It was a Thursday morning, just like today.
Just like today, the sun shone brightly that day, after days of grey and gloom and rain.
At a glance, one might say that it was the calm after the storm … for me, a year ago, it was the beginning of the storm after the calm.
Twelve months later it is still a mix of calm and storms, everyday life and everything is changed, laughter and tears, stability and wobbling.
Twelve months of grief for my dad, followed by grief for his sister and her husband, a cancer diagnosis and treatment for a brother, the diagnosis of chronic disease for a daughter as well as illness for another, the loneliness of our mom and a world pandemic to round it all out.
Grief doesn’t happen in isolation. Life, with it’s joys and horrors just keeps happening, with little concern for our pain and processing.
There have been times when I have felt, metaphorically, buried alive with grief, disappointment, fear, tragedy and sorrow. Days when I got out of bed, but stayed on my dung heap from morning ’til night. Days when I didn’t have anything left to give … to anyone, even myself.
And the one who I had previously gone to, when there was no other … he was gone too. And I felt it. I felt the vacuum of his absence, the loss of the undergirding he had always provided.
And what have I learned?
- I have learned that life is short … too short for regrets, excuses. We have today, this moment … that is all we know we have.
- I have learned that speaking of your pain validates the pain felt by another.
- I have learned to say I love you instead of good bye … to family, to friends … it will one day be too late to speak them, don’t save them like fancy china … throw them around like confetti.
- I have learned to lean into my sadness, to cry when the tears surface, to say the words, “I am sad today,” to feel the feels of grief.
- I have learned that it’s okay to take a break from helping others … saying no or not volunteering to help someone else is okay when your cup is empty.
- I have learned that even helpers need helpers … from my husband, to a couple of friends, to my counsellor … these people have been the ones throwing me flotation devices when I was taking on water.
- I have learned that even though I have struggled to write during this year, I have managed to continue to practice this daily discipline.
- I have learned (again) that God never leaves us in the valleys of life, including grief … and he shows himself in people and wonders that can only be of him.
- I have learned that grief is not something one can go around, but we must go through it.
It has been a year … started with a beautiful, sunny morning and ended the same.
Though the void left behind will never again be filled, I am hoping that this sunrise was the calm after the great storm.
itsawonderfilledlife 