Saturday, December 24, 2016

Christmas time again...

My favorite season again. This year, it is harder. The fog has lifted, and my feelings are sharper, more intense. This year, I have the unexpected pleasure of having extended time off work as I transition from one career to a new career. I feel you with me some days as I muddle through the holiday season. Other days, I do not feel you or sense you. My decorations are beautiful, and my heart should be full, but it feels hollow again this year. I have vowed to send out Christmas cards next year, and try to push myself back into the joy of the season I love so much. Everyone says, "it gets better", and I hope they are right. Merry Christmas my sweet boy.




Sunday, December 11, 2016

Memorial...

This year, Mark and I attended a candle lighting ceremony in your honor. All over the world, since 1997, at 7pm local time, the Compassionate Friends Worldwide Candle Lighting is designed to unite families and friends around the world to honor the memory of their lost children. We remembered you tonight Joshua. I was doing fine, and looking forward to attending until we walked in, and I saw all of the other people who have a dead child. It seemed like a horrible thing to "celebrate", although that is not the spirit of the event. I started to cry as I gave your name, date of birth and date of death so they could print your name for your luminary. It is just so unspeakable to say the words, "Date of Death" for a 22-year old! As I walked forward to the front of the church to place your luminary, I felt like screaming out to the crowd how wrong and unnatural this was. I envisioned myself running back up the aisle and leaving with a loud slam of the doors. But instead, I walked quietly to my seat and sat with Mark while we waited for the ceremony to begin. They said your name. We lit our candles for you, and your dad and mom Kim did the same in Michigan at 7pm their time. We will do this for you every year, and I do not expect it to get much easier. I love you Joshua.




Thursday, November 24, 2016

Happy Birthday...

Today, you would be 24 years old. It is your champagne birthday; 24 on the 24th. Hard to believe. How old are you today? Are you still 22 forever? I just do not know how to calculate it now.



Wednesday, October 26, 2016

A new beginning?

Your sister gave birth tonight. You have a nephew. You are an uncle. You would have loved this so much. He is precious. He is light. He is life. He is new.

You are missing so much, and so are we……


Sunday, July 10, 2016

One Year

How odd it is to know a full calendar year has passed, and we are unable to see you, speak to you or touch you. So much has changed. Samantha got a new puppy. Chelsea is having a baby. I am graduating from nurse practitioner school. Jacob no longer has a brother. Time is moving forward, but it moves almost at a snails pace when we think of the time without you. It's so strange to see our lives move ahead, and new things happen, but you are not here to share them.

Sometimes, I have to look at the pictures of your face from after your death to make myself believe it is real. You are missed in this world Joshua.

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Winter into spring.

My Season of Grief – Winter moves into Spring…flowers are on the trees.

Winter was my mood; my grief.
Frozen in time, dormant, but not dead.
Early darkness slipping into night.
A blanket of snow that smothers the life and light.
I found comfort in not having to turn to the sun, showing my face to its warmth.

The spring came upon me unexpectedly.
Warm winds blowing.
Flowers beginning to bloom as life marches forward.
I am not ready, but Spring will not wait.

I am not ready. I am not ready to step into the light of day.
The warm sun on my face.
The change of seasons that closes the dark winter around me.
The winter that brought me comfort.

Is it possible to move from my frozen place?
Am I ready to have my life move forward?
I am not healed. I will never be healed.
But, my heart honors my grief by stepping back into the light.
Moving forward into the sun; growing again.

I am not ready. Yet I feel my heart thawing in the warmth of Spring.

The sky is still overcast. But there are flowers on the trees.