My Temporary Home
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
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Random Thoughts
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Hope Renewed
Friday, March 26, 2010
My Children
Monday, March 8, 2010
A New Focus
Friday, March 5, 2010
Reflection
I have enjoyed reading blogs for a long time now and wanted to begin one for myself. Mainly to spend some time every now and then reflecting on my life. Opening up and sharing my joys, my sorrows, my inner struggles and how I deal with them. For my own benefit mostly, but if I can speak to someone else through my thoughts then that is great too.
I have always been a writer. Especially in my senior year of high school I began to write daily. It was in Mrs. Myers creative writing class that I found my love for writing. She was one of those rare teachers who had captured the power of personal writing. It wasn't a class with lots of dos and don'ts but rather an open invitation to let go and share your heart through words. I grabbed on to that and ran free. Poetry was my passion and I filled notebook after notebook. I did that through my first 3 years of college. When I got super busy my senior year and met the love of my life I slowed down. I know now looking back how much of a mistake that was. For I have missed capturing so much of my life that I can never get back.
These days as I have struggled with the enormity of personal loss I have often penned my thoughts. Here is one of those writings:
In the dark chasm of grief one rises up ever so slowly to begin to live again. It isn’t easy for the journey is lonely and filled with raw, painful emotions. No one can ever be the same as they were before that moment happened. At best they learn to function partially damaged. Yet the world goes on around them.
After losing the love of my life on February 15, 2005 I wasn’t sure I could go on. The little things about Stephen that I missed so much assaulted my soul on a daily basis. For, he was the love of my life. I had invested 28 years with him. To suddenly, in 3 last breaths, watch him step out of this world into heaven was daunting.
Death is never friendly. It wraps itself around you and tries to rob you of your being. It is not fair or easy. It is not welcomed nor embraced. It is a cold, calculating blow to your soul.
For those whose loved one dies it becomes the ultimate path to many feelings of identity theft.
For who you were dissolves away. The person you lost, carried away with them, someone that you will never be again.
To expect those around you to understand is a huge disappointment. You must become a good forgiver for words will hurt, expectations will pierce you, and you will find it easier to retreat than to risk more pain. No one, not even someone who has faced a similar loss, can predict or understand your loss. They may offer ideas or counsel and some of it will help. Overall, the journey is yours to walk through alone.
I have walked this journey for 5 years and while I thought it would get easier in some ways it has been harder.
The first year you kind of walk around in a daze. There are papers to fill out, 100’s of decisions to be made. In my case there was a job I had to return to. You kind of go on auto-pilot. But then after all the “firsts” have happened you step back and realize that this is the way it will always be and it pierces you over and over.
The burning ache that starts in your throat, trickles down the middle of your stomach, feeling like a knife is cutting you in two is how I have felt grief most difficulty. I can not explain the things that trigger that to happen but I can tell you that it comes without warning and can linger for a long time. The frequency of my moments of grief has certainly lessened in the last 5 years. I have even remarried. Yet I still have times when grief returns unannounced, tears flow unexpectedly, and once again I have to learn to accept my loss and keep on keeping on. It sucks.
I guess what I want to say is never question the grief you see in others. Don't assume it means they are not moving on. We really are. Just remember that grief doesn't have an expiration date. Mainly that is because death doesn't end your love. That love lives on forever and that's why grief never totally goes away. We don't expect you to fix it or understand it. But don't think we should deny it or hide it. Love us and allow us to be who we are.
Mostly, we will always miss that person who meant the world to us--honor us by letting that be Ok.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Memories--Oh how sweet
I was reminded of what a great honor it was to have Grandpa Bob join our family. Though he was not our "blood" grandpa he was the best gift we could have ever received as grandchildren. He took on 19 of us and made us "his". I remember going fishing with him and I will never forget the time he helped me knit my first purple scarf. He loved grandma and made her happy. He had an infectious smile. I picture him most sitting in his recliner with Dudley (the chihuahua) in his shirt. They were inseparable.
I remember the day Grandpa died. It was 2 days after Christmas. He was working at a church breakfast when he realized he was not feeling well and tried to drive himself to the hospital. He made it only to the front of the hospital where he suffered a heart attack and died. What a loss for our family.
Grandma Cronkhite and I were close. I don't know why but we got along really well. I would spend hours with her playing "Hillbilly Canasta". It was so fun to be with her because she always had a fridge full of Pepsi and she loved to sneak "sugar" products even though she was diabetic. She always vowed me to secrecy from mom and her other kids. I kept her secret--I would have been a fool not to although it was partly my fault she never got her diabetes under control. I didn't fully understand that as a child.
I have such fond memories of Christmas Eve in Knoxville. We would eat a big dinner and grandma would have 1 gift for each of us. My most memorable gift was a huge stuffed dalmatian puppy. It sat on my bed for many years. With 19 grandchildren we were lucky to get 1. I appreciate that so much now that between Rick and I we have 15 grandchildren and I am sure there are more to come.
I have reconnected with many of my "Zimmerman" cousins. Kevin recently created "Tribe Zimmerman"--a special group on Facebook. It is fun to hear how everyone is doing and to feel somewhat a part of their lives again. Choosing to live in Oregon I don't see most of them unless I go home for a funeral. I hope to go home this summer and have a reunion.
I think of my sister Sheila who is the only cousin no longer alive. What fun she would have had with all these pictures and conversations. She was extremely social and provided my own children with fun and laughter. I am so glad she got to come to Oregon when Stephen died. It was the last time we saw each other. She was able to reconnect with my kids and they enjoyed her infectious personality.
I have many other thoughts swimming in this head of mine but I will close for now.
By the way, I chose the title for this blog "Temporary Home" because though this world has been my home almost 55 years I know that one day I will reach Heaven, my permanent home. I am so excited to be reunited with those who have gone before me. What a reunion that will be!