Monday, December 18, 2006

Fade Out

Like a photograph that is very old the life I had before continues to fade a bit with time. The essence is still there. The feelings are there. The memories are there. The faces are still visible but time has stood still there while I move on.

With love and fondness I can hold a photograph close to my heart and now and again tears may fall or the corners of my mouth may curl in a smile.

I can always go back there and visit but I can't stay there for I am still moving forward reaching for the next breath and the next adventure while the memory is frozen in time. The next photographs are forming and then later they too will be remembered and enjoyed. Nothing stays the same and every thing is transient.

We can never go back except in our minds and memories. But we can go forward and begin to create more memories.

No one claims it is easy but it is doable.

Brenda Elliott December 18, 2006 On our wedding anniversary.

Friday, December 15, 2006

IN REMBERANCE




Fading blue jeans, fading light,
Fading pictures, fading night
Time leaves traces but only this
Memories of laughter and first kiss

Etched deeply now and quick to the core
Echoing sounds of never more
Tears of sadness and some of joy
As I remember man and boy

A wonderful gift he came to me
Bound with string and yet so free
A late romance laced with hope
But too soon gone and I must cope

His smile so sweet; eyes blue and bright
A presence to carry me through this night
We now abide in different places
While my heart fingers fading traces
--
Brenda A. Elliott November 1, 2006


Monday, December 11, 2006

THE MANY FACES OF GRIEF

Grief happens everytime we lose some thing or some one that is important to us. It doesn't have to be the death of a loved one before we can experience grief.

Today I noticed that when tears come upon me they carry with them a different feel or tone no matter how it may seem that it is one and the same thing. Within the grief or feeling are many layers. I suppose if you could sense, hear or feel a vibrational wave with each you would then be better able to detect the subtle differences.

For example, sometimes when I grieve it is nothing but pure and simply missing Ron. I miss his touch or being able to touch him. I miss the embraces, the conversations we had, playing Scrabble, taking a walk together, hearing his voice, sharing a meal, holding hands, and all the things couples enjoy with one another.

At times what I am feeling is an emptiness, a loneliness, or not having a sense of purpose or direction because he was my point of reference for everything I did. Everything revolved around my relationship with him.

Memories come up sometimes when I least expect them and I realize we can make no more memories. Never again and this thought can overwhelm me if I am not careful.

There are other gradients of sadness, anger, self-pity, fear, and emptiness that come and go.

When I can let go, there is a peace and an acceptence that some times surprises me but it gives me hope that in time I will not be so reactive to these things that well up inside of me.

Grief is grief and it wears many faces. Any time there is any loss - a friendship, a job, a dream, a hope, or even our tangible things that may be destroyed or lost to us somehow - we go through grief to some extent which brings with it many emotions and feelings that overlap and these are not easily sorted out one from another.

Pain is pain. We can give it our respect whether it is ours or someone else's, entertain it for a while, but then we need to let it go. We have to say goodbye and sometimes we have to do this over and over until it transforms into a new way of being and thinking. A drug addict or alcoholic has to develop a new way of thinking and of being without the drug or alcohol. It is no different when we have lost our job, a loved one, our home, our purpose and so on. Things are not the same.

We have to feel what we are feeling, we have to go through it to get through it until we can let go and to begin to make for ourselves a comfortable place again. One by one the faces of grief will be addressed and released and like a butterfly climbing out of its cocoon, we will be free again.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

LETTING GO

Every time something changes, every time something goes out of my life, I have a choice to let go or resist letting go and causing myself some grief.

This past week the critter (I still suspect beaver) got the rest of Ron's rose bushes, his sister took the El Camino, and today his youngest daughter drove off in his Honda. Each of these had a tie to Ron* and each were another piece of my memory of our life together. I can't do anything about the rose bushes and I didn't need or want the El Camino per se. I have a car so I don't need the Honda either. It isn't a matter of needs or wants or a matter of what makes sense. Little by little another piece of my former life is being chipped away. The chipping hurts but if I can let go, there is peace. In between experiencing the loss and the letting go, there is a space, a hole, that begs to be filled. There are many things people can use to fill these holes – many of these are more harmful than good. But letting go begins the healthy process of filling the holes.

If we live long enough we get to practice letting go many, many times. We can either become bitter and compressed or we can learn to let go and expand and open ourselves to blessings ahead.

As I am typing this, a picture and memory came into my head out of the blue. A few years ago about this time of year, Ron and I had taken a trip. He bought a throw pillow for me that he said that suited me. On it were printed the words, "Joy frees the Spirit". I think this memory came to me as I was writing to remind me that joy is found in letting go and Joy frees the Spirit. It isn't easy to do but the alternative is to be sad or angry. Joy is so much better and worth the effort – every time.

*http://cancervigil.blogspot.com/