Saturday, October 1, 2016

Capture Your Grief


This month is Child Loss/ Pregnancy Loss/ Infant Loss awareness.  For many people it is an uncomfortable subject to talk about.  I've heard from so many people words and phrases like, "Sorry" "oh" "I'm afraid to make you cry" and so forth.

Jamie and I have dealt with loss of friendships since Faithie passed away.  It has crushed our spirits many times over.  We wish our friends would have been able to withstand the uncomfortableness of child loss.

This month Jamie and I are going to do this "Capture your Grief".  Today was a Sunrise Dedication.  Here is what we were supposed to do: 

1. SUNRISE DEDICATION Let us celebrate the beginning of this healing month by waking up early to watch the sunrise wherever we in the world. Step outside into the fresh air and take some time to breathe the sunrise in. Watch all of the colours of your world transform before your eyes.  Spend some time reflecting upon what you want your intention for this month to be. Maybe even come up with a word for your intention so that you can write it down and revisit it each day. If there is no visible sunrise in your part of the world because of the weather, that is okay, this is life and mother nature. All that matters is that you take the time out of your day to be with us all in spirit and make space for a new beginning. Take a photograph of your sunrise where you are right now and if you post it online share what State/Country you are in and the time of the sunrise. You can google the sunrise time in your part of the world and set your alarm if you are a sleepy head like me. Send some love out to everyone else in the world who is grieving the death of a child and remember those gone before us who were made to grieve in silence. We honour these people too.

We missed Day One.  I must admit in our lives we have never been very good at wanting to rise in the morning, especially Jamie.  Tomorrow we've decided to start this journey together.  I look forward to it.  I'm hoping it'll bring us even closer and allow each of us to show the other our silent grief. 

What do I mean by silent grief?  I mean we don't always share our tears with each other or our thoughts.  We too sometimes do what others to do us; forget to share because of being afraid to upset the other and make them cry.  

SO that is what I hope gain the most from this....

We may skip a day or two but as long as we do it together....

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Faithie's Room


Worst sight right now 😢 Faithie your ceiling is getting fixed today and we had to empty your room.  The curtains made years ago and up until today were taken down.

I would be fine if I knew your room would be filled back up with not just some of your stuff but with you as well. Oh how my heart wishes you were here to watch. I can just see you covering your ears as you watch the carpenter saw out the dry wall.  I can hear you saying in your scripted voice, "He's fixing it!"

I just don't know what to do with your room. As of right now I've used it to store miscellaneous stuff.  At one time I had your room completely messy from the different items I put in there. It took Daddy and  me hours to clean my mess.

After it was cleaned we put the queen mattress in there.  Your room has been a guest room since then.

Mema and Papa and Aunt Jerri use your room for a place to sleep.  Aunt Jerri said it felt a little weird knowing you used to sleep and play in there but now no longer.

 I wanted to put off fixing your ceiling for as long as possible because I don't want the paint job Daddy did for you ruined. The carpenter will be careful of the paintedd walls but the ceiling is ruined at the edge so most likely it'll be ruined a little.  Or maybe not at all. And that would mean I'm borrowing unnecessary sadness.

Daddy and I want to keep the paint job and your room a little girlie for a long while.  We're not ready to make it a true guest room or an office.

We discussed it yesterday that the only way we will paint the room a different color is if your Mema and Papa decide to live with us.  Until that day your room will always be known as Faithie's room.
I love you Faith Elizabeth ALWAYS and FOREVER.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Everyone has a cave room right?


I haven't written in awhile.  Summer has been moving so quickly.  

Today I woke up heart hurting.  I miss you so much Faith Elizabeth that it hurts to breathe every now and then today.  I'm in my room hiding from the chaos and noise of the day.  All I've managed to do is force myself to take a shower and dress in clothes for in case Daddy makes me go somewhere.  

I'm in love with the darkness of my room.  It feels cozy and safe.  I don't have to pretend in here.  I think your brothers and Daddy must know I need quiet.  They normally barge in my room to talk to me.  Today they have left me alone.

