Resiliency

I read an article on grief about a year ago and the smarty pants, I believe if memory serves me, Columbia professor talked about the "resiliency of the spirit".  Basically he said that those with more resilient spirits heal more quickly and completely after a loss.  At the time I read it, I was enraged.  I actually stormed about for a couple days in a "you don't know what happened to me, what I've been through" snit.

I have thought about this quite a bit in the last couple of days, since the horrific events in Connecticut.  The loss of my son has nothing in common with the horror these children faced.  He died in my arms in a hospital surrounded by the people who love him most, his sister and his father. (I can't bring myself to say "loved him most", past tense is painful) The thing we do have in common is we sent our children to school one day and they did not come home.  While the circumstances are vastly different, the end result is the same:  Someone we loved with all our hearts and who was a key part of our family and our very identity, is gone from this earth and our lives, and we must find a way to live the rest of our life without them.

Always reluctant to admit I am wrong, that just might be the case.  I have come to embrace the idea of resiliency and hope I have instilled it in my daughter.  Bad, painful things are going to happen in every life.  Hopefully most of us will never have to face what these families who are so on our minds are facing.  I send them my prayers and I wish them peace sooner rather than later.  And when the pain is less agonizing, I hope they have the strength to consider the concept of resiliency.  May their spirits be resilient in the face of unimaginable grief.

Blessings

I admit it.  I was sucked in.  A local store is selling bracelets called the "count your blessings bracelet".  The narrow silver bracelet has four large pearl-like beads in various colors.  The accompanying literature instructs you to think of a blessing in your life for each of the four beads every time you wear it. At the end of a year you have a big long list of blessings, assuming you wear it with some regularity.  I bought them as graduation gifts for my daughter and her two best friends from college.  OK, I got one for myself as well.  My beads are pink.

I have worn it several times.  Today when I put it on I realized that every time I have worn it and counted off four things that are blessings in my life, they are people.  They are my family, my friends, people I work with, and people I admire.  (Alright.  One day ONE of the blessings was that my aging car started, but that was an exception).

I am fairly certain you do not need a bracelet to count the blessings in your life on a semi-regular basis.  But if you can combine a fashion statement with remembering to live a life of gratitude for the many gifts you are given isn't that a double win?  

April

In my former pre-havingachildwhodied life I loved April.  I am not a big fan of winter.  As I live in northern Illinois that is somewhat ironic.  April mean tulips, chives, green, asparagus from who knows where, but good! and getting ready to plant. I love to cook and always laugh when chef-y people talk about "locally sourced" ingredients.  Does that mean that those of in the mid-west are relegated to squash and pork during the cold, dark months of winter?  Nevertheless, I will joyfully buy produce that has flavor in April regardless how long its journey to my corner of the world took.  I will "locally source" all summer and fall, but in early spring, feel free to truck it in.

I have to admit, I dread "my" ten days of April.  My son turned 16 on April 7th and died on April 17th of 2008. Four years ago.  I feel myself being sucked under by the waves of grief.  Sometimes my acquired   ability to only cry in the shower fails me.  I miss him every day.  I wish with all my heart that I would know, good or bad, what he would be like at 20.  But every day, I live with what "is".    

I look outside and love the fact it's still light out and green.  Soon I will be able to plant herbs and flowers.  Life goes on and it's good. While I am blessed in many ways, part of me will never be the same.