My brother has been gone for almost two years next March. My father and mother are gone. My half-sister and I have been apart from each other since dad died.
I’m still here. I usually feel a sense of displacement. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to live through these empty days . Some days I can’t seem to feel grounded. I’m tired.
I have never felt needed like I did when I was caring for my father and brother . It was a special kind of being needed . It wasn’t like when your kids need you or your spouse wants extra attention .
It was different ; hard to explain I guess. I’m labeled through my medical records as having depression . I always thought depression centered around sleeping , medications , maybe a little zombie like. I can pull smiles off. I can be with my friends.
Put me in a room by myself, and thoughts of the family that once was, comes rushing back like flooding waters . I just can’t seem to snap out of this for good. I guess the doctor was right. I have mild depression .
I want to work, but am too unsteady. I usually feel in the way or a bother, or the old person. I really don’t like feeling this way. If things get too rough , I will call my friend and let her walk me out of my sadness.
That’s the name, sadness. I am so sad without my family. I have not been able to fill the void. My grandkids come closest to being a natural medicine for me. I listen to them talk and giggle and I can feel my smiles come once again .
Alvin is at peace now. He has no more pain. He is free from the clutches of MSA. My dad is free from his bone cancer and Leukemia. I had no idea my healing would take so long.
I want to go back to the person I was, but I don’t know if or when that will ever happen. Right now I am looking for small things that bring me peace. I smile when I see the frost make the ground look snow covered . I look at my silver Christmas tree and get lost in the memories of when I was a little kid, and watched the colored wheel cast lights on grandma’s tree. I think about what it was like being a young mommie.
I look at me now and ponder on what’s next . For me, it was more than losing my brother to an ugly disease . It was an uninvited , forever change in my life, which I am still trying to heal from.
Terry, I am sorry to hear of your struggle. My sister took care of our mother 24/7 and I think when one is in that place you just don’t snap back easily. As for myself I feel best when I can do something for someone else. I am sending 12 Christmas cards off to ladies that are incarcerated. I have done this several times over the years. It’s through a Christian ministry. I have also been a penpal to some. It was such a blessing..A new group for ladies is getting established. we met for our second time today. We have lunch and then do a craft. We decoupaged a glass jar. It will hold our prayer petitions that we write out. You will be the first to have your need placed in my jar. It is just symbolizes that we have put our petition into our Father’s hands..
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What a beautiful idea. I love helping others . It makes me feel worthy . I would like to do that also
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The longest I wrote to one woman was for four years. She and a few others would make beautiful cards and send handmade gifts. Some wrote poems. I will work on the cards today and I will enclose a Christmas bookmark for each.. Have a good day, Terry.. (Hugs) from rainy Oregon…
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It takes a long time healing. Think how fortunate you are though being close to your grand children and being able to enjoy them, not many have that privilege. Enjoy them as much as you can. I am sure they are the best therapy!
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It is amazing how young children can be the best therapy . Life would be so difficult without them. Big hugs, Ute
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Absolutely!
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I can’t believe it has been so long since Al went.
You may not see the jagged edges smoothing, but they are. It may not seem that every day is getting easier, but it is. Although easier may not be the right word. I think every day you heal a little more.
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You are right . I have better days than bad . The holidays are still pretty nasty for me. I feel guilty for wishing they were over, since most love them. Big hugs my dear friend
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Don’t feel bad. Be selfish sometimes. Think of yourself and be you
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Thanks , thinking of myself first is still hard to do, but I keep trying
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Oh Terry, how much I understand these mixed emotions and how much I admire you for how you have coped! I’ve been a bit silent and/or intermittent on my blog lately and have decided to take a break until January. We still have each others’ email and FB details so can keep in touch. I just need to disengage from the internet as much as I can for awhile. I know you will understand and I wish you a very happy Christmas. Love you heaps – Julie xxx
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Love you too and I do understand
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You are a survivor my friend. I understand how hard change is too. Especially with the holiday “traditions” trying to invade our present. Like you I cherish the memories, although they are sometimes bittersweet. I pray that we are both gentle with ourselves this season and find quiet moments of peace. May the God of all comfort surround you in this new season of life.
I hope you laugh! Rent a comedy, watch a comedian, do something silly – humor makes me happy 😝
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I treasure your comment. I have been so sad lately, so I sat and watched National Lampoon Christmas Vacation. I did laugh. Now the Santa Claus is on so decided to watch this too. Big hugs. We will get through this together
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Amen sis – we can do this!
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