Alone with my thoughts on how much I miss you.  I'm angry that you're not here but it's a silent anger.  It releases itself in my dreams.  Last night when my heart finally let me sleep I dreamt of many people who've hurt me in the past and told them exactly how I felt.  I wish it had made me feel better when I woke up but the heart pain of you being gone remained.

There is no magic pill or oil or book that can take away the hurt in the heart that comes from losing a child.  I sort wish there was.  Faithie I want to come to Heaven and hold you in my arms.  I want to kiss you all over and take in your scent.  I want to fight with you about hair brushing.  I want you in family pictures.  I WANT YOU!!

Yesterday I created a wall hanging of your brothers and Daddy and me.  I hung it up.  Immediately guilt and sadness bombarded me.  You should be in the family picture.

  You should be hugging me in it.  You should be here but you are not.  I know there is nothing to feel guilty about by hanging the picture but I do.  Yet I won't take it down because we are a physical family of four.  Your brothers need me to keep moving forward.

And I will do that but today Faithie I want to stay in a hole.  Correct that.  I want to stay in the comfort of my "cave room" as your brother Elijah puts it.


I love you ALWAYS and FOREVER!!
Daddy and I both miss you.



Saturday, May 7, 2016

Who would you have lunch with?

Last week I went to a women's retreat sponsored by my church.  They had an ice breaker game with a small bag of M&M's.  The game required you to pull out an M&M and depending on the color you would answer a question about yourself. 

For example the green one asked you to tell three fears you have.  I can tell you my three fears but one has already come true. My three fears are losing a very close loved one, dying by fire, and developing Alzheimer's.

The Blue one was what good choice did you make today.  My good choice, I did pull this one out, was making sure my cats had food before I left.  I didn't want them to starve and I wasn't worried about preparing my boys for my being gone.  They have handle it many times over now.

The brown one was tell about a pet or family member.  I shared this because I picked this one too.  I shared about how my friend Jerri had a cat phone sound and played it for Lacy our dog.  Lacy just stared at it like hmmmm what's that?  Tiger, my cat, was stressed by the sound.  She hissed and her fur rose and she prepared for an attack.

The yellow one, which I didn't pull, was share your favorite movie.  I have many favorites.
In the 1960's my favorite movie is The Sound of Music.  I love Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory from the 70's.  I will watch all the Star Wars movies and yes even Episodes 1-3. All of the Lord of the Rings movies from the 2000's are great. The Princess Bride and The Laybrinth are my favorite 80's movies and from the 90's I love Armageddon.  I guess I am a lover of movies and could go on and on and make this list bigger and bigger.

I don't remember what the red one asked but I do know what the orange one wanted us to share.  It wanted us to share who would we have lunch with past or present.  I ate that one and all the other oranges in my bag.  It was the first M&M I pulled out and Jerri said, "soooo who are you going to say?"  It would have seemed obvious and Faithie would have been my choice.  At the time it was my choice and I didn't want to share that with everyone.  My heart wasn't ready to share with the women who didn't know my daughter had passed and receive the "Oh I'm so sorry" comments.

Over the last week I've have thought more about who I would have lunch with. I would love to eat with Faithie but knowing she would go back to Heaven when we were done kills my heart.  It hurts my heart deeply every time I dream about her. I'm so physically drained when I wake up. I always know she cannot crossover from my dream and stay with me.

There are many actor/actresses I think would be interesting to eat with but they really are not important enough for me to give my time up. 

One of the past presidents I would love to eat with is Franklin D. Roosevelt. I would love to pick his brain about how much he felt people should rely on the government for everything.  Would he be pleased with how the welfare system is going today or would he be disappointed?  How does he feel about the current political parties?  Does he feel embarrassment like I do with both? Pride?  Anger? Joy?  What would he think America should do today regarding so many issues that were not relevant then.

The other topic I would love to talk to him about is his disability.  He was stricken with Polio and developed paralysis from the waist down.  I've read how determined he was to walk short distances and to never give up hope that he would be able to walk someday.  I admire that in him.  What I don't admire was his embarrassment of his disability.  It was known that he was careful never to be seen using his wheelchair in public, and great care was taken to prevent any portrayal in the press that would highlight his disability.  I think he could have been such an amazing role model for those who suffered from any form of disability.  I would love to tell him about my daughter and how she, like him, fought against her disability and fought to find her place.  She never shied away from challenges.  I think he and Faithie would have gotten along wonderfully.

