grief is such an elusive thing. i can't control it, can't understand it, can't figure out the "right" or "best" or even "better" way to allow it in my life...so it comes in waves...extreme pain, depression, longing, isolation, loneliness, irrational feelings and unreasonable behaviors...to apathy, not feeling anything, going through the rhythms of everyday life...to allowing myself small thoughts of the person i've lost...to obsessing over "what if's" of what i would or could have done differently if i'd known they were going to die...conversations i wish i'd had, things i could have told this person about how important they were in my life, or even the "little" things about them, special only to them or perhaps even know between the two of us...
i called this post the "holes" of grief because that is kinda where i'm at right now. i didn't even know dave crawford very well...but his friendship meant a lot to my husband. and he leaves behind a wife and daughter the same age as my daughter and i just can't even imagine how they are handling that or coping or going on...so back to the holes...i just feel like part of myself gets lost with each loss. i don't get to share the experiences that were meaningful to my husband by hanging out with dave...or getting to know him...or hearing him tell stories of back in the day that maybe even manuel forgot...those things died with him...of course i know this is also related to the loss of my friend lorie and to the loss of my dad...each loss builds especially when my feelings weren't resolved for each...so it just feels like there are more holes...
and i really don't want to go on and on about this because i tend to be obsessive anyway and then i'll get into a cyclical dark place that won't be good for anyone. so i suppose the reason i'm writing about this right now is that they are planning the memorial/funeral service for this upcoming weekend and it is going to be very small. the opposite of the memorial service i attended for another puc classmate that became a media and social "event"...and that is a good thing in this case because dave was very selective with his friends and only had a few close ones so i think his wife daphne will appreciate being near people who knew him well...but even this makes me sad...like i am so social and maybe need to focus more on the quality of my dearest friends instead of reaching out to so many on facebook or remotely or meeting so many new people at playgroups, etc...not planning to die anytime soon but just brings up issues of my own immortality or my husband's or anyone else i'm not prepared to let go of yet...
i was very interested in existentialism in college and still struggle with finding/appreciating meaning in my life without obsessing about it to the point of not living life. i know i need to move past this loss and focus on what i have. even focus on the wonderful memories with my dad and lorie and how much all of these people now gone meant to so many and how their memories live on. but during the acute painful reality of them just being GONE and unable to rationalize or make sense of it, well, knowing what i should do and figuring out how to do it are very different...advice, encouragement, i'm not sure what i'm seeking but i do feel better getting this down...even though my topic was the "holes" of grief and i haven't fully explained what i mean by that...to be continued...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
day 89 blog 77 the holes of grief
Labels:
balance,
dad,
depression,
free association,
letting go,
living,
loss,
meaning
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
day 88 blog 76 handmade children's xmas card swap
ok someone motivate me to do this: basically you create 10 xmas cards with your kids and mail them off to other kids around the world and then get 10 handmade cards from other kids around the world back! you can include info about how you celebrate the holidays, your family, photos, etc....so need to make it so personal and learn about different people! i really want to do it but have to be sure that i follow-through...i got the idea from a blogger i just started following, megan at penny carnival...she also has a 4-year-old (i think they were born the same month) and a 2-year-old (story will be 2 in february) and in to a lot of the same things that i am...she loves writing (only she makes money doing it)...gardening, crafts, avoiding over-consumption, being a mom, time with family, cooking...so i'm looking forward to "following" her...
day 88 blog 75 waldorf fall festival and garland's party
Monday, November 9, 2009
day 87 blog 74 potty
too many heavy topics mostly about loss on my mind...so i'm going to post something short, simple, kinda sweet...
nowhere near potty training story but tonight he was pointing to the potty and saying "poo-poo" so i let him sit on it for awhile...not this baby bjorn one i like better, but one that has a little cup you empty out...he wouldn't get off it for the longest time so i turned my back...a little too long...next thing i know he was dipping the potty cup into the toilet and getting ready to drink it...disgusting, hilarious and good at quickly reversing my mopey mood!
Labels:
letting go,
little things,
parenting,
story
Sunday, November 8, 2009
day 86 blog 73 loss revisited
i had several topics i intended to blog about...there was a fire in the canyon behind my house and i had no idea...contacted several neighbors the next day which lead to talks of neighborhood watch and a neighborhood directory and connecting with them more...went to two birthday parties for a 4 and 5-year-old today...
but all this seems trivial and is lost to the news i just received from my husband who is visiting our friend travis in new york...one of their best friends from high school was found dead in his hotel room. cardiac arrest although foul play is suspected? i am floored. and so, so sad...i didn't even know him very well but manuel doesn't use words loosely and he said dave was the smartest person he ever knew and along with that manuel always spoke so highly of him as a good, kind person and dear friend. he leaves behind his wife and four-year-old daughter as well as a wealth load of family and friends.
there isn't much more to say. hug those you care about extra tightly tonight.
Labels:
depression,
friends,
loss,
manuel,
remembering
Saturday, November 7, 2009
day 85 blog 72 full weekend with friends
Friday, November 6, 2009
day 84 blog 71 san diego children's museum
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