Friday, April 27, 2012

I wonder...

...if the day will ever come when there won't be tears...
...when the memories will bring more laughter than sadness...
...when I will sleep and feel like it was a peaceful sleep and wake up rested...
...when songs on the radio will NOT make me cry...
...if the sense of loss eases over time... (I read that it does, I hear from those that have experienced death of a loved one that it does) I'm still waiting...
...if I'm providing the support my kids need as they mourn the death of their Daddy/Father...
...if Jim can really watch over us...
...when I will "move on", sometimes it seems that everyone around me has, but I'm still deep in grief...
...what to do to ease the pain of Father's day for my kids...
...when I won't feel lonely
...if people know that sometimes I get jealous and envy couples
...how can it already be 8 months
...if I will figure out how to handle that 1 year mark, is it alone, is it with the my kids, is it a quiet thing, is it a time meant to celebrate what was...because it's certainly not to celebrate what happened...
...what is in store for me each new day--I think more in the present than I ever have before...
...what God intends to do with me, how does He want me to be His hands & feet here on earth...

I know...

...there is eternal life after death and I will be reunited with Jim, someday
...there is HOPE
...that I no longer "sweat the small stuff"...and it's ALL small stuff
...I was given the gift of a stronger faith through Jim's death
...my eyes are open and I've slowed down to actually pay attention to what's going on around me
...I don't hurry and rush anymore
...I have FAITH
...I have a FAMILY that is so very supportive & loving--visiting both my sisters was priceless!
...I have FRIENDS that are amazing
...God provides exactly what I need, at exactly the right moment, even though I constantly question His timing
...Angels are everywhere, you just need to watch for them
...that I really, really appreciate when someone takes the time to reach out to me ask how I'm doing, and they really want to know--even if it's not the "standard" answer of good
...this is a journey, and it's long, it's rocky, it takes unexpected turns, and sometimes it's startling, sometimes it's surprising
...eventually, I'm going to be OK, Jim would expect nothing less
(he use to tell me that he knew, without a doubt, should anything ever happen to him, that I would be OK...I'd be able to take care of myself.  He's right, I can, I just sometimes wish I didn't have to)



Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Sense of Smell

on Monday, April 16, 2012 at 9:00pm

Smell, its the strongest sense I have... I can smell a hyacinth in bloom and immediately be taken back to growing up in the gray house on the hill in Hot Springs.
I smell chocolate chip cookies baking and remember baking dozens of them for Austin & his friends.
I smell crayons and immediately think of Pastor John's VW bug.
Smell can be a powerful reminder of things past.

 I've refrained from spraying Jim's cologne--I made that "mistake" very early on after his death--it sent me into such a tail spin of grief, nothing good happened from that experiment. 

Tonight, I took out that bottle of Mary Kay's Domain and sprayed it on my pillow...and it took me immediately back into being enveloped in his arms...he had other cologne, but he wore this one, special, for me, as it was my absolute favorite. And while there is sadness (yes, some tears are being shed) that scent, tonight, it brings me comfort and memories that are so very precious! Just what I needed. The blessing of the sense of smell & memories...


Good Grief...

Good Grief...

on Sunday, April 15, 2012 at 5:34pm ·

I receive a daily email, from Grief Share, I had an angel suggest this website and signed up for their daily emails a few weeks after Jim died.  They get delivered very late at night, so it's always one of the first things I read each morning.  They have been very helpful, some deal with the loss of parents, the loss of a child, suicide, but most deal with loss of a spouse and just grief in general, and faith--faith and hope are what you need to cling to during these times.  They always have a biblical basis and end with a bible verse and prayer.  The last few days they have been about "Good Grief".  Here's today's:
 
Good Grief
Day 225 Good grief is accepting the fact that your loved one has died, accepting the sorrow and pain, and knowing there is more to come. Good grief is getting through the days, the months, and, eventually, through the years.

Dr. Erwin Lutzer says, "There was a young woman who saw me for counsel. She was madly in love with her husband, and he died unexpectedly. She was contemplating suicide. She said, 'I simply cannot live. I want to die, and I want to be with him. That's all that I care about.' So I explained to her that what she needed to do was to get through the first year. I promised her that the sun would shine again.

"She saw me several months later, and she said, 'You know, the sun is beginning to shine. I have now discovered I can make it without him.' And she's on her way. Grief takes time but you will find it gets better, and you must recognize that it is a period of transition to a brand-new kind of life for you."

Your life will never be the same again, but you will get through the grief. The grieving process is a transition into your new life.

"He will renew your life and sustain you in your old age" (Ruth 4:15).

Lord, I did not want a new life. I liked my old one just fine, but I understand that going back is not an option. Therefore, Lord, I will move forward. Teach me to seek You and embrace You and grow in this new life. Amen.

Over the last few weeks I've realized a few things.  It's been almost 8 months.  Most people in my life (and I knew this would happen, I read about it) assume that for the widow (ugh!) life is getting back to the new normal, and everyone kind of goes back to normal--no longer checking in, no longer dropping by, etc.  I've seen this happen.  That seems to be life and it's OK. There are still people uncomfortable -- please don't be.  It's OK to talk about Jim, share your memories and say his name...that's how we remember and memories are all we have now of that great guy!  To those friends who are so persistent...thank you for not giving up on spending time with me, calling me, sending me a quick note or text...you'll never know how many times I'm wallowing in my grief only to be lifted up by you--your timing is impeccable!

I struggle with the new normal, what is that exactly?  I am reading, a great book, thank you Donna L.  It's by Paula D'Arcy When People Grieve Guidance for Grievers and the Friends Who Care.  In her book she talks about how the person you were prior to the death of your loved one is never the person you will be again.  I realized just how true that statement is, and that while I am grieving Jim's death, I'm also grieving what was for me.  I will never be exactly the same person I was -- growth and change is all part of the aging process.  Death of a spouse, accelerates that change. So I also kind of grieve for who I was, I was Jim's wife, he was my best friend and we did everything together, I was happiest when I was with Jim, that's just how it was, we loved each other that much!

I was talking with one of my "kids" yesterday, bless you Sarah Grace, for calling and checking on me yesterday.  And I mentioned that I had been out with a group of women the night before, and it was so fun to be with these strong women, we laughed, and laughed.  I talked told her about getting very involved with a ministry in Haiti--I want go and help w/my hands! And I'm off to volunteer at an incredible art exhibit at the Dallas Arboretum next month...things I would have never done if Jim were here.  She asked me why?  I had to stop and think for a moment....the answer is simple really.  I was very content to spend every waking moment with Jim when I wasn't at work or teaching at church.  I didn't plan outings w/others that didn't include Jim, Jim wasn't into the arts so we didn't go, and frankly, we didn't really get involved in mission work. Again, I was so content just being with him, watching baseball, hanging out, going out as a couple.  Maybe that consuming focus on each other was God's way of helping me spend as much time with Jim as possible, as He knew Jim's time was limited here on earth...
So, along with grieving for Jim's death, I also find that I'm grieving the me I use to be and stumbling through discovering who I am to be now...what moves me forward, what excites me, what helps me feel that I'm being the very best person that God wants me to be.  I question what I do a lot these days.  I want everything I do to "mean something".   Things like my work, where I'm living, what can I do be a better Mom, a better friend, a better daughter, a better sister, a better representative of God's hands and feet, here on earth...

I'm proud to say that I'm experiencing "Good Grief"...I know I cannot go backwards and have Jim back in my life, so I take this journey, this long, winding, rough, sometimes 1 step forward, 3 steps back kind of journey through grief, moving forward to a new me, to new adventures, new life with a faith so much richer and deeper than I ever knew before Jim's death...I take this journey a day at a time...OK, let's be real, sometimes it's minute by minute! But I"m moving forward, that's what matters most.

Love each and every one of you, thank you, thank you for your prayers, support, notes, calls, text messages, cards...keep them coming, I cherish them!

Spring forward...

on Friday, March 23, 2012 at 6:24pm ·
So, it's now been 30 weeks and 3 days since Jim died.  That would be 213 days, roughly 5,112 hours.  It's spring -- we really didn't have a winter and I know Jim would have enjoyed the warmer days this time around. As I think about spring, I can't help but think about re-birth, new growth, baby birds, lambs, etc, and hope...isn't that spring--the one word: hope as all things renew themselves? 
The trees are budding--they are almost fully leafed out.  The flowers are blooming, the birds are building nests.  Plants I thought had died, are amazingly coming back to life! Spring break has come and gone.
So much has happened, well, since his death, but really since the first of the year:
  • Austin and I got the house ready to sell.  Austin's been amazing!! I was gone the first week the house was listed, and he did a great job keeping it "show" ready!! Even cleaning up the mess that happened on the porch due to the high winds/storms.
  • Going over the paperwork with my good friend and realtor, Deb, there was an overwhelming moment of sadness.  Putting this house up for sale, although Jim and I talked about doing this before he died--is the first EXTREMELY huge decision that I feel I'm making on my own.  It's uncomfortable and feels so strange.  It's been listed for a week, we've had 2 showings...here's to a few more & a contract?
  • We packed, sorted, gave away, threw away...had painters in to paint and do repairs, window cleaners, housecleaners, carpet cleaning....craziness! Dwayne & Elizabeth came up for a weekend to help with the garage & attic!
  • I've redecorated a bit, and it was a bit odd to decorate based on my taste, what colors and things I enjoy...I always considered Jim and his taste (NOT bright bold colors or florals)...the dining room is not only bright and bold, but the dishes are.....floral!
  • Elizabeth and Dwayne are buying a house!  It's being built as I type, and they will be moving in June 2.  I'm so very proud of both of them! (Jim would be, too!)
  • I updated my own will, as the one I had was from 1988, and I needed to change it from Jim to the kids.  It's a fairly easy document...with the only hard piece being my last wishes--I put it in writing, as it's so very important to me that my kids understand exactly what I want, what to do--so they are not having to make those decisions at an incredibly emotional time. {{Please, if you've not drafted a will, do it NOW...you are never promised tomorrow, and having things in a legal document, eases the burden on those you love and leave behind...I know it's awful to think about, but what a wonderful gift to leave for those you love most}}
  • For the first time in "forever" I did not take spring break off--that was always the week of our "big" family vacation, and over the last few years, not so much a big vacation, but just time to be together.  We'd do fun things like redo the flower beds, mow, trim, paint....ugh!
  • I took a week off, actually 6 days and flew to S. Carolina to see my niece peform in her school's production of Cinderella and spend time w/my sister & brother-in-law.  It was wonderful! I did nothing really... as opposed to when I'm home, I find a million and one things to keep me busy. I promised my sister it would NOT be another 10 years before I visited again.
  • On a whim, Austin and I fly to Phoenix tomorrow, going to a Ranger's spring training game against the LAA Angels then back home (all in one day)...something Jim always wanted to do but we just couldn't afford it.
  • I go to Hot Springs next month, to visit with my other sister, Kim, for a few days.  Great time for us to catch up and spend some time together.  I have plans to see some friends I've known since I was 5!  I hope to see my father, maybe re-establish that broken relationship.
  • I bought the camera I always wanted---a DSLR and it takes such amazing pictures!! I was so excited to use it in SC--at the botanical gardens in Orangeburg, Cathy's house, Charleston & Folly Beach.
  •  I'm all caught up in an amazing ministry, Second Mile Ministry, Haiti.  I've never been so eager to help like this before. I encourage you to check them out, I've liked them on facebook and I follow their blogs...two young women who are not only helping children in Haiti, but also teaching the Moms in Haiti how to better care for their children --- God's hands and feet at work, here on earth.
  • Austin and I are considering joining the church where he plays drums, amazing group of folks, again doing wonderful things in the community and the world -- another example of God's hands and feet at work. I find myself feeling more and more at home in this amazing church.
I guess what this post is all about is, life goes on...life renews itself, what use to be is eventually replaced with new or different things, whether it be routines, or travel, choices of where to eat, what to eat, what to do, what not to do, where to live...(that reminds me, I should figure out where I would like to live when this house sells...)
Making decisions now are mine, just mine and that is so strange to me.  I've never made decisions for just myself...it's always been a team event:  Jim and I, then Jim, the kids and I, back to Jim and I.  Really takes some getting use to...but I'm learning.
I find the tears not so quick to happen these days, and I'm grateful.  Although, sometimes, the strangest things will conjure up a memory and that wave of sorrow will knock me down and send me tumbling into sadness and tears.  I've learned to let it...and then I pick myself up and I'm a bit stronger, I do it all over again.
I find that I can smile (sometimes a sad smile) at memories..or laugh and talk about Jim when I'm reminded of something.  It's really OK for everyone around me to talk about him too...sometimes people aren't certain if it's ok--if what they'd like to share will bring tears or smiles....either one is OK.  I LOVE to hear "Jim stories, Jim memories"!!! He was an amazing man, I like to be reminded of that.
Happy spring!  HOPE -- it's that time of year.  The HOPE of new life, the HOPE of the resurrection, the HOPE of better things to come.

Misses...

Misses...

on Thursday, February 23, 2012 at 2:27pm ·
  Today marks 6 months...if you want to get technical and really play out the numbers, it's actually 26 weeks, 2 days or 184 days, or about 4,416 hours...since Jim's body broke so horribly bad that God had no choice but to take him home.  I think back to the book, "Why? Making Sense of God's Will"... where I learned a valuable lesson that helped heal my heart just a little: I couldn't fix Jim, neither could the EMTs or the Doctors, but God did and he now lives with Him, perfect!  Anyone else a bit envious of that?
I try to focus on the blessing that was Jim's life with me for 30 years.  I try to focus on the blessings, oh SO MANY blessings that have come my way in the last 6 months.  I try to focus on the Angels that have crossed my path, I try to focus on the way God uses others around me to answer my prayers.... but I also find myself focusing on all my "Misses":
  • I miss his smile!
  • I miss the way he could always make me laugh!
  • I miss his physical presence
  • I miss worshipping w/him, sinking into him during the sermon
  • I miss holding his hand and praying after we took communion, together
  • I miss sharing my day with him
  • I miss watching him be the very best dad ever!
  • I see Jim in our son, and in our daughter, the goodness that was Jim lives on in them, they will say or do somthing and I see Jim, I miss him
  • I miss watching him worship, playing his guitar--that was his time w/the Lord and he always got lost in those moments
  • I miss his cold feet and constant complaints about the cold
  • I miss him always picking up after me...he was a better housekeeper than I was
  • I miss watching our favorite TV shows and baseball together
  • I miss that final text messaging at the end of the work day as we both left work and headed home, knowing that for the most part, we were going to be together
  • I miss watching him prepare for rehearsals and Sunday service and that excitement he would get when he was working on some music that he didn't get---and then he finally "got" it
  • I miss those lazy mornings, we didn't have to get up immediately and go our separate ways
  • I miss how he would ask me what's wrong, I'd say nothing and he would pick and pick until he got the answer of what was really wrong---I should have learned to just give it up the first time he asked, but I never did...
  • I miss texting him when I'm driving the Mustang with the top down...just the word, "TOPLESS"! He did that to me too when he drove w/the top down....
The list could go on and on as each day something will happen, or I'll see something and be reminded of a "Miss".  The physical hurt is easing and I find myself smiling more at these Misses than crying at these misses.
The journey remains long and hard, but I am, as always sustained by Faith, Family & Friends.

Valentine's Day...How to kidnap the one you love

Valentine's Day...How to kidnap the one you love

on Friday, February 10, 2012 at 7:33pm ·
I've been getting the house ready to put on the market.  My Mom and I spent an entire weekend going through rooms and closets.  I discovered a few things:
  1. My husband was a bit of a hoarder...he disliked throwing anything away he "thought" he might need or may reuse!
  2. My husband kept everything, and it's kind of a blessing.  I didn't realize how bittersweet going through everything would be.  Touching things and discovering things I hadn't seen in a very long time, all sorts of memories.
  3. I've found some stuff that will allow me to do something special for my kids. (shhh, that's a secret for another time)
  4. Jim had a box in the closet marked, "Jim's keepsakes."  I haven't had the strength to actually go through it.  I'm afraid that along w/the joy of memories of what was, I also will get lost in what will never be.  I know I need to allow the grief to happen, but sometimes it sideswipes me and its so powerful, so painful.
I did peek into the box--you all know I can't resist at least a peek.  On the top, was my garter from 28 years ago, wrapped around 7 red envelopes.  Oh, the memories!


In October of 1998 I kidnapped my husband.  That was the year we celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary.  I was the store manager of AT&T in Temple, and my Assistant Store Manager, Nikki, helped me w/my notes.  We spent hours cutting words and letters out of newspapers and magazines to create my notes, spraying them w/my favorite perfume.
  • 3 weeks in advance I planned...arranged for the kids to stay w/my Mom; talked to Jim's boss to arrange a lunchtime pickup and he wouldn't return.  Found a fabulous B&B in the Hill Country a few hours away.
  • Jim left for work that Friday morning, we had plans for me to pick him up and take him to lunch (a date).
  • I packed his bag after he left along with mine.
  • I had created 6 "notes" each numbered and in a red envelope.
  • I picked up Jim for lunch, never said a word--just handed him note #1 which instructed him that he was being kidnapped, ask no questions, gather you stuff, leave w/your wife, await further instructions (he would not stop asking questions, but I never gave in)
  • Note #2 was delivered when we got in the car he was instructed: Go to lunch at Wendy's, get in the car, kiss your wife.
  • Note #3 (delivered after the kiss) instructed: Travel IH-35 S; 190W to Killeen...to Lampasas, Hwy 281, STOP, kiss your wife.
  • Note #4 (delivered after the kiss) instructed: Drive S on Hwy 281 to Marble Falls, STOP, kiss your wife.
  • Note #5 (delivered, you got it, after a kiss) instructed: Continue S on 281 to Hwy 290, STOP, kiss your wife.
  • Note #6 (after the kiss) instructed: Go W on 290 to hwy 16, STOP, Kiss your wife...
  • after this kiss, I delivered my final red envelope, a letter:
My Darling Jim,
By now you realize that we are Fredericksburg.  I have kidnapped you for a romantic weekend -- just the two of us.  We are not expected back in Belton until Sunday afternoon.  I've had this secret for 3 weeks, can you believe it?!!
Ed gave me permission to "kidnap" you for the afternoon.  I asked days ago...Mom & Pops have the van, and they have the kids.  I hear that they will be heading to the Ft. Worth zoo tomorrow to meet Thomas, Rosie & Brooke.  I've got the dogs being fed.  Your Sunday school class is also covered.
The bags were packed--they are in the trunk.  You only have to get us to the reservation place we are staying, "A Little Waltz."
We talked one night, weeks ago and you made comment that started me thinking.  You said we never just talk anymore.  We discuss schedules, work, kids, church, school and such but we never visit anymore, we never have an opportunity to really, really focus on us--you and me, the couple we established almost 15 years ago.
YOU are the love of my life, my center, my foundation, you complete me.  We need this time to re-connect, and recapture that crazy time, long ago, when we were silly in love and oblivious to all that surrounded us.
So happy anniversary...early.  I'm looking forward to focusing on you, and me and putting us first, this entire weekend.
I love you, Edie

We had a tremendous weekend, and we did re-connect.  We had such fun! Wandering around the shops, eating terrific food.  That Saturday night, at an Italian restaurant, as we were eating, a lady approached our table and asked Jim if he was Anthony Edwards (Dr. Green from ER)....he said no, and I almost snotted tea out of my nose I was laughing so hard!

So, kidnap the one you love sometime!  It will create memories to be treasured always!

I thank God for revealing this precious memory around Valentine's Day -- just my little peek into Jim's keepsakes box that overwhelms me gave me such a strong feeling of Jim's love at just the right time... 

Last Day of 2011...I'm a party of One...

Last Day of 2011...I'm a party of One...

on Saturday, December 31, 2011 at 8:47pm
I spent this week out of town, I ran away from home.  I felt the need to be alone, be quiet, away from home. I don't know if you are like this, but if I'm home, I find a million things to keep me busy!
The alone part, I believe, I have mastered--as I'm now, always a "party of one".  The be quiet...not so much.  I'm thinking this time alone was a test for me to really do things alone:  eat out, alone; shop, alone; drive, alone; make decisions, alone; plan my schedule, alone.
I think patience may have also been part of what I was to focus on...difficult at best for me. I have always struggled with being patient. It's hard to be patient with myself, just when I think I've mastered something within this journey of grief, I haven't...I want (and prefer) timelines, schedules, deadlines... For this journey, there is no timeline, no deadline to meet and no schedule to keep--it's all dependent on each and every moment of the day, and it's almost a dance, sometimes it's two steps forward and 3 steps back.  Very frustrating to me...
I can honestly say there were moments of fun sprinkled in to my running away: nothing like running errands with the Innkeeper in a limo...developed a great appreciation for the Sweet Tea Martini...
I was made to feel so welcome each and every day by everyone at Inn on the Creek!
Met up with a guy I went to high school with and we talked for hours, catching up, he lives in MS, but was home for Christmas!!
Another angel, this one named Janice, crossed my path.  A spunky, friendly, octogenarian who was concerned I was dining alone last night, so she introduced herself and asked if I was OK.  When I explained, she offered me comfort and hope (she's 2 years into her 2nd marriage and she and her new husband had both been married once before for 50+ years!). It was cute to hear her go back to her table and tell her husband he was right about me!
So here it is, New Year's Eve.  I feel like I should say something profound, but I don't have anything.  I have spent some time reflecting on this year.  It was a year with one of the most shocking changes complete with ripple effects that will be felt forever.  There were gifts sprinkled in:
  • wonderful, precious moments with Jim that I will treasure!
  • I've reconnected with "old" friends and have many, many new friends!
  • I have learned what it is to truly throw myself at the Lord's mercy, begging for Him to be strong for me because for right now, I'm not.
  • The power of prayer sustains me.  So many prayers were said and still are said for myself, the kids, Jim's family.
  • Humility -- I've been humbled by the effect Jim had those that knew him, even those that only knew "of" him. 
  • My quiet, unassuming husband was such a witness for Christ and he touched so many people!
  • I'm learning that the future I had envisioned, to be shared with Jim now has to be rewritten, and it's a future for "a party of one".  This makes it "all about me" and you'd think that would be kind of cool, except my life has NEVER been all about me.  It's always been Jim and I then Jim, the kids and I...well the kids are grown, Jim's gone and it's just me, the party of one...
I've had to pause (stop actually) and rethink my priorities which is currently ongoing:  I'm rethinking my career, where I live, what kind of life I truly want to live that will be pleasing to God.
For the New Year, it's customary to think about what you want the year to be, set a resolution or two.  I won't be doing that.  To plan or wish for certain things over an entire year is too much for me these days.  I'm focusing on the present, I want to do that each and every day and work to make each day count as we are not promised tomorrow.

The journal I continue to write in every night says the following for today (author unknown):
"Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song.
As the burdens press, and the cares distress
And the way grows weary and long?
Does Jesus care when my way is dark
With a nameless dread and fear?
As the daylight fades into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?
Does Jesus care when I've tried and failed
To resist some temptations strong;
When for my deep grief there is no relief,
Though my tears flow all the night long?
Does Jesus care when I've said "goodbye"
To the dearest on earth to me,
And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks,
Is it aught to Him? Does He see?
Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares."

Happy New Year! My prayer is for the Lord to watch over you, protect and comfort you, give you peace. And that you will live each day of 2012 like there will be no tomorrow, with no regrets!