***in the spirit of this post I’ve left it unedited.
I’ve been thinking about this death, grief, life and recovery-from-it-all-thing. After 22 days of being in a snarky and angry state I will speak.
December sucks. December sucks worse than raw lemons. December has been my undoing this year. Why? I have first lived through our anniversary day. Now I must face Christmas alone for the first time in my life. This must be faced alone because that is how growth intends for it to be: I can’t run form it. Growth isn’t easy. Deep growth requires that we look at painful stuff head on and go through it alone. Some things just are.
In my closet the Christmas decorations are in a large box. The tree is packed away in a box and secured to the pipes that run through the house. It could be reached but I have no desire to inflict the pain on myself. I do have a smaller tree that sits atop a cabinet. This I’ve decorated with the few things that Jon and I have purchased or been given. Amsterdam, Salzburg, a wedding present…these items represent the sacred. It isn’t that the sacred is not on the large tree it is rather that I know that putting up that larger tree is not a place I can take myself emotionally. Well, maybe next year.
I just want this to go away. I want it over with. The season to me is dead. It hurts to be alone with this and there is no fix for it. People don’t try to fix it. This fix that I have to wade through is only for me, myself and I. I’m not afraid of doing the wading as I’ve done lots of wading through awful stuff in the past year plus several months.
In talking with others who are making the journey to someplace else after being left by a loved one who completed suicide I’m finding that at least I’m not alone: this is common. Some of us know what we want or need and some of us don’t have a clue. We all want it gone.
I’m finding that family and friends distance themselves because, for the most part, they don’t really understand what to say. SAY ANYTHING. Say that you love me, that you care! Say it with cookies and chocolate. Say it with an Audible gift card. Say it with a phone call or an e-mail. JUST SAY SOMETHING and don’t run from me. Don’t run from us. We don’t have the plague! We’re surviving the worst death that can be had. We’re sorting out a mess of trauma and conflicted thought. We’re doing it when the world is getting happy. We’re doing it as many of you are busily wrapping gifts to place under trees that for some of us will not be decorated. We just want to get through it. We don’t want to think about the missing gifts, the person who should be present but that is no longer at the table. And yet, we remember. We can’t stop remembering and the tears that are bitter come.
For us our landscapes have changed: permanently. We can’t get it back, and in my case I wouldn’t want it back because of what Jon suffered.
I miss the sneakiness of the plans. I miss the thoughtfulness of finding his gift. I miss his joy of opening it up. I miss him torturing me with the suspense of hiding something delightful from me until Christmas morning...he was so good at that. It is no more.
In time December will take a new form in my mind and my heart. For right now it is bleak, empty and frozen. Raw seems to be the theme for now. It is raw at its worst and soft at its best. It has to stand in this manner right now.
In the future I will create a new landscape that is uniquely mine but fo r this year I must get through the hell that is: raw.
From The Netherlands Peace to all and to all a good 2018