Saturday, January 18, 2014

American Idol....a premiere....a reminder

 

I am kind of sad tonight, so I am trying to focus on good memories.  American Idol, as weird as it sounds, is a trigger for me, I guess.  Tash LOVED American Idol.  The only shows she liked more was Doctor Who and Big Brother.  Whatever she watched, she was ALL in!

We watched - we judged - we made predictions.  There was no one who Tash loved more than Clay Aiken.  OMG - she was in love with him  When she found out he was gay, she was devastated - she always called him her husband.  But gay or not, she loved his music and continued to love him, even if she did have to give up on the idea of marrying him.  I cannot tell you how many times we went to see him in concert.  We saw him with the American Idol tour, on his own, with Kelly Clarkson, doing his Christmas show, and, last time with Ruben Studdard. 

I've uploaded all of her Clay Aiken CDs onto my iPod.  I liked him before - but,  now when I hear him sing, I imagine I can hear Tasha singing along.  Every time we saw him, I heard her sing as much as I heard him. 

As the sign instructed, Tash always sang as though no one could hear her.  Secret is - it wasn't always pretty.  We had a joke that her high notes could make my eyes hurt until they were almost bleeding (not too much of a joke sometimes - they could be painful!)  But, it never stopped her.  She loved music - and she loved to sing.  She had thousands of songs on her ipod.  She collected a lot of things - but, music was her biggest collection.  There isn't a genre of music around that's not included in her collection.  That is one of the reasons she liked Idol so much.

I just miss her....


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Advice for the Grieving....



How many times are we given advice about how to grieve???  I am here to tell you that there is NO ONE RIGHT WAY TO GRIEVE!!!!  I am sure you have figured that out. If you're anything like me, though, sometimes you question yourself after receiving some of that well-meaning advice. 

I've been doing some volunteering with hospice and I think I learn so much being there. I've learned there are so many ways to grieve and so many ways to show love. After Tasha died, my sister-in-law made my bed every day while she was here. It seems like such a small thing - but, it was huge to me - and, it was such a loving thing to do. It's those little things that carry us. I wish I could have learned this without losing my daughter. I feel better about a lot of things since I have been volunteering there. If I could give you any advice, it would be to step out of yourself and your grief for one day - volunteer some where, read to a child, drive for Meals on Wheels, sit w/an elderly neighbor, mentor a high school student - ANYTHING!!!!  Start small - one hour every couple of weeks!  I promise it will make a difference. I know Hospice isn't for everyone - but, it's been a wonderful experience for me. It gives me the opportunity to focus on someone else's needs and that is a blessing! 

Never doubt where help can come from - be open!!!! My dog is having problems and will not be with us much longer. Unlike the sudden loss of Tasha, I have time to prepare to lose Jake. I am reading books about animal loss and the grief that accompanies it. (I'm a reader - an information collector - after Tash died, I read every book I could get my hands on!    Not much of it helped, but just like when Tash was sick, being informed helped me cope.) I think I have learned more about grief from the books on animals than I ever did in any of the other books I have read. Soooo, BE OPEN - you never know where you will find something to ease your pain. 

Today was another good day - no tears - thoughts of good memories filled my mind when I thought of Tash. As I spend time w/Jake, I'm reminded of all the good times Tash had with her animals through the years - how much she loved them. I'm thankful for this day - for those memories. I'm thankful for the twenty-seven years I had with Tash - I am thankful for all the laughs we shared. I'm thankful that I was blessed with her!!! 

NAMASTE


Monday, January 13, 2014

A day of peace -




Today has been a day of peace.  They come more often now.  It doesn't mean I didn't think about Tash - it doesn't mean I did not have sad moments.  It just means that the peaceful moments outweighed the sad, tense ones.  It took a long time to reach this point, and, I know that this is not a permanent destination.  Tomorrow, grief can show up and knock my feet out from underneath me.  But, I am learning to appreciate the good days and to acknowledge them - and, to realize that I deserve them.

