ve arrived, with my wings, and you will too :) ! Trust me if you can,
Judy
Alchemy, "the art of transformation." Our challenge is to transform our pain into wisdom and knowledge and share it with others.
a crossroads. I found that I no longer desired to jump on the bereavement group page and didn't force myself to do so. I let it be to work itself out and I am glad to be back to comment about it. It has been a long, long road, but all's well that ends well. It is a process and I am glad to be where I am to share with you who may be just starting out down this road. Please stay in touch as I have more to share about the bereavement process than I could have ever imagined and I am now doing things that I would have never imagined.
ennedy. I can't help but wonder what it is going to be like going forward without a Kennedy of the older generations in our 'midst'. Nothing personal, Patrick. I am 50 years old and remember the day we lost John. I was 5 years old and was in the living room with my mother as she vacuumed. All of a sudden, the vacuum dropped out of her hands, she sat down, stared at the tv and became teary-eyed. I had no idea what was going on but if my mother was crying - I was paying attention! I can put myself in that place like it was yesterday.
is painful but when finally reconciled, it is very healing. In addition to acknowledging the loss of my dreams, i.e., a child, years of happiness with my soulmate, and possibly our home next yet to come to name just a few, it was really helpful to me when I acknowledged the loss of the girl i once knew - me. I no longer see the same, feel the same, hear the same, etc., but I must say, ALL FOR THE BETTER. This has been a life-altering journey, yes, and I must also say, it has been very life-enhancing as well, and for that I am most grateful under the circumstances. It was hard to let go of the girl that my friends, family and I had come to be quite comfortable with and love. She was such a shining star with her Nicholas! I tried to hold on long and fast, but once I truly acknowledged that I was changing beyond my control, I have really been thriving as opposed to just surviving. I am a shining star again only in a different and brighter sky. Don't give up.
s a beautiful day and I took the train North a few stops up the Hudson River to Cold Spring. You know, one of those tiny little towns with antique shops and specialty shops and cute little places to eat outside. The weather couldn't have been better and it was a nice day. You know the rest - all day, I had to fight the images in my mind of Nicholas and I doing this exact day together, even more so because he loved the Hudson River and the mountains. It has taken me five and a half years to venture out again on outings such as these because I didn't want to deal with these exact feelings that hovered over and within me all day. But I did say yes when I was invited so I took that as a positive sign even though I had my trepidations. Since I said yes, I went through with it. Thank God for friends and family that don't stop 'asking' when others do. I did have a nice day but did come home exhausted, down and yes, pissed at my circumstances. It is Tuesday now and I am feeling better. My plan is that as long as I can 'do' it, I will, suffer the melancholy, and get 'good' at it. Things will never be the same - they just cannot be and that is a fact - but as I always say, practice makes perfect! Thanks Lorraine for continuing to ask.
nce...are thought mad...by those who hear not the music"
I never had trouble doing or felt badly about was crying [just ask my friends and family lol]. Nothing like a good cry - how many times have you heard that? It is cleansing and releasing just like a good massage. I feel badly for people that I talk to and read that think there is someting wrong with them for crying. Where is it written that after
1 year, 2 years, you 'shouldn't' be crying anymore? Trust me when I tell you it is a lot less exhausting than fighting the desire to cry. We are going through one of the most monumental events of our lives - it is huge - and we are not supposed to cry.....??? I beg to differ and will never hide my tears. I deserve them and my soul deserves them because no matter how long it has been, I will always miss that part of my life here that is now waiting for me on the other Side. As always, be good to yourself, you deserve it,
' mean anyway? I work, provide for myself, meet my bills alone and have been able to keep our home, have inner peace [most of the time lol], have come to know myself like never before, have good friends, etc., etc., but just because I am not looking for another relationship, people still tell me, "Judy, it really is time that you move on, you know." Does the quality of my life depend on having someone else in my life? This really makes me laugh at how silly that statement is.
s I have resigned myself to: Holidays are always going to be tough; Walking through the tool section of Home Depot is always going to be tough; My birthday and his birthday will always be tough; Eating a piece of lemon merangue pie will always be tough; Living the rest of my life without my Nicholas will always be tough; need I go on? I have resigned myself to this unexpected reality.
we are supposed to be partying and bbq'ing and shooting off colorful fireworks. If you are not in the mood, don't worry about it. If you are angry that you are not in the mood, don't worry about it. It is to be expected. 'Holidays' are tough. Don't know how we do it, but we do and that is all that matters to us and our loved ones. We are not alone, even if it feels like we are, and we will never be. Our loved ones who have gone Home before us are always in our corner, no matter what, so hold on to that. Be kind to yourself and be your own best friend!
life to the next. Even without the tragedies that we suffer along the way, we are always evolving, growing and changing. This is usually a process that goes unnoticed until we gradually realize that the things we used to like, we don't like anymore, the things we used to enjoy doing don't move us anymore, the books we used to read lay unread because of a lack of interest for that subject or author one day, even the food we desire changes, and I can go on and on.
octor's office waiting room one day as I had driven a friend to her appointment. As I believe that there is a reason for every person, place and thing in our lives, no matter how small or inconsequential it may seem, I pay attention to what is going on around me and what people are saying. There is always something to pick up along the way if you pay attention - I like to call this unconditional experience or, really living in the moment.
embers Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson both going Home on the same day. Farrah fought her battle for a very long time and had the time to demonstrate that she is a portrait of strength and bravery. Michael left us suddenly. Farrah's friends and family were Blessed with time to 'prepare' if you will, but most importantly, time to share. I loved deeply and lost suddenly like Michael's loved ones. I can't think of one thing I would't give to have had time with Nicholas at his moment of passing.
g one of the most monumental challenges of your life and although your friends and family love you, they just want you to be 'fine' again. They feel pain when they see you in pain. The pain that we are going through is not conceivable to them [it wasn't to me either!] as usually those who tell you that it is time you have "moved on" have probably not been through something like this otherwise, I suspect they would know better.
ne month, six months, one year, two years, 5 years, etc., etc., to stop feeling sad and missing our loved ones that have passed? That is one thing that I never suffered from - counting the days, months, years that I am still sad and missing him. I gave myself the time and space to evolve under my new circumstances. It has been 5 and one half years since the loss of my fiance, Nicholas, and I am just starting now to feel like I am thriving again and morphing into the person I was meant to be at this time in my life. Nicholas was the love of my life, the one and only for me, the only man I would ever even consider marrying, and poof, look what happens - can't even begin to try to figure out why. I will always love him and I will always miss him. Sometimes it will be with sadness instead of joy for what I had, and sometimes I will cry, [besides the fact that I am a 50 yr. old woman with whacky hormones that can't be discounted either.... lol]. I just feel badly for those who write "it has been 2 years and I am still........". Its hard enough to build a new life without our beloveds so why add more pressure with supposed time limits? Best to all, Judy