesn’t equal stamina though, and that pesky fever indicates I’m probably still contagious. I really don’t dislike anyone enough to share this. So how to entertain my exhausted body and my busy mind? I did what every teacher does. I thought of the kids.
Task One – Online planning of math for the next two months. Yes that leaves the prep, and yes it is subject to change, but the outline is done. In fact I took the time to look at math for the rest of the year. An important realization from that process; I love the program we are using, but we will never have time to get through it all by the end of the year. This means I have some very carefully considered decisions to make. Sorry my darling kiddos, that means I get to “spy on you” even more closely than usual.
Task Two – Let’s consider Valentines Day. (Yes, every teacher thinks about six weeks from now, actually farther out than that but we’ll go with 6 weeks.) What is a teacher to do? Sweet treats don’t work when one kiddo is pre-diabetic (yes, at age 6, hurts my heart to think of her forever battle). Store-bought valentines are nice but not too personal. What can I make for the cuties?
After a long nap (even thinking is exhausting) I remembered the crayons I’ve been hoarding and a project I haven’t done in several years. So, crayon hearts it is!
First – Find the silicone molds. 
Next – Find the crayons I peeled last month. (Don’t ask, first grade teachers save and peel crayons, it is just something we do.) I peeled a couple more for this project. (Yes, I know.)
Next – Sort them by color and smash them up a bit. (OK, truthfully, I sort them as I peel them, I know it is a sign of a sick mind. Ha!)
Then – Fill the molds. I like to use three or four colors, and for some reason I really like the hearts with a little white.
Now – Put the filled molds on a cookie sheet and into a 250 degree oven for 15 to 20 minutes.
Finally – Let them cool completely before popping them out of the trays. This took about 30 minutes.
There you have it! Beautiful crayon hearts for some of my favorite small humans on the planet!
As I said my friends, what does a teacher do in the last days of vacation? The same thing they do every single day. Think about the kids.
Pinterest Obsession
So, a month and a half ago I found Pinterest and my latest obsession. Very quickly I had more than 15 new items on my “To Try” list. So over Spring Break I tried a few. I decorated a cake with peeps, bought and filled the tilted pot I’ve been coveting, dyed eggs with silk ties, made spoons into garden markers, and created a portable salad garden; just to mention a few things. It was a fun vacation, but if I don’t control this obsession who knows what I might do next! 




Epic Fail (with Passion!)
Well, the time has come. I must admit to complete failure with the passion fruit. The vines have grown less than an inch in all the months they’ve been in the ground. They are not dead but they are not growing, and there are several very happy insects in my garden. The leaves are riddled with holes and my efforts to eradicate the pests have failed miserably. I hereby throw in the towel. I am defeated. The vines come out tomorrow.
Christal Watts says it well. Contrary to popular opinion school teachers in CA don’t have tenure and standardized testing is not a true picture of our students and our schools. She says it so much better than I can. Read this post and follow the link to her full statement.
via InterACT
Missing Mom
Thank God it doesn’t have to make sense.
I’m exhausted.
I can’t sleep.
I have no patience.
I get lost for hours on fifteen-minute tasks.
I can’t remember my cell phone number, or much at all, for very long.
I can’t forget one moment, of one phone call, in November.
I want to hide under the comforter on my bed, and not come out for a week.
I want the entire world to stop, and pay attention.
I want to hold on, to each item I own, that she ever even glanced at.
I want to change my job, my hairstyle, the color of my living-room walls.
I can’t speak for the pain of it.
I can’t stop my random chattering.
Thank God it doesn’t have to make sense.
On My Mind
I find the human mind fascinating. Here are just a few of the questions I’ve been pondering lately.
- At what point in development does a human become aware that he/she is a thinking entity? Did our newest baby know this before he was born, or has he not actually figured it out yet?
- Does every human being have at least one false memory, a memory that was created entirely in his/her mind and is in actuality completely false? Perhaps this memory surrounds a true event but the story did not unfold in reality in the way it is remembered.
- If a person stifles a memory, say of abuse or some other traumatic experience, does that memory always break through, or can some stifled memories stay completely stifled forever?
- Are vivid memories always accompanied by strong emotions, as mine seem to be?
- Is, perhaps, strong emotion necessary for creation of a vivid memory?
- At birth a baby’s brain is approximately ¼ its adult size. What stops the brain from growing even larger than it does? Is it a matter of space in the skull, or chemical limitations, or …?
- Is there something in the brain, chemically, physically, that accounts for the difference between common sense and intelligence?
- Why does my mind analyze this stuff at midnight?
Life’s Bubbly
It is apparent that I have a few new hobbies bubbling to the surface of my life while those of long-standing simmer delightfully on my back burners. The boxes of “Family History” have landed in my home office (and what a fancy term that is for the front bedroom!) The contents of those boxes are inspiring exploration of genealogy, archiving techniques for fabric and photos, and computerized record keeping (just to name a few areas.) My recent back problems are calling for further research in the area of physiology. The physical and emotional traumas of the past four months are pushing me toward a deeper and more diligent study of yoga. My spirituality is calling for depth of investigation (and wow, I thought I had that part of me down pat!) The color is returning to my world and it seems that each day some small piece begs to be photographed or painted. My fingers are twitching to dig in the warming earth, they seek out the textures of new yarns, and ever more often (tonight being a case in point) they beg to record in print my thoughts and emotions. A new baby human enters my immediate world soon and I’m certain you know what children (especially grandchildren) bring – a lifetime of learning for anyone who attentively interacts with them. I’ve never been content to sit and not seek out new learning. Learning opportunities seem to be approaching from all directions at the moment and perhaps I’ll have to set priorities soon. But for now…I’m relaxing in the bubbles.
Dedication
My mom was such a dedicated woman.
Dedicated to us children.
Dedicated to Dad.
And dedicated to God.
Such dedication is to be admired and emulated.
I will miss her.