I do not think that there is harder job in the world than being a grieving mother.  We are constantly on edge - still thinking about the comfort of others more than on our own need to grieve.  Then, we can become bitter because we don't feel like we are allowed to grieve.  It's not our nature to speak up - to say what we need - but, perhaps, it is time that we step out of our comfort zone and start telling our friends and loved ones what we need.  Sure, sometimes, we will be denied - but, I think, at other times, people will be relieved to help us.  They don't know what to do.  I truly believe that many want nothing more than to help us - they just don't know what to do.

How many times have we heard the words: "Call if you need anything" - "Let me know if your need anything" -  ad nauseum.  Do these people have any idea that we are TOTALLY INCAPABLE of picking up a phone to ask for help???  The truth is that they don't - I have started telling people this.  Now, they text me - call, sometimes - and, it is so much better to have been honest, instead of being angry that people don't know.  NOW, they do!

ANYWAY, back to my day.  I have to celebrate these days.  It took me a long time to realize I did deserve good days.  I may not have been the most perfect mother - but, I was a pretty good one - and, no matter what my mistakes were, I didn't cause my daughter's death.  I have to take some of the blame off of my shoulders if I am to survive this tragedy.  And, truly, my dream is to do more than survive - I WANT TO LIVE AGAIN!  I have done some hard work over the last two years.  I may not have all the answers I need yet - but, I am closer - and, days like today make me realize that I am no longer in a place where I am waiting to die - I want to  live.  I want to create a bucket list and live - do the things my daughter didn't get to do - spread her name through foreign countries - hear strangers speak her name.  As long as her memory is alive, I believe her purpose lives on.

Tomorrow is a new day and, I hope for another good day.  But, if it is not, I will, at least, have today to look back on - to remind there are better days - and, I am thankful for that knowledge.

NAMASTE....

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Two years....



Dear, Tash -

Well, it’s been two years.  I cannot believe I live in a world where you are not.  It feels like an eternity since I have heard your voice and held your hand.  I always knew you would leave before me – but, I never knew it would be so soon.  I wish I had gone first – my life is so empty without you.  I think about you constantly.  Whenever I see something or hear something new or funny, I instantly think of you, wishing I could share it with you.  I wanted to post something on the two-year “anniversary” – but, my mind has been stuck – I stare at the blinking cursor and wait.  It is not like no words come – the words and thoughts come too fast to sort. 

I miss you.  That goes without saying.  I miss you and love you more than I know how to put into words.  I hope you are happy – that heaven is everything I imagine and more.  I picture you restored to health with a body that no longer hurts – that no longer needs dialysis or a new kidney.  You left so quickly – we didn’t have a chance to say good-bye.  I still worry so much that you were alone when you died.  Were you afraid?  Did you call for me?  I guess I will never know the answers to those questions.  But, they still haunt me many nights.

I often relive the night before you died – the few minutes we had together.  I look at your pictures from that night – I wonder if you knew.  I get mad at myself for not asking you to stay – to go with us – I wonder what might have been different.  If I could have just one more minute, some answers to my questions, maybe then, I could begin to find peace without you.  But, so far, here I sit, with more questions than answers. 

I have done everything I can to find answers.  I meditate – I pray – I read – I listen – but, still, I wonder.  What if everything I believed in is not true?  But, I cannot bear that thought – how could anything be worth doing if it is not true?  I look to everything for a purpose for my life without you.  Like all answers I am seeking, it seems elusive.  But, still I search.  All my life, I have been assured there is a purpose for everything and everyone – now, I can only wonder if that is true.  I can find no purpose for your death – for your life of suffering – NONE!

But, still I search….

I remember that night after Roger called us with such clarity.  Even when the phone rang and I saw it was Roger, I begin to panic and ran to get dressed as I answered the phone.  I think that maybe I knew this because earlier that afternoon, I awoke from a nap to coughing, like someone choking.  When I jumped out of bed, to check on the dogs, I found it wasn’t them – but, I felt scared because it felt so real.  I couldn’t go back to sleep – I just felt like something was off.  So, when Roger called, it all started to come together, and, I knew from the time he spoke that you were gone.  Your dad didn’t believe it – but, I knew.  He didn’t believe it until he saw you.  I remember the officers and everyone there.  The kindest one was an officer with the last name Moffatt – I know now that was not a coincidence.  I remember everything – sometimes, I wish I didn’t.  Other parents talk about the fog and not remembering “that night” – what their child looked like – but, me, I remember EVERYTHING!  Most days I am thankful for my good memory – my knack for the details of the past.

