Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Such a beautiful man.
I thought you would live forever.
I would gaze at your profile as you drove
Or while you slept.
Your heart was strong
I thought it would beat forever.
Listening to its measured beats
As I lay with my ear on your chest.
You had a look of surprise
The day that pain gave notice.
Back pain; you'd had it before,
It would pass in time.
It was the look in your eyes
When the pain first came
That I would remember later.
You knew then what was coming.
Denial for me was a refuge.
I never believed you would die.
Someone else, perhaps
But not you, not ever you.
You acquiesced so gracefully
As I fussed around you (and raged)
You kept all that you felt inside,
Sparing us; as you always had.
As Cancer took its toll,
You became more beautiful.
I could feel your spirit,
Radiating beyond perimeters of flesh.
I never knew until then
How strong your spirit was.
Me, so reliant on your mental and physical strength.
Thinking that was who you were.
You were still beautiful when we buried you.
Looking so much like the young man I met,
When our bodies were as young as spirit always is.
We thought we'd live forever.
You have found forever; wait there for me
When I have found a way to embrace life
With all of the joy and gratitude you had,
Maybe then I will be ready to join you .
Monday, January 14, 2013
I am going to copy the letter just as I wrote it in my "grief journal" not long after Jimmy died.
Dear Jimmy,
It has been almost four weeks since that awful morning that I found you dead on the floor of your bathroom. You fell and slipped quietly away while I slept unaware two floors above you. The coroner said you probably died around 2:00 a.m. At 2:58 that morning I felt a light tingling touch on my shoulder and as I began to sit up to turn around to see who had touched me I happened to notice that time on the clock radio on your Dad's nightstand. I then turned around and found Brianna standing quietly by my bed. She had never gotten out of her bed in the middle of the night before; but I picked her up and put her in my bed. I noticed she seemed quite wide-awake; but she finally settled down and we went to sleep.
The next afternoon; after all of it had unfolded; Heather asked Brianna "When did you last see Jimmy?" She said: "In the middle of the night, he came and played with me and laid in my bed." For some reason this didn't really register with me until a few days later when Brianna told me that you walked her in to mommy's room and said goodbye. It was then that I realized who had touched me to wake me...it wasn't Bri as she is too small to reach up that high on our tall bed...it had to be you. I knew you were there with your little sister; playing with her as you had in life, then bringing her to me as you said goodbye so she would not be left wide awake and wandering the house by herself! I will never forget the gentle, shy touch that woke me up that night.
Love, Mom.
The experiences I share in this blog are precious to me; and quite personal; but I share them in the hope that they will help someone else along the path of grief and loss.
Jimmy's dad was out of town when he died; I had to call him out of a business seminar and tell him the awful news. He then had to board a plane and ride home to Utah from Texas as he tried to process and deal with the terrible news of his oldest child's death. Ten years and one month later; Jim died at 55 of stomach cancer. I miss them both terribly; but take real comfort in knowing that they are now together.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
If time and space were where you are
I search for you from star to star
I’d ride a blazing comet through
the deepest wormhole to find you.
I’d sail across the Galaxy,
on solar winds sans gravity.
On alien planets I’d stop to look,
and peek in every cranny and nook.
I wouldn’t stop till I could see,
your loving eyes looking back at me.
But you’re not here, in time and space;
You slipped into another place.
It’s not a galaxy away,
It’s in my heart; and there you’ll stay.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
You
Such a small word.
Me
Even smaller.
I
Smaller still.
We
Bigger than I
Infinitely so.
Where did you go?
Where is the we
That used to be?
This is a poem I wrote after my husband died....I know he "lives" somewhere, somehow....but it is still so hard living without his physical presence. I miss him and our son sooooo much.