But all of those I've mentioned are not the ones I want to have lunch with. I would love to have lunch with someone living but go to a past date.  My choice is "The Kid."  He has become a part of our family without ever meaning too.  I would take us back to November 7th, 2014 and go to Olive Garden.  I love Olive Garden and would hope he likes it too.

We would learn about each other and discover what likes and dislikes we have.  I would find out about his fiancé and how they found each other. He would tell me about finishing Pharmacy school and his dreams for afterwards.  I would tell him about my family and make each person real to him.  I really believe it would be a great lunch.

Before we finished I would share with "The Kid" that when he leaves to go exercise tonight to run late.  I would say try leaving at 6:00 instead of ten minutes before.  There will be an accident if you leave before and my Princess would be killed. 

But if by chance you leave early and the accident happens please don't blame yourself.  Know that my husband and I will forgive you the night of the accident.  We will be concerned for your well being along with ours.  My family will each have different opinions of you.  My oldest will be angry with you until he meets you a year later. He will ask us many different times during the year, "Why didn't he wait a few more seconds before going?"  Once he meets you he will say to us, "The Kid seems like a good guy."

My youngest really won't talk about you.

Jamie and I will talk a lot about you and how we feel at such peace knowing we forgave you.  We both would tell you at this lunch, because I am sure Jamie would be there too, please never play the "what if" game.  If you haven't yet, find the love of Jesus and allow him in your heart.   Please share how love will bring you through.

And finally we would hug and go our separate ways.  I know I would feel good about this lunch and when the accident happens later in the day I will know that "The Kid" will feel as heart broken as us but will find his way, just like we are doing everyday.

So that is who I would have lunch with.  Who would you have lunch with?

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Friendships

Do you really want to know what hurts the most since Faithie passed (her passing is an obvious one)?  The lack of love and support.

I've heard people say "I'm afraid I'm going to upset you or make you cry."  Jamie and I have always been open and have said many times over "that's better than silence."  I know people are uncomfortable around someone who has lost someone.  Yet their inability to talk or text hurts those they are trying not to hurt.  

When our girl left I was overwhelmed by all the love and support.  It helped us move forward at the most difficult time in our married life. As time went on people just stopped calling or coming over or inviting us over.  They went away just like Faithie.

What really hurt was I found out they just became "too busy" to text, send a Facebook message, call or show up.  It has hurt more than I've let on.  I tried to restore friendship with one but was given the "I've been really too busy". Whatever you're on Fakebook.  Why not drop a line? You have time for that right? I think it would have been better to say, "I'm not able too give you what you need in friendship right now.  Please know that I care but must disconnect."  I think that's better than the "I've been so busy."  It would still hurt but at least we would know where we stand and understand the silence then.

It's been 10 years that I've lived here and yet have not seemed to be able to make a close connection with anyone.  I think it's me but I don't know what it is about me or about us.

I think it may have been people were not sure about Faith and her autism.  They were probably a little afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing.  I can understand that a little. But as time has gone on the friendships have still not stayed solid. 

I left our old church because of the lack of friends.  It's hard going somewhere where you're just not connecting.  

The same issue is happening at our church now. We thought friendships were forming but they've all stopped.  I just don't even want to go to church anymore. 

For the few who've been there and have stayed there thank you.  I wish you were closer though.

I'm going to delete people to only family and a few people I think I can trust with my heart.  I don't want pity friends.  

I just wanted to let you know ahead of time why ypu were deleted.  This way you can't complain to others on Fakebook about being deleted and have no clue why.

I think death shows people their true colors. 


My Dad who I never think is right happens to be right about friends.  He always told me as I was growing up, "Heather friends come and go.  So don't bother about becoming attached."

And oh I wish my Princess was here.  I'd still be lonely for a close friendship here but at least I would have my Princess.


