My Story

Lately I find myself moving through the days, being with others, laughing, and living life. Days pass quickly and grief, sadness, and feelings of aloneness are kept at bay. Ed is not always at the forefront of my mind and when that dawned on me, it brought tears to my eyes. I guess it was the "guilt" of living life. I know with everything I believe, Ed would want nothing more for me than to be happy.  And if he's looking down and sees me laughing and enjoying life and opening my heart to others, I know it would make him smile. He would want nothing less for me. So it was surprising when I felt the tears filling my eyes and when I tried to articulate my feelings I defined it as doing a disservice to him. In my mind, I easily put him aside, tucked away as memory of my past life. But it was pointed out to me that I grieved for 5 years and there should be no guilt in learning to live and love again. Funny in an odd way, that I needed to be reminded of that.  I let the words sink in, searching my soul, and seeing if I could actually accept this thought.  My head agrees; my heart is taking longer to accept that.

I talked about "my past", we all have a past, right? Ed was in my past.  But once again I was corrected. It's not my past, it's my story.  Yes, I like that thought very much. My life with Ed is part of my story, a story I hope to continue writing and living. Which surprises me even as I write that. It wasn't so long ago I could barely think of getting through the day and the thought of a future, alone and sad, frightened me.  I now have visions and hope for a happy future...with great friends and maybe, if I'm lucky, with another someone special.

Those 31 years with Ed were a large chapter of my life, of my story.  If I'm blessed, maybe I'll live another 30 years and dare I dream that there could be another chapter?  If I'm so lucky, wouldn't my life story be grand...a large volume of either many chapters, or a couple very large and fulfilling chapters.

My story...I have a story from the past 5 years.  It's where I discovered myself.  The journey was very difficult at times, but I met some of the best people currently in my life.  They guided me through the storm and are the silver linings from these past 5 years. I am now ready to open myself and my heart to the possibility of finding another love in my life. I never expected that I would ever feel this way again, but life is full of surprises.

If I've learned nothing else these past 5 years, it's that life is short so embrace the moments, and live each day to the fullest. And with that, I know I am now ready to begin exploring and writing the next chapter of my story.  Making notes of the journey and hoping that maybe, just maybe, I'll look back in another 5, 10, or even 30 years and see that this next chapter was as large and full of life and love as my chapter with Ed.

Let my story continue....let the next chapter begin...

Jigsaw Puzzles

Here I am again...another quiet Sunday morning.  How I love Sunday mornings...except for the one when I got the call that my brother passed away.  The 5th sadiversary of his passing is coming up next weekend and the memories of that day, that moment, that phone call, early Sunday morning replay in my mind clearly.

The memories are still hard to believe. That he is gone. That Ed is gone. That Larry is gone. The coming days and months will not be easy as I remember each of them and this milestone sadiversary.  I don't know what it is about 5 years.  It seems like yesterday; it seems like a lifetime ago. I wonder if the past ever existed or was it something I dreamt up in my head. It is the actual photographs around the house and tucked in photo albums that confirm for me that it was all real.  Another life....another time...another me.

But this Sunday morning is not to mourn those I lost and miss. No, this Sunday morning, as I sit with my strong cup of coffee and glance out the window at a cool, gray March day, I can see the promise of spring.  The hope of new life.

As I said before, my resolution for 2018 was to learn to live again and open my heart again.  Over the past 5 years, I have been blessed to meet some of my best friends.  I don't know what I would do without them and I never intend to find out.  They are there to laugh and share good times and they are there to lift me up when needed. We support each other through this crazy thing we call life. They are my rock and my foundation and keep me grounded. I've said it before...Ed was my everything "before".  Now my "after", I'm learning to allow others to fill in that "everything" in different ways.

As I'm navigating and venturing into unchartered waters, my friends are my anchor and they help bring me back to shore. I recall many years ago....5 to be exact....when I referred to the roller coaster of emotions during Ed's final weeks.  These past few weeks have also been a roller coaster of emotions, but different ones.  There has been laughter, smiles, tears, heartache, closeness, and adventure, all bundled up together. I still don't like roller coasters and so I'm trying to get off and take a slower ride...maybe a nice sail on quiet waters.

Just like the jigsaw puzzle that is on my dining room table, I'm trying to fit together the pieces of my life. But it takes time and with patience things come together and the picture becomes clearer...

Better to Walk than Run

What a difference a couple weeks can make.  My last post I had ventured into a world of happiness where I dared to dream.  I truly felt "happy" and was smiling and laughing more and opened my heart. And just as quickly, it came crashing down. It was just over a week now and the memories of the heartache can still cause a lump in my throat and bring tears to my eyes.

The pain was different this time. My life has been so insulated over 30 years of being with a man who loved me unconditionally and was always there for me.  I was spoiled...and lucky...all wrapped up together and I know it.  The pain was different this time.  The pain I've felt over the past 5 years was a pain of loss that I had no control over, that Ed had no control over.  It was the pain of grief that I just had to ride the wave of, knowing it would ebb and flow over time.  The pain of loss, the pain of a future that would never be.  But it was not because of a lack of respect or love...it was simply the cards we were dealt, that I was dealt, and nothing could have or would have changed the outcome.

The pain of a week ago was a result of human actions. Actions that could have been handled differently and should have. That if the situation was handled in a more mature, adult manner, the heartache may still have been there but maybe not as hurtful?  I guess I'll never know.

Instead, I just need to learn from it and get back up and brush myself off.  I learned a lot about myself  and others over the past couple weeks.  Us humans are a strange bunch.  But what I've learned the most and what I'm surprised I even need to be reminded of, is that life is short and it is meant to be spent with people who make you laugh and smile and treat you with respect.  Life is an adventure to be lived and with 2018, I'm trying to start to live again.  I tripped coming out of the gate, but I'm hoping I'm on better footing now and have learned to walk a little stronger and not run so fast.

Enjoy the day, enjoy the moment, enjoy the journey....  I'm trying. I'll be sure to let you know how it goes...

Happy

"Happy"...is that what I've been feeling lately?

I recognize and acknowledge happy moments. After the new year, I opened my 2017 "gratitude" jar.  Those little slips of paper where I captured a moment of happiness, laughter, special times with friends or family.  Moments of recognizing the beauty in nature or special times with friends where we laughed and enjoyed each other, or when I tried new things.  They were all highlights of my year.  Specific moments noted in time.  I kept those slips of paper because I wanted to keep those reminders of the special people in my life who brought me joy.  "Joy"....another word I rarely use and over the past years, I wondered if I would ever find or feel "joy" again.

I think I am now or at least I'm en'joy'ing life these past few weeks. I smile more and I'm happier. I think Ed would be happy too. As a total stranger told me yesterday, "he wants you to be happy". It's not the first time I've heard this and I know it is true because even in life, that is all Ed wanted was for me to be happy and he gave me that (well, at least most days! lol).

Now it is up to me to find that happiness....in what I do and with people who make me happy.

I have my gratitude jar again this year and I'm hoping 2018 will see that jar overflowing with little slips of paper. Only time will tell.  Following the great advise of my closest friends, I'm just enjoying the moment, enjoying the day.  And, yes, I can truly say that right now, and for the past couple weeks, I am happy and it feels good.