Monday, July 27, 2015
Pearson's Falls - Tryon, North Carolina
July 24, 2015
There’s no way to sugar coat the fact that grief is indescribable to those who are in the midst of it. It is incomprehensible to those who are trying to understand it. The most frustrating part in both circumstances is the sheer unpredictability of it. My family and friends, although patient to the utmost, have to believe that I am losing my mind. One minute I am clear, calm and focused. The next, I am practically unable to function. Trying to anticipate either circumstance is a waste of time, yet it would be so helpful if I knew which day was going to be calm and peaceful as there is so much I could accomplish on those days.
The thought of traveling even to a “safe” place for a few days has been overwhelming as even getting my mind to focus on packing a travel bag seems impossible. I know you find that hard to believe since travel, hike or just get in the car and GO has been my mantra since the beginning of this blog in 2010. But the time came to try and the “safe” place was the home of dear friends from college days. We’ve shared joys, sorrow, trials, grief and every other life event for more than 40 years. We graduated from college together, the guys went through grad school together, we married within three weeks of each other and have lived 2 ½ hours apart since 1981.
January, 2014 - The last picture we have of a 40 year friendship!
It was a wonderful day.
(Sadly, no one thought to take a picture at our last time together in February)
The four of us spent an afternoon together at The Sweet Onion, in Waynesville, North Carolina, on February 9. Bill felt good and it was a day of shared friendship that NONE of us suspected would be the last we would ever have on this earth. They were in my driveway within hours after Bill’s death and knowing their jobs well, I have yet to be given an adequate explanation of how they both managed to get three days off from work to be here, but they did.
Although Tony likes taking care of me, it is difficult and emotional for him to comprehend being around me without Bill, so it seemed natural that it was to their house I would go on a week when he was out of town. It was just us girls and was a salve to my weary, aching, grieving heart.
They call it their mid-life “toy,” but Becky and I meandered around the foothills of North Carolina in their convertible, enjoyed some delicious meals, shed a lot of tears, walked a lot of miles, spent some comfortably quiet hours on their screened in back porch and simply relaxed in the comfort of friendship.
My "ride" for the week! - Forest City, North Carolina
I wish I could tell you that I came home better than I left, but I can’t. Those crazy mixed-up emotions won’t let me. When I was packing to go, I kept thinking I didn’t want to do this. It was just too hard. At times while there, I yearned to be at home. At other times, I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. As I approached home last Friday afternoon, the sadness and dread returned with a vengeance making me wonder before I ever got home if I’d made a mistake in going.
I can tell you that it was NOT a mistake. I can also tell you that I write this to try and help those reading who might be grieving know they ARE NOT ALONE in their fears they might be going crazy. I also write it to tell those of you who love someone who is grieving and want to help that the most loving thing you can do is LISTEN. Or simply be present.
Nothing feels right. Nothing feels natural. Nothing feels normal. I am told this will become gentler over time and the most important thing for me to do is acknowledge that this is awful, take it one day at a time (sometimes one breath at a time) and trust that I am doing everything I can to work through the pain.
All of the pictures in this post were taken at Pearson’s Falls in Tryon, North Carolina. It is a privately owned, but beautiful waterfall requiring only a short walk through a picturesque area. For those who might be traveling I-26 toward Myrtle Beach, Charleston or Savannah, it is an excellent leg stretcher just off the interstate with an amazing payoff and a lovely picnic area. I highly recommend it.
Thanks so much for your kind thoughts and comments. They do encourage me and I am grateful.
Monday, July 13, 2015
Did we love Flowers? Azalea from Backyard of our old house.
I love flowers. Bill loved flowers. We had flowers everywhere. We visited any garden or sought out any festival that boasted an abundance of flowers. Flowers have brought me huge doses of comfort. Flowers have also been the catalyst for some of my most painful (not to mention embarrassing) meltdowns!
Many decades ago when Bill was a struggling graduate school student and I was in the early stages of a career that could barely support us, we would dream about the little luxuries we would choose if the day ever came that we had “discretionary” income! We just loved saying that word. It sounded so fancy and we would just laugh! His top choice would always be that he would have his shirts professionally laundered and pressed. My top choice was that I’d always have fresh flowers in my house! I am happy to say that the day came when BOTH of those things happened. Bill kept our yard full of flowers, sent me flowers often and most of the time, we did have fresh flowers in the house.
I wanted to share some of the ways in which friends and flowers are loving me through this most horrible period in my life!