We always had a deep connection – our hearts formed a link and bound together in a way that was impossible for anyone else to come between.  Sure there were times the bonds were tried – bent – but, they always bounced back.  I sometimes still feel that connection and hope it is true – and, not just my mind playing crazy tricks on me.  It must be true that death does not end a relationship – a love – like ours.  I wish I could be content with that – that it was enough.

Since you have died, I have found so many things – odd things – are they signs? -  I hope they are all really from you.  It is one of the things that keep me going.  Someone told me this week that I just to have to have faith – to stop letting my intelligence look for rational answers that may not exist.  You know me, Tash.  I am full of questions – that “have faith” thing is not so easy for me.  If it was, your teenage years would have been much easier for you every time you told me to just trust you!  But, again, I am trying.

You know it won’t be long before we lose Jake here.   I hope and pray that when he leaves our arms, he enters yours.  No one loved Jake more than you.  From the first day we saw him at the SPCA, from the first moment, you wanted him and nothing we could say would dissuade you.  Of course, you were right – he was the best dog – he still is.  I know you will take good care of him until we see each other again, and, I know he will be happy to see you – and to shed his body that is giving him so much pain.

I hope that you see what we are trying to do with YOUR foundation and I hope you are pleased by what you see.  I have met so many grieving parents since you died, and, so many of them are grieving the child they wished they had – or only the good characteristics of the child they lost – so many fail to grieve the whole person.  I work hard on not doing that.  I understand what they are doing, trying to give their child something that feels worthwhile – some kind of big “wave” in the river of life.  I would much rather mourn ALL of you – the good and the bad – and, enjoy the ripples of good that continue to spread in that river.  That is one of the reasons we decided to start the foundation – to continue the ripple-effect, if you will.  These scholarships will give others a chance they might not have had, sure – that is the unselfish reason for awarding them.  But, the selfish reason is that it allows us to keep your name and your memory alive.  It gives us another reason to hear others speak your name – others who never had a chance to know you and see your courage – and, the smile that lit up the world.  I wish I could ask your opinion.  We are going to try to do more – want to do things that really mean something – which you would have liked.  Sometimes, I really wonder if we are going the right direction – I just have to trust that we are (remember what I said about that trust and blind faith thing!) – and that you would be proud.

While I’m writing, I keep thinking about being angry.  I know that’s not fair – but, sometimes, that’s how I feel.  Not angry – not mad – but, FUCKING PISSED OFF!  You often thought you were alone – that people didn’t care.  Did you see all the people at your visitation – at your funeral????  Do you have any idea how many people contact me – show up to your balloon releases – and tell me how much you meant to them?  How you made a difference in their lives?  If you had known that then, would you have fought harder?  Would it have made a difference?  Sometimes, I look at these people and get angry, as well, wondering where they were when you were needing them.  Did they wait too long?  I don’t know – according to all the “experts” on grief, the anger is normal – but, it is the most difficult emotion I feel.  I am just not sure who to be mad at – or what good it will do me.  Anger, in this situation, is a wasted emotion.  No amount of anger will bring you back or help me feel closer to you.  So, most days, I try to focus on the love…

I love you – I have always loved – I will always love you.  Nothing will change that – not even your death.  I know I cannot see you any more or hear your voice.  But, I talk to you every day, and, as I meditate, I listen for your answers.  Sometimes, I hear them – not always.  But, I always listen.  I am still waiting for answers, knowing they may not come until my own death.  There have been days – many of them – in which I considered making that sooner than later.  I am still here, though.  I wish I just had one more minute – like a game of twenty questions – where I could get the answers I feel like I need to go on and live my life without you.  I hope that through finding some purpose that many of those questions will answer themselves.  I never thought I could live without – I surprise myself with everything that I do which takes me out of my comfort zone.  But, I never love you less – I never miss you less – There is never anything that will fill the hole you have left in our lives.

I love you forever – I love you for always – as long as I am living, your mommy I will be….