
My blog has been silent for sometime now, actually more than six months. I’ve felt that before I return to business on the blog I need, and want, to write about our family’s recent loss. However, making yourself sit down and express your feelings about the death of a family member is just plain hard, hence the months that have past.
On Christmas day, my mother-in-law, Carolyn passed away. It was then, and is still, difficult to believe how quickly everything happened. Early in the Fall, Carolyn was surprised to discover that she had cancer that was incurable. Over the past several years, she bravely faced multiple major surgeries and had battled her way through them and the recovery associated with each one. However, before the last diagnosis she was gaining strength and energy and feeling better. So, we were shocked.
During the times of her surgeries, I had the opportunity to help care for Carolyn. Often, it just meant being there with her but it was so much more. We had a lot of time to exhange stories, laugh together, and on a rare occasion shed some tears. Being in a situation in which you feel you have to carry so much more than you can really forces us to grow individually, grow closer together, and grow in Faith. Carolyn and I had very different personalities and the majority of the time our viewpoints about most everything stood at opposite ends of the spectrum. Yet, somehow in the past few years we were able to understand each other more.
I hurt for my husband, all of Carolyn’s family, and I hurt for our daughter. I hate that Emiana will grow up without personally knowing her Granny. I will always remember how Emiana could make Carolyn smile, even up to last week of her life. Now it becomes our job to share memories of Carolyn with her and try to instill character qualities in Emiana that would make Granny proud. Our garage is now full of boxes of Carolyn’s belongings and items passed down to her from previous generations. We long to display them in our home, share them with our daughter, and preserve them for future generations of our family. The time will come soon that will work our way through all of it, but for now it is just too hard.
Our family is treading through waters of which we have never been before. We are definetly still fighting an upstream battle. We’ve had a lot of family and friends reach out to us but I find it easier to try and keep it all in rather than letting it go. However, I believe that doing so has made my grief continue to grow and here I am six months later trying to sort through it all. It seems so callous to say that our lives must still go on but it is the truth. In a way, all the arrangements and details of Carolyn’s care, then the services, caring for the house, and financial arrangements kept us busy and made it easier to delay feeling the finality of everything. However, all the arrangements are being tied up. No more delay. Now, we’re trying to transition from just making it to doing better.
My husband and I have spent many days and long nights discussing how to move forward. How do we remember Carolyn in a way that is honoring and will help our daughter know the Granny she won’t personally remember? Are we living our lives in such a way that if something happened to us the people surrounding us would know that we loved them and that we loved the Lord? What arrangements should we make so that when Emiana is forced to deal with the loss of a parent it will be as easy as possible?
I’m not sure this post really has any closure but it’s fitting as I don’t yet feel much closure myself. I know I can say that I’ve grown a lot lately but I’ve also feel more unsure of my days and have struggled with anxiety. Hal and I have recently encountered several family members and friends who are beginning the journey of dealing with a loved-one’s illness or death. Now, I just hope that we can offer some words of comfort or encouragement or simply be willing listeners that can lift them up in prayer.