May 28, 2012 |
I guess this is sort of a “Lessons Learned” post in reverse. Not so much lessons we’ve learned this last week, but more of a “What To Do” if you’re ever in the situation yourself.
One week ago, Dot’s boyfriend of over two and half years passed away. In the week since, we continue to experience an amass of emotions and while some people have been wonderfully considerate, we’ve had some experiences that could have been avoided.
This post is dedicated to helping people on the outside understand how they can (and can’t) help someone in mourning.
- Ask us what we need. Some need hugs, some need space. Some need both at different times.
- Understand that everyone mourns differently. While my daughter has chosen to spend most of her available time with her school friends, I’ve chosen to take a few hours each day to be alone or with a select few close friends. At the end of the day, we spend time together.
- Before you accuse us of being overly emotional, try to find out what’s going on. You may not like my posts on Facebook, you may call me a downer… but that was before you read the previous post about our loss. Take time to put things into perspective.
If someone is acting out of character, make sure you understand why before you approach them.
- Not everyone wants to talk about it. But there are times we need to talk. About anything. And sometimes about nothing. Don’t be surprised if we decide to ramble.
- Don’t keep trying to redirect the conversation back to who we’re mourning. We’ll talk when we’re ready.
- This is not the time to draw attention to yourself. Just because we can’t always talk about it, doesn’t mean we are ready to listen to stories that are about you in a self-centered way. A well-intentioned friend became upset when we didn’t give attention to her ten-stanza poem about our loss. While I respect her creative healing process, it was an inopportune time for her to ask us to give our attentions to such a project.
- Don’t compare our current situation with one of your past ones. Don’t tell us you know how we feel. And please never say, “It will get better” or “It will be okay”. Our hurts are individual. Our feelings are complex and we don’t even know how we feel. How can you possibly know us better than we know ourselves? And anyone who’s suffered such a loss can tell you, it never really goes away. It will get easier, some day, but right now it’s too soon to think about getting better. Right now, we’re just trying to remember how to breathe.
- Don’t drown us in prayers and Scripture. Mourning, even when done with other people, is a very private, solitary thing. And just as everyone mourns differently, our relationships with God also differ. I know my God, and He knows me, and He will get us through this. But it honestly does not help to hear over and over how the death of a loved one is part of His plan.
- Respect the Mourner when they tell you what they need/want. When I told someone I did not want to be touched or hugged, she did so while stating, “Oh, I don’t care. I’m going to anyway.” When I said I don’t want to talk about it, she said, “Oh, I know…” then proceeded to talk about it to me. This served no purpose other than to make me withdraw even more, given that my desires obviously didn’t matter to her.
- When we’re ready, let us vent! And be prepared: it won’t always make sense, even to us.
- We’re going through sadness, anger, confusion… unless we’re engaging in unhealthy behaviors like excessive drinking or not eating, let us get through it. Don’t tell us what we should or should not do. And don’t give us books or pamphlets on “how to grieve”. If we’re crying, we’re healing.
- Take control when you need to. My mom and our Second Family stepped up right away to help us just remember what we needed to do: to drive us the first day, to remind us to eat, to cook for us.
- Be there. Be here. Just be around. Let us know that it’s okay to call you at midnight when we can’t talk. Sit on the sofa when we don’t know if we need to talk or cry or be quiet.
- Surround us with gentle love. Encourage us to grieve. Let us laugh, and then cry when we realize we can still laugh. Let us stay as busy as we need to. Of course, if we’re staying too busy, settle us down. If we’re too isolated, draw us out.
- Dot’s friends have been surrounding her constantly. My friends have been calling daily. It’s been wonderful to have them all say, “What do you need?” and really mean it. It’s been great knowing I can still go to my Mom’s every day for that morning coffee and do nothing else but sit in quiet.
- When we’re ready to get back to the World, let us take it at our own pace. Don’t pressure us to “get out”, to socialize, to live. And even if we do, understand that doesn’t mean we’re back to “normal”. In fact, there is no longer a “normal”. There is now just a huge Before and After.
- Right now, the fact that the rest of the world hasn’t stopped moving and breathing with our loss is baffling. But we’re turtles. We’ll stick our heads out, look around, and move slowly… when we’re ready.
- And we’ll need you then as much as we need you now. Even if we don’t show it. Even if we don’t know it.
- And we’re not sure, or may be afraid to say this, but we Love you. We love you for respecting us. For being here with us. For listening to us. We just love you. But now we’re afraid you might die, too. So we might try to push you away. Don’t let us.
- Just love us.
SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE,
LOUKAS.
WE CONTINUE TO LOVE YOU DEEPLY.
Photo courtesy of Nicole Jenkins Photo. Used by permission.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
May 27, 2012
I’ve always loved the dual purpose word: Beat (a rhythm, an action). Class (a group, a status). So “resume” and “resume’ ” aren’t exactly the same thing, but… it’s late, so that’s all the brain-power you get from me right now.
This post is scheduled for Sunday, but I’m writing it Friday night. Actually, I’m linking it.
It’s going to be a non-writing weekend for various reasons, plus I’m trying to boost my blog popularity (like that’s anything new). So the following is a list of my Very Important Posts from the last few months. These are the posts that have either been nationally featured on BlogHer.com and/or received great attention in other ways. It’s sort of a review, if you will. My Resume’.
In a few days, I hope to resume my blog writing intently. Along with two devotions, the book series, the correspondence course, and the short stories for contests/submissions.
I missed posting “What’s the Word? Wednesday” on the 23rd, but I’ll have a new one posted next week.
In the meantime, feel free to click on these (or any posts) and leave your comments and feedback.
And now for (I hope) your reading enjoyment, the Frankly, My Dear Mojo reading list for May, 2012:
Lessons Learned: The Louie Edition
How to Survive a Midnight Movie Premiere
More or Less: 29 Words
What I Learned on Women’s Retreat [The Big Whammy!]
The Long Goodbye: What FLASHPOINT Means to Me
Prom!
Dear God, Did You Forget About Me?!
What’s Your Writing Style? Creatively Overcoming Writer’s Block
Chocolate Covered Pretzels
Meal Memo in a Jar
Davy Jones is Dead
Permission to Write
New Inklings Press
Mojo TV Review: “Once Upon a Time”
Teeter x Totter
A Good Name
Following Fabian
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
May 26, 2012
During this week, I’ve found myself singing hymns. Not intentionally. They just roll out of me as easy as breathing. I don’t even know I’m doing it until I hear the sound of my own voice.
“Amazing Grace” and “How Great Thou Art” have been two of the top three.
“It Is Well With My Soul” is the third. The story of how it was written makes it even more dear to me right now.
Horatio Spafford was a successful attorney in 1870’s Chicago, who suffered several tragedies in a short span:
- 1871: Spafford’s only son died at age 4 from scarlet fever
- In late 1871: The Great Chicago Fire consumed and destroyed much of Spafford’s extensive investment properties
- In 1873, Spafford, his wife and four daughters bought passage on a ship to Europe for a family vacation. Spafford had to stay behind to finish some business transactions. On November 22, the ship collided with an iron sailing vessel. Spafford’s wife Anna wired him a telegram that simply stated “Saved Alone.” His four daughters had died.
Spafford quickly found travel overseas to meet Anna. As the ship approached the area of the earlier tragedy, the Captain brought Spafford to the deck. After passing the location where his beloved daughters had died, he went back to his cabin and penned this beautiful song