Bill died early on a Wednesday morning. Beginning the following week, someone left a bouquet of fresh flowers on my front porch every Wednesday morning. When I opened the front door, there they would be! Beautiful, gorgeous flowers. Something different every week. At first I had no idea who it was and it took a few weeks to catch her in the act, but I finally did. She tells me that “someday,” it will stop, but to this day, I still receive fresh flowers every Wednesday. I cannot begin to tell you how special this is and what it has meant to me.
Although virtually impossible for me to choose a favorite flower, tulips rank right up there. Bill knew very well how much I loved PURPLE tulips. He died on March 18 and the tulips began blooming very soon afterwards. I took a walk one day near our condo and came upon what is always a bed of beautiful tulips. Only two were blooming that day – two perfect purple ones! I literally fell to the ground in a puddle of tears. It was awful, yet cleansing.
Purple Tulips - March 30, 2015
Getting through the tulip blooming season was difficult and I am grateful to a dear friend who made the annual pilgrimage with me to see the tulips at Biltmore. It you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you’ve seen many pictures of Bill and I in the gardens at Biltmore with the tulips. You also saw pictures of us in the Biltmore gardens with the mums (mums and iris were HIS favorites) in the fall! Thankfully, Bill was able to make both trips in 2014 and I am grateful for the last pictures I have that he took in the gardens at Biltmore.
Biltmore Gardens - April 26, 2014
Bill's last trip to Biltmore - October 12, 2014
He took this picture of the mums he loved so much!
Unfortunately, my meltdowns in public places over the memories brought on by flowers were not over! Another of my favorites is Gerbera Daisies. Shortly after the tulip incident, I was with my mother in Walmart and we happened upon some beautiful planters of Gerbera Daisies. Deciding they would make me smile, I chose one and made it to the checkout line, but when the clerk looked at me and said, “how beautiful,” I burst into tears. It scared the poor lady to death. I am so grateful that my mom was there to explain. Needless to say, we got out of there quickly, but my Gerbera has thrived!
Early spring at our old house!
See the tulips and gerberas? - April, 2013
There is an amazing grower of Daylilies not far from our home. They primarily sell via the internet, but have a festival each year near the end of June. The same friend (she’s a real trooper) went with me to the Daylily Festival this year and we came away with our “free” daylily. She gave me hers and I planted both in what I’ve decided will be Bill’s Daylilly Garden in my front yard! He had nurtured a gorgeous garden of Daylillys at our old home and I now regret not bringing some of them along. But I can still hear Bill’s sweet voice saying, “no, we will start a new one!” So that’s exactly what I have done.
Oakes Daylily Farm - Corryton, TN
June 26, 2015
And then last, but certainly not least, I made a new memory last Thursday. My new friend (see my last post), Tami, and I learned almost simultaneously via Facebook of huge fields of sunflowers in the Forks of The River Wildlife Management Area near our homes. This is actually an area near my OLD home that I’ve walked hundreds of times and of which you’ve seen many pictures through the years. Since I am not often around during the heat of the summer, I was not aware of the planting and growth of these fields of sunflowers. Just look and judge for yourself! What joy this brought me and what pleasure to share a new memory with yet another friend.
Sunflowers at Forks of the River WMA
Flowers and friends.
One is a little thing.
The other is a HUGE thing.
Putting the two together bring me joy.
July 7, 2015
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Middle Prong Trail - Great Smoky Mountain National Park
July 6, 2015
(all pictures in this post were taken yesterday on Middle Prong Trail)
There is no rhyme or reason to this thing called grief. And certainly no way to prepare for it. Bill and I tried to be present and helpful to those around us that were grieving. We never tried to pretend that we knew how they felt or what they were experiencing because we didn’t. Until 2010, we had never even suffered the death of a parent. To say I was not ready is an understatement. But then, are we ever ready? I think not.
I am closing in on 3 ½ months that Bill has been gone. The ability to draw a deep breath is beginning to return, but the depth of emotion surrounding my moments just remains so tentative. One moment, I feel strong and able to cope. The next, I may very well be on the living room floor sobbing.
I am becoming better able to contain my emotions in public places and have either learned which places to avoid or have come to terms with others and are able to go there, conduct my business and get out. For example, I truly began to believe I was going to have to change grocery stores. I spent HOURS scouring the aisles for things Bill might be able to eat plus our pharmacy is also located within the grocery store. Just entering that store reduced me to tears and I can’t tell you how many times I simply had to turn around and walk out. But it is a prototype store with all sorts of options that the others in our town don’t have and I was determined. It was worth persevering and I finally conquered it. I just know to stay away from the aisle where the Ramen Noodles are located. Nasty, I know, but one of the few things he could eat consistently and probably the last year of his life, he ate at least one daily! I could give other examples of places we go on a daily basis that we never think twice about until we associate it with grief or pain.
