It was a very emotional day. I rode my WildFire on the beach, even a few steps into the Atlantic Ocean. I missed my son so much. He loved the ocean. Our last days together, were spent by the ocean. I wanted to call him, to text him photos – to hear his laugh – instead, I searched the sky for signs. I believe he was there with me.
I am nearly 60 years old, and I visited Disney World for the first time just a few days ago. I must be honest, it wasn’t the experience I expected. Maybe it is my age, or maybe it is the grief and depression clouding my perception. The Disney “experience” was eye-popping!! The buildings and grounds were beautiful. The costumes and parades were phenomenal. The prices were outrageous. Every possible inch of space was consumed by someone. I observed many hot, sweating, tense, tired adults and several over-stimulated, tired, squalling children. I was just over-whelmed – crowded – almost panicky.
My heart went out to the performers who provided an awe-inspiring spectacle, despite over bearing heat. I cannot imagine how they managed those sweet, joyful smiles while dancing in those hot costumes under a blazing sun. I pledge my respect and admiration to their talent, professionalism, and commitment.
Our little group made our way inch-by-inch through the throng and into an eatery, already clogged with humanity, some happy and friendly, many not so much. I studied the faces of the cafeteria employees. Bergens. Yep. Bergens. If you have seen the move, TROLLS, you know the Bergens. Bergens are sad, unhappy souls that trudge about through their day. These poor workers looked so hot, tired, stressed – trudging. Without thinking, I started singing a portion of the song when I heard from behind me “….It’s coming on, It’s coming on….” I suddenly realized two people in the line were singing with me!
We exchanged a quick knowing glance and giggle. Then, I kind of felt bad – the cafeteria employees are probably really nice, hard working people just trying to get through a hot, difficult day. Some people in the line in front of me were short, cross, and just down right rude. Imagine a whole day of that!! I made it a point to be kind, to smile, and to say “Thank you. Have a great day.” One of five smiled back, made eye contact – and I cheerily added “I appreciate you – thank you so much.”
OK, crossing Disney World off my list – for now. Maybe I will try again in a few years. Right now, I am so glad to be back on my farm where I belong!!
I used to be afraid of flying – never wanted to look out the window. But, since I lost my precious son – the worst has already happened to me. I just don’t have the fear anymore. Maybe I just don’t care – but here I am looking out the window (Sorry, it is a dirty window). I am looking for you, Son – signs, anything. Each cloud formation, each ray of sun – I search. Is that you? I miss you.
I am afraid I do not know the name of this purple flower, but I love the colorful blooms. It is a hardy, tall fellow – standing up to Virginia drout and sun. My husband and I sat on our “memory” bench and enjoyed the last of them
Now there is a huge dragon fly in our living room. I believe this is a powerful, positive blessing and we will help guide our little visitor safely outdoors.
Holidays and Parties – for me – are definitely on the casualty list. I used to love parties and family gatherings. In the fall, we would always build a huge bond fire and invite family and friends to the farm. We would eat my husband’s chili, roast hots dogs and marshmallows – just enjoy.
I have not hosted or attended a party since losing my son – I just struggle being around groups of people. Truthfully, I cannot get “in the mood” to host a party and I don’t want to attend some one else’s party and bring down their mood.
Has anyone else experienced the awkwardness of the grief journey? The isolation? When I encounter people, acquaintances who either do not KNOW or I do not see on a regular basis – there is an awkwardness in our interaction. I can tell it is on their mind and they feel uncomfortable – and I feel uncomfortable. Conversation just feels “forced”.
Holidays and party days are ahead – AGAIN. If I muster the courage to accept invitations, will I would be socializing with people I have not seen since my son’s memorial service? Will they feel uncomfortable? Will I be a dark cloud on the party?
I cry privately. I grieve privately. I work to always maintain my composure in any public situation. I do not want to burden others. What to do? Go? Say no?
Met a new friend scurrying down my drive way. Don’t worry. I gathered my little friend up and moved him to safety. As a child, I remember my Mom telling me these little Woolie worms could predict the severity of the weather based on their color. Can’t remember exactly, if it was black or orange that meant a bad winter. Maybe it is silly to stop my car to move a little fuzzy caterpillar, but – hey, GOD made caterpillars too – and besides, it is healing to stop and visit with nature for a little while. The grief is always with me, but moments like this strengthen me. Does anyone know what kind of little critter this is??
I am a responsible adult. I work hard and I care about doing a good job. I need to stay current in my field, so I am attending a professional conference. The speakers are very knowledgeable and interesting. I focus intensely on their speech – then moments later I find my mind has wondered off! This is the typical conversation between WORK ME and my NAUGHTY mind:
WORK: “Naughty mind. Get back here and focus.’
NAUGHTY: “OK – I am focused on the speaker. He has brown hair. He looks like a horse trainer I saw last week. I wonder if my horse….”
WORK: “Stop that!! Get back here and listen. This is important.”
NAUGHTY: “Oh, Yes. OK. It is important. Hey, did I finish that assessment due tomorrow. That is important. I need….”
WORK: “Now cut that out! This is crazy. You are a dedicated professional. Discipline!! Be disciplined and listen!!”
NAUGHTY: “Alright already!! I am listening. Chill! Oh look, there is a picture of a kitty in the presentation….”
WORK: “I give up! Where is the coffee?”
I don’t think I want to talk to mind anymore today.
I teach an evening class. By the time the class is over, it is near the end of a very long day. As I walked to my car last week, I was mesmerized by the night sky. At first, I saw a turtle looking at the moon. Then I saw a dragon, trying to swallow the moon. That is the enchanting beauty of the sky, we can all see something different.
You ever have days you just can’t win? At the last minute, I needed to take my husband to the doctor. I had to call work and let them know I would be late. Then, I felt guilty about leaving my work team hanging – I am old-school dependable. I am ol’ reliable, at work 20 minutes early. But not today.
My husband kept apologizing for needing me to drive, no matter how much I assured him it was OK. “I love you. I want to drive you. We are a team.” Then I felt guilty for making him feel guilty.
When I got him back home safe and sound, I felt guilty that I had to make haste and rush out the door to work – no time to throw the ball for Charlie dog or rub a puppy belly. They both looked so sad!!
That is my vicious circle. When I am at home, I feel guilty for missing work. When I am at work (two jobs), I feel guilty for neglecting home and farm chores. When I carve out ME time to ride my red mare, I still criticize myself for the To Do List I haven’t finished and the floors I didn’t mop. Then, I work myself into a silly state and get in a huge hurry. What does that accomplish?
I hurried by the gas station and slammed my finger in the car door. How dumb was that? So now I feel guilty, hasty, and ouchy! Why do I do this to myself?
But, I am still going riding tomorrow!!
I love critters, most critters. Let’s face it – I don’t love ticks and horse flies. But I am good with spiders and snakes and bats, oh my.
This little fellow is just a dandy little spider, doing his spider business – eating bugs. I know some people don’t like spiders, so I do apologize if this photo unnerves anyone.