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TERROR OR ADVENTURE

baby elk separated from the herd on our property 2 years back. He rejoined the herd a week later!
One morning this baby elk stood within inches of Loren’s car.  The elk was separated from his herd but soon rejoined them as the herd passed through days later.

I dedicate this weeks blog in memory of my husband who passed away 16 months ago today.  Loren loved the herds of elk that meander through our property.  He was a true outdoors-man. Forever in our hearts.  As the song says, “So close, so close but yet so far……”

TERROR  OR  ADVENTURE?

Thankfully I have one super-close friend, Cindy, who is my age.  We’re only close because we share a life experience. I can describe every nitty, gritty detail of how much I miss Loren. She misses her husband like I miss mine.  See, her husband died unexpectedly also, 2 years back.  We’ve both been told multiple times, “You’re too young to be widows”.  We agree.  But we’re not God and we don’t have the power to change life and it’s circumstances.

We’re both discombobulated at times.  Things like her water pump going out on her fish pond.  After replacing the second pump she still had to order a third pump!  Things like my well going dry.  Things like having to bring the water line one mile to hook up to community water and the decisions of purchasing which booster pump and where to place it.  Are we capable with others wise advice?  Absolutely.  Are we still very nervous that we’re not making a wise decision?  Absolutely.  See, both of us were in marriages where we talked things out with our husbands.  We were sounding boards for each other.

It’s scary if I think too far ahead.  Whereas I used to love dreaming with Loren.  Dreaming about his soon-to-be retirement years, those times seeming full of promise and adventure. I so loved the idea of growing old with him.

He and I were known for packing our bags for one day or a weekend, with no particular place in mind.  We just knew we were heading out.  I can’t begin to tell you HOW MUCH FUN we had on those jaunts!

I felt more courageous on some jaunts because we were together. When he’d take off on some back gravel road with a map, a gun, bottled water, a few snacks, and blankets for warmth, I still had this underlying sense of fear because of the “what if’s”.  The night we hiked up and down the streets of downtown Seattle at midnight scared me.  I felt safe with the large, strong man who was packing.  But there still were the hoodlums hanging out in the dark corners that I was worried about.

I am still grieving the loss of Loren and the loss of adventure with him.  I imagine I will until the day I die.

But Cindy and I dream of going to Disneyland together.  Brianne, Brenna, and I (hopefully Jasmine & Jasper, too) dream of going on an Alaskan cruise together.  Brenna and I are making plans to go on a Holy Land trip.  And I’m hopeful there will be more Disneyland trips with the granddaughters and Brianne.

“So Lord, help me gain a new mindset.  Help me learn to experience life as it is now.  I know You are always with me. The scripture says we are never alone, but quite frankly that knowledge, even TRUTH, is not enough. I need something TANGIBLE. Thank you for friends and family during the times of terror and adventure.  Amen.”

I FEEL LIKE I’M TWO PEOPLE

 

As I merge closer to healthiness as a grieving widow, there are times I’m concerned how I can feel happy / even content and moments later be triggered into a deep, heavy sorrow.  Happiness.  Torrents of tears.  And, the interests I once loved are now close to gone.  Who am I now?……other than the obvious widow, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, and friend?

It’s a good thing I’ve counseled with my counselor Mary and participated in GRIEF SHARE,  a program designed for people who have lost loved ones.  I’ve learned I’m not odd.  Depending on the relationship, this is the journey we may walk……………………………….

If I had not been participating in counseling and GRIEF SHARE I would’ve thought I was “losing it”.

THINGS LIKE…..

  • Losing my ability to remain focused.
  • Losing my ability to memorize facts and lyrics.
  • Losing my ability to put energy into necessary projects.
  • Losing my ability to watch TV shows or listen to music Loren & I once loved.
  • Losing my ability to continue hobbies that Loren & I once enjoyed.

However, I AM GAINING…….

  • A heightened level of compassion for other’s who are experiencing loss.
  • A heightened level of  love and desire for my family.
  • An intense interest in Heaven, studying more scriptures about eternity with our Lord.
  • S L O W L Y  gaining the ability to worship my Lord without focusing on my loss.
  • New friendships with other widows and ladies with loss.

For myself, for my sanity, for my wholeness as a person, I need there to be more gains than losses!  Because everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I still face the loss of him.  My heart and senses desperately know this loss.

But once in awhile I see glimpses of Julia.  I can’t say it’s a new Julia.  It may well be the Julia who I was when I met Loren 39 years ago July 18, 1977.  She was a confident musician.  She loved living on the farm.  She loved the solace of the outdoors.  See, the day I met Loren I was not looking to be in a relationship.  I was looking forward to attending Portland Bible College  the following month.  I was excited about the new spiritual growth I had gained when attending college in Harrisonburg, VA months earlier.  As a college age girl, this Julia had hope for a future.  This Julia had faith God was leading her.

“So, yes God, I do feel like two people.  Someone who will forever be marked, labeled, and proudly identified in my heart as the widow of Loren.  Someone who dreadfully misses her husband. Yet, if I believe in the God whom I serve, surely I must come to a steadfast acknowledgment that God is in control….?  This would mean I need to accept there must be a purpose for my life as it is now.  Lord, help me right now because I feel so disjointed.  Amen.”

GRIEF TOOK 2nd SEAT

Life holds surprises.  An unsuspecting health issue arose out of no-where…Just when I thought I was becoming familiar with the “new normal”.

Grief took 2nd seat when my physical body went into full crisis mode a few weeks back.  When I was diagnosed with a partial bowel obstruction.  Grief once again took 2nd seat when I was later told the obstruction had increased in size.   When the Dr’s performed an emergency exploratory surgery.  When they found a mass near the obstruction.  When a bowel resection was done.  Grief still took a 2nd seat as I waited 3 days for results of the biopsy.  When the words “clean / benign” were said.  I was not grieving.  I was living in a state of calm.

