TEARS

I’ve heard many times in my life that crying cleanses the soul and sometimes it’s just good to cry.  I believe there might be some truth in that, but sometimes tears mean so much more than just “crying”.

For me personally, some of my tears are heart wrenching feelings that cannot be contained another moment.  They have to fall or I feel I will explode.

Granted, I prefer to have those tearful moments in private.  That doesn’t mean it always only happens in private, but that’s what I prefer. 

I attended a funeral this week and while he was 81 years old and ready for heaven it is still hard to see those close to him breakdown.  Beyond that, it’s amazing to me how the words of a song can bring those same heart wrenching tears to flow.  That’s what happened to me this week. 

Now, if you know me at all, you know I have a soft heart and I can literally cry at commercials and do, often.  However, unless you truly and deeply know me you may not know that many times than not my tears are more of the heart wrenching kind. 

So many everyday things take me right back to losing my son.  I am only 15 days away from the 8^th anniversary of the day my son left this earth.  I won’t lie, it feels like yesterday!  It always feels as raw as that day on 12-1-10.  I don’t believe that will ever change, for me anyway.  That’s fine.  As I’ve said more than once, I never want it to get easy to miss my son.  He was my heart and soul and I miss him with every breath I take and I will until have taken that last breath.

It’s an odd feeling I get every time I hear of the passing of someone/anyone and writing it and someone else reading it may sound very strange and if you have never lost a child you may not be able to understand, but I actually find myself feeling jealous that they will get to see my baby boy before I do.  You don’t have to say it, I know it sounds crazy, but that is exactly how I feel… 

I know one day I will be reunited with him, but honestly, one day isn’t good enough for me.  I want to see his face now. 

If only heaven wasn’t so far away…

Grief

When does grief every complete it’s coarse, or does it?  I’m less than 4 weeks before it will be 8 years and I honestly do not feel like I’ve come very far.  I still feel so empty in my heart and soul.  While I know he was on loan from God and I was blessed to have 22 years with him, but I wasn’t ready for my time with him to end and I’m still not.  I don’t question why, I just miss him. 

I’m so fortunate to have the husband I do and the family and friends surrounding me, but you know, sometimes I just need my little man.  I can’t explain the kind of pain I feel in my heart on a regular basis.  It literally feels like what I would imagine a heart attack to feel like.  It is true pain at times.  I wouldn’t fight if God allowed me to have a heart attack if it would get me to heaven sooner to see him. 

Each year I think, okay, this is the year I will be able to just be home at Christmas and spend it with family and then I hit October and I’m like, nope, it can’t be this year.  I’m not there yet.  I don’t know if I will ever be there.  I struggle with whether I need to just suck it up and move forward, but honestly, it’s like my heart aches so badly that I can’t bear the thought of “celebrating” or even being home during that time.

December and May are obviously my hardest months, but there are very few days in my life now that my heart doesn’t ache like this.  Every moment I am breathing I am missing such a huge part of my heart and soul, but I’ve managed most times to push all that down deep and function and then there are times when all I want to do is cry and be alone in the quiet. 

I do not believe grief ever ends.  I think it changes, but I believe, for me anyway, that grief will always be a part of my everyday life until the Lord decides he is ready for me. 

What I do want to make sure I’m not doing is letting others see my grief daily and make sure that when they see me grief isn’t the first thing they see.  I don’t know how well I do this or if I do it at all, but I do feel I try daily. 

If only we could go to heaven for visits. 

Sisters...

I’ve written about sisters before, but my heart is heavy right now and I felt the need to get my feelings out and written down so hopefully I can move forward with whatever that might be. 

If you do not have sisters you will not understand this blog, but if you do, I’m sure you can relate if not already, eventually.

Sisters are complicated.  Let me explain.  They are your first best friend(s), but as best friends go there are always dynamics that impact that relationship.  I love all my sisters and we all each have our own individual “type” of relationship with each other.  There are times when some don’t speak and other times we can’t get enough of each other.

I miss my sisters especially when things seem to be strained or just not as it had been.  If you add other dynamics like “Life” it can feel like it adds additional strain on an already strained relationship.  That’s when I miss my sisters the most.  My love for them hasn’t changed, but the closeness isn’t there (at least for me) and I miss that more than words could possibly explain.

We always find our way back to each other and pick right up where we left off, but until that time comes and things are cleared it can be very hard and honestly extremely lonely. 

Maybe I rely on my relationships with my sisters too much and maybe that’s why it hurts as much as it does and sometimes I don’t know how to correct the situation or how/when to take the first step to improving. 

We all have other hard things going on in our lives and we don’t always see past our hard stuff to see or understand their hard stuff and I’m as guilty as any for that, but it doesn’t make the feeling of distance feel any better quite the opposite.

So, when I say complicated, these relationships are just that at times (again, speaking for myself), but when they are good it’s the most amazing relationship/friendship in the world.

I’m in a very lonely place right now in my relationships with my sisters and not for any one thing or person, just in general.  My problem is, I don’t know how to get out of it and not to have a pity party, but it doesn’t seem I can do or say anything right lately and that makes me knowing what to do next even harder.  I own that and I will have to figure out how to either fix it or learn to live with it.   I certainly hope and pray that there is a fix and not a new normal for the rest of our lives.  That breaks my heart thinking of that as an option. 