Sunday, February 28, 2016

Life's Journey

Hmmm.... Life is a journey without a map or gps.  When you've figured out your path life throws in a hazard of some sort and it detours you.
For me I always thought I'd be a teacher and went to Indiana Wesleyan University for this.  I walked away without a teaching degree for reasons.  I did walk away with a best friend of 20 years this May.


I married and became a stay at home mom.  It wasn't my desire to become one but it was where I was needed.  I'm so forever grateful that I had that opportunity.

Yet I still felt a desire to do something but didn't know what. For years I've asked God what do you think or want me to do and for years I've never felt any real direction.

I tried school in September 2014 and entered social work.  Then this journey called Life threw my family the worst hazard by Faithie, our sweet princess, dying from a car accident and going to Heaven.  Somehow I was able to finish school with 2 A+. It felt wonderful to finish and accomplish that semster.  It gave me a sense of pride and confidence. When I tried to go back to school in January I was too lost and broken hearted. I even began to doubt if going into the social work was the right choice.


For so many wonderful, roller coaster years I was Faithie's momma.  Now I feel a loss to my identity. Also a desire to do anything left. My two boys and husband are the reasons I wake up and move forward.  They are my heart and motivation. They love me so much and I love them beyond words.

Yet I need something for me right?  Passion? Desire? Motivation? Work? Write? Paint? Craft? God, my Daddy, what is it? Please make it so clear that there is no doubt.
Confession time family and friends: I've stopped taking care of myself.  It is a good week if I shower more than 2 to 3 times. I wear yoga pants and leggings around the house and even out. I don't brush my hair daily unless I'm going to therapy.

Before this hazard of life I took much beter care of myself. It's because I truly simply don't care about me or what others think or the energy to care.  Jamie wants me to care.  So I for the first time ever I allowed my hair dresser to give me Copper Red highlights. I've never had highlights.

Tonya my hairdressers name and we first met her in December.  We immediately connected.  She told me then and yesterday "You need to take care of yourself first."  She has been a blessing.  She helped me feel beautiful and worthy.  So I'm going to try everyday to love myself and take mental and physical care of myself. It's a positive step in moving forward in this Life.


Now I just need to figure what to do with my life.  I have a huge heart and love people.  Hmmmmm..... Tired hazards but So thankful for my family and friends.

Thanks for reading... I know it may seem rambly but I thought I'd share since it's been awhile.

Then I come after after typing this blog post and immediately feel back to that blue don't care feeling..... SMALL steps


Monday, October 12, 2015

Daddy's Hurt Too

 
I found this poem today and it truly represents my husband.  He tries to be strong but I know he's hurting inside.  Jamie is also suffering from PTSD from the accident and thankfully is going to therapy.  He keeps things inside too much in order to protect me from hurting more.  I am so thankful he has been opening up to me over the last few months. 
 
He misses Faithie too. 
 
 People just don't understand we, those who are grieving,  need their friends to stick around after the initial tragedy.  The unfortunate thing from what I have personally discovered is people disappear.  I accepted it fine but it has hurt my husband and has made him angry.  My heart hurts to watch him struggle.  I love him so much and would take it all away if I could: ALL of it.

 Daddy's Grieve Too

 People don't always see
the tears a dad cries,
His heart is broken too 
when his child dies.
 
He tries to hold it together
and be strong,
Even though his world's gone wrong.
 
He holds his wife as her tears fall,
Comforts her through it all,
He goes through his day doing 
what he's supposed to do,
 
But a piece of his heart has been
ripped away too.
So when he's alone he lets out his pain,
And his tears come like falling rain,
His world has crashed in around him,
 
And a world that was once bright
has gone dim.
He feels he has to be strong for others,
But Dads hurt too, not just the Mothers,
 
He searches for answers
but none are to be found,
He hides behind a mask
when he is feeling down.
 
He smiles through his tears,
He struggles and holds in his fears,
But what you see on the outside
is not always real,
 
Men don't always show how they really feel.
So I'd like to ask a favor of you,
The next time you see a mother hurting
over the loss of her child,
 
please remember.....a Dad hurts to
 

The Beginning of a girl named Faith

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when Jamie decided it was time to try for second child. Our little boy was napping in his room.  The day was...