I want to continue sharing this journey of mine with you for this reason. Do not feel sorry for me (although I’ll certainly take your warm thoughts and prayers), but use my words to help you walk with others through their own struggles. Most of you are not physically able to put your arms around me and cry with me, but you CAN do that for people near you. Pay attention every moment of every day. Someone beside you in the grocery store may desperately need a smile or just eye contact that says, “I care.”
Blogging came home to me once again in a very personal way today. I don’t remember who found whom first, but I have been reading Tami’s Blog, Hiking To the Heights, for some time now. She has been so kind to keep up with me even during those long periods I went without posting to the blog. We knew we lived in the same general area near the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. But get this…….through a picture I posted on Facebook, Tami put two and two together and we realized we live less than ½ mile from each other.
We met yesterday for the first time and enjoyed a beautiful walk in the woods together. She is well into a quest to complete all the trails in the park and her hiking ability right now is way out of my league, but that didn’t matter. We sauntered up Middle Prong Trail and had a great time getting to know each other while gazing at the gorgeous water running wildly after the torrential rains we’ve been having. As has been the case with each Blog friend I’ve met, the conversation flowed freely and comfortably. I believe there is a friendship there that began when she reached out from the pages of her blog and said, “I care.”
One week ago, I spent a relaxing day on the back deck of another Blog friend, Betsy from Tennessee, whom I first met in person some time ago. Betsy is retired, but spent many years ministering to people in a church setting and although she probably wouldn’t refer to herself as a “counselor,” her words and demeanor (not to mention her ability to allow me to shed copious amounts of tears) have been therapeutic. Last week, I actually invited myself to spend the day with her which shows the level of comfort I feel.
Don’t ever imagine that friendships forged through blogging aren’t “real!”
Monday, June 29, 2015
Clingmans Dome - Great Smoky Mountain National Park
May 8, 2015
I wish I could meet each of you individually to hug and thank you for the precious feedback to my last post. It wasn’t easy to write or to post, but you are important to me and I am so grateful that you have stuck with me through well over a year now of very sporadic posting. The spirit is willing and wants to write, but the act of sitting down and doing it remains overwhelming. I often write posts in my head while I walk each day, but then simply can’t find the motivation to put it on paper once I’m back at home.
Three months have come and gone. I wake up, I breathe, I do the next thing, I cry, I conduct business, I help my mother, I try to take care of myself, I pray (A LOT!) and I wonder how it is remotely possible that I can ever be “OK” again.
One thing is for sure…..without the firm foundation of faith, family and friends, I cannot imagine how anyone survives the horror of losing their spouse.
FAITH – You cannot have read my blog long without knowing that my Faith is the foundation on which my life is built. I don’t talk it about all the time and certainly don’t try to push my beliefs on anyone else without first establishing a relationship in which we share together with mutual respect. But without my certainty that there is an eternity beyond this mortal life, that I will spend it with my Creator on a recreated Earth the way it was originally meant to be and that Bill, my dad, my grandparents and others are waiting for me, I cannot imagine surviving this grief.
FAMILY – Our family is small, but we are strong. My mom, Bill’s mom and I all now share the bond of being widowed and we lean on each other heavily. My sister is two hours away and comes as often as she can.
FRIENDS – What can I say about this amazing support system of friends that I have? To this very day, it is my choice to eat a meal alone or spend an evening alone. There is always an invitation to be with someone. For the first eight weeks after Bill died, this was truly what saved me. I could not bear to be alone and did not have the mental ability to plan where to go. My friends took over and did it for me. I had a calendar that simply told me where to go for lunch, with whom I was spending the afternoon and where to go for dinner. There are still two people who text every morning to make sure I'm up and every evening to ask how my day has been and if I'm ok. It has been an incredible act of sacrifice on the part of a huge network of people that brings tears to my eyes to even think about now. Gradually the day came when I would decide I wanted to spend a few hours alone, but there was always (and still is) a backup place to go or number to call.
So yes, three months have come and gone. Because of my faith, my family and my friends, I can laugh, I can sing, I can hike, I can be alone in my condo without falling apart, I can take short trips to do something I find pleasurable, I can read, I can play.
But even more important are the things I can give away or share with others…..my time, my story, my experience, my money, my ability to care on a level deeper than I could ever imagine, my compassion for those who are hurting or suffering, my hope for the future, my desire to love others as they have loved me.
I would love for you to share a time in your life
When friends came through for you in a
Way you didn’t expect!