I am amazed at how the process of mourning the loss of my husband continues to unfold. It is a constantly changing landscape. It reminds me so much of the topography of the Big Island. Tom and I would vacation there just about every year. The first time we went there and drove out of the airport, I thought we had landed on the moon because the black lava created such desolate terrain for as far as one could see. But then there would be a twig of green or white coral graffiti on the side of the road. In the distance we could see the green of the mountainsides and the deep blue green of the ocean beyond the moonscape.
Mourning is similar. At first I felt like I had landed on the moon. The terrain was rugged, desolate, and unfamiliar and went on forever. Then I started to see little tufts of green, regrowth, show up--those moments of happiness, sometimes hope. Then I started to see the lush green in the distance, abundant life. Sometimes the road takes a turn and all I see is a field of lava, and then it turns again and there is green in the distance, the road starts to go uphill for a while and the going is harder, but the view is of the beauty of the sky and the clouds so I push on. Then the road turns again and green valley and blue ocean are in view but I can't reach it yet. But I see it, and I know that such abundance is in the future, but I have to get off the road to get to it. That is where I am. I see the green in the distance, its not as far away, but it isn't right here, although there are patches of green around me.
About three months after my dad died I remember the day when I said to myself "I don't want my dad's death to be what defines my life." After my mom died, it took about nine months until I reached that point. At twenty months since Tom died I am not yet ready to say that. But what I can say is that I don't want the rest of my life to be defined by my loss. I'm not ready to make that jump, but I see it in the future. But until that time, I will continue on this twisting turning road through the rugged terrain of grieving, embracing as best I can experiences of this journey until I reach the portion of the road where joy and happiness is a part of the scenery.
Beautful. tragic, and so close to my heart. Tomorrow is Kent's birthday. It feels strange to acknowledge it so long after his death, but also feels strange to ignore it. No one really cares but me, and I still do. I love you. and understand your journey.
ReplyDeleteYes, yes and yes again. Missing everything. So beautiful written, Beth - thank you.
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