On the 13th day in the hospital I started feeling better.  It was on that same 13th day that the tears returned.  When the sorrow of the loss of my husband returned.  Feeling the grief that he had not come to see me in the hospital.   He had not called me or texted me.   He was never there with me….at least consciously he wasn’t.

On the 14th day I cried more.  Cried in relief that my 4 children had not lost yet another parent.  Cried in relief that my young grandchildren had not lost their grandma.  Cried in relief that my extended family had not lost one more family member.

Grief is back in 1st seat, 2 weeks after the emergency surgery…6 days after being released from the hospital.  The roller coaster ride of grief has thrown me right back to where I was before,  months back.  Any level of peace I had felt is gone.  I’m feeling edgy that I’m alone.  I’m feeling dissatisfied with my life.  Nothing is bringing a deep peace.  Not even my close widow friends.  Not even my extended family.  Not even my worship to my Lord.

The only thing that brings a high level of peace is being with my children and grandchildren.   It’s with them that I see Loren.  It’s with them that I feel Loren!   In Brianne, I see his eyes…his ability to laugh quickly and hard…and his gift of good conversation.   In Jasper, I see his walk…his movement and thought processes as he works at the ranch running chainsaw and working in the shop….his zeal for a hobby/interest.   In Jasmine, I see his drive and that ability to laugh quickly….the ability to visit with any person, a necessary skill when working with the public.  In Brenna, I see his compassion for children…to hug them and hold them tightly….to sit quietly and patiently, waiting if it takes me awhile to express what I’m thinking and feeling.

While thinking of our 4 children I can smile.  I can feel happy.   Knowing I have present joy  with my kids brings me great hope.  Hope for my future.

“Dear Lord,  I’m so grateful for the children Loren and I have together.  They will always be our children.  They truly are a life saver for me right now.  Let this deep reoccurring passage of grief be yet one more reminder that life is short.  Your Word says our days are numbered.  Don’t ever let us take each other for granted.  Amen.  “

 

 

God, Why Can’t I “FEEL” The Way I Used To?

This inaugural blog was posted April 9, 2016 on my brother Dennis Gingerich’s blog. I’m grateful he invited me to share my thoughts after my husband passed away.  Not only is writing therapeutic for me, I’m trusting my words prompt a new appreciation for your loved ones.

When my husband unexepectedly passed away at 7:15 a.m. in our master bedroom with me by his side, one year ago March 2015, I went into “work mode”.  Having worked for a public school for 15 years I’ve been trained in First Aid/ CPR.  Every 3 years I have to practice CPR on a dummy or “live dummy” (co-worker).  Every year I have to watch a video of CPR being given.

WassonSo, that morning when my husband dropped and quit breathing I instinctively knew to call 911 and to immediately start CPR since it’s a good 10 minute drive to my house.  I didn’t allow myself the privilege of watching the clock because I knew every minute, even second, counted.  Life and death counted.

When the Fire Chief/EMT later exited the bedroom pronouncing him deceased, my “life saving mode” was still in gear.  I shook my head, saying, “Yes, I know he’s gone.  I watched him breathe his last breath and I felt my hands crushing into his chest…an unresponsive chest.”

When I could go kneel beside his body and then pull back the white blanket to see his face again, the first words that exploded out of my mouth and heart were, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!   This JUST isn’t right!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….this just isn’t right!”

Those 5 words were the first words that left my lips the moment my world stopped.  That morning when Loren and my world stopped spinning, TOGETHER, that is.  That is the morning when my FEELINGS stopped feeling.  That is the morning when God even protected me from the actual pain I was feeling, that is the degree of physical pain I was feeling…..

ONE YEAR LATER I have come to appreciate that protection of SHOCK.  Naturally I cried.  I wept.  I screamed at God.  I could barely eat.  I could barely sleep.  I was so weak I could barely stand in the shower on the morning of his memorial service.

When someone would come up to hug me I would find myself falling forward into their arms.  THEY were hugging me.  Not me hugging them.  I couldn’t feel God’s love towards me any longer.  I couldn’t feel any sort of Lovingkindness or Mercy from our Lord, the God I have worshipped.  But I COULD feel the embrace of a human being.  That embrace was God’s arms extended to me.  That alone was what I needed.  I no longer had my husband’s arms of love and protection.

This image was captured the day after Loren's Celebration of Life.
This image was captured the day after Loren’s Celebration of Life.

Here I am, ONE YEAR LATER…..and  I am seeing there is a price to pay for embracing feelings again.  To welcome my soul back to life, out of the barrenness that I have lived in this past year, means I am waking up inside.  I am feeling much happiness and more normalcy but it’s just now that I’m feeling such heart rendering, gut wrenching, knife in my stomach, feeling like I’m going to pass out because I can’t catch my breath…PAIN of the loss.   For every bit of happiness I’m feeling, I’m equally feeling physical pain when rush of grief hits me.

But I am confident I’m on the way to renewal.  I’m not moving “on” (I very much dislike that phrase). But, I most definitely am moving forward.  So for today, God, I pray that you help me learn to walk this unrequested walk of widowhood.  Gently guide me towards balanced healthiness in all areas of my life.  God, you know my physical body.  You know what I can handle and what I cannot handle.  So if it means gradually waking me up inside I embrace your tender wisdom because You are my Maker and You will complete the healing that You have started.

Question:  Do you have a time when you felt God wasn’t present in your life? I’d love to hear about it in the comment section below.