RED

October 10, 1996 reshaped our family in a way we never thought would happen nor did we expect it.  Our sweet little "RED" on the head Jessica (aka KiKi) went to be with the Lord after a courageous 5 week fight with brain cancer. 
We talk about courage a lot when it comes to certain professions or heroic efforts, but when I think of courage I think about an 8 year old little girl who always had a smile on her face fight so hard and never complain.  That is courageous and inspiring to me.  She didn't even realize at her sweet young age just how much she impacted those around her and the lasting impact she would continue to have long after she joined Jesus in heaven.
1996 was a very difficult year to say the very least for our family.  In February we lost our sister to a very rare infection.  She was only 17 years old.  Then around August our mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and underwent a mastectomy.  It was during her recovery that Jessica was diagnosed (Labor Day weekend to be exact).  Not only was Jessica a trooper through all of that, but so was mom.  Mom showed not only courage during this time, but also how selfless she was to put herself, her health, and her pain aside to be there not only for Jessica, but for my sister as well. 
Our family would soon learn the hard way that life is far to short and that every day is a blessing.  I'm so grateful that my sister had another daughter that she could just drown herself in and while Jorden would never take the place of Jessica or lessen that pain of losing your child, it did give her purpose to put her feet on the ground and face the world every day.  Oh, that means she had the courage to keep going. 


Speaking from experience, that is the true definition of courage. 


You are always in our hearts Jessi Bo and missed every day, but we know you finally caught that moon and you get to see the bald headed trees from Heaven's view every Fall.

Just a few of some of my favorite pictures/memories of this sweet little RED!



Heartache in many forms

There are so many different heartaches and they are different for everyone.  I have to admit that with all the heartaches I've experienced myself none have been worse nor will any other compare to the loss of my child, but that doesn't minimize others' heartaches.
I have a sweet friend that is going through a heartache of her own within her marriage and they may or may not make it, but it certainly is a painful process until a decision is made and my heart aches for her.  To add to the heartache she is losing her grandfather.  He is in hospice now and while he has lived a wonder 93 years it is never easy to let go even when you know it's best for them.
Today regardless what your heartache is try to find someone who you trust and lean on them.  You might not even need to say a word, just sit and listen and be still. 
I'm reminded that I'm not the only person hurting and living with my own heartache.  We all have a form of that and it is very real for each of us.
We are living with aging and declining parents and that in itself is a heartache.  Our children may be facing struggles or going through a journey that we know will make them better in the long run, but it is a heartache to watch them go through it.
I have another very close friend that is going through her own heartache with watching her husband suffer from terrible burns and the healing process.  Knowing there is very little to nothing we can do to help those we love who are hurting it very much a heartache.
Whatever your heartache is try to still find empathy for those around you as you may not be aware of their heartache and you may have to put yours on the back burner to do so, but you can do it. You never know how it may bless you and soften your heartache even for a brief moment.


My thoughts and prayers are with all those heartaches out there and hoping you find that person that can be your source of strength and comfort. 

A Mother's Broken Heart

One of my dearest friends lost her son (only child) Friday night.  I never wanted anyone to have to walk this journey ever again and now, sadly, someone I love so much is having to navigate through this heartbreak.


I was told once that you never know how strong you are until that is all you have.  It's true.  I know she is far stronger than she thinks, but there won't be a moment that she is breathing that she won't hurt over the loss of her precious baby boy.


It will never get easier, but like myself and others that have had to walk this journey, she will find a way to cope.


Please don't tell her that it will get better or easier.  That is a lie!  Don't tell her you know how she feels unless you have had to lay your child to rest.  You cannot know how she feels as there is no other feeling than the loss of your child. 


If you tell her you will be there for her whenever she needs you, then please be there.  If you cannot, then please do not tell her you will. 


There is no right or wrong way to grieve and especially grieving the loss of your child.  There will be no words for her to express what and how she is feeling. 


The best thing anyone can do is just be there and listen.  Don't avoid her and don't be afraid to bring up her son's name.  He is and always will be a huge part of her life and regardless of how much time passes after he has left this earth she will want to hear his name and talk about him. 


Love on your children every chance you get regardless their age, because we are not guaranteed tomorrow with them.


From one brokenhearted mom to another. 

Thirty?

It's so hard for me to believe you would have been thirty years old this year.  I know I still have almost a full month for that date, but it's been on my mind since January.  There isn't a moment that goes by that I don't wonder what you would be doing now.  Would you have any babies?  Would you be the police officer you always wanted to be?  Would you live close enough for me to see you any time I wanted to or you needed me?  All those and many more questions run through my mind only when I'm breathing.


It's still very difficult for me to fathom the fact that you are not here.  I swear there are days I feel like I have to force myself to know how to take the first step of the day or face this world.  It seems like every day is a true effort.


Yes, I still feel very guilty when I laugh or am enjoying a moment.  I still find myself wanting to tell you something going on and to let you know how BoBo is doing or Peanut, Scooter, and Jorden are doing.  I want so badly to tell you any time one of your buddies gets married or has a baby so you can be excited right along with me.  Just getting a call to let me know how your day has been going feels so sad and that hasn't changed.


I'm doing better if the door bell rings, but I still hate it.  I pause every time I open the kitchen cabinet with your baseball helmet cereal bowl is sitting there or when I walk into your room and just see little things that I know you love so much.  That's also my quiet place at home when I feel I need to just sit in the quiet.  I know it sounds odd, but that is what it is for me right now.


I still struggle knowing it has been almost 7 1/2 years since you left this earth.  There are days it feels like yesterday and then there are days that it feels like forever since I've seen or talked to you.  It breaks my heart both way and every time I think about it.  I will never get over that feeling of utter sadness missing you.


I love you son more than words could ever express and I always will.  I will also always miss you and long for you to be with me again.  I feel this way especially the days I am not sure I can put one foot in front of the other. 


Love.,


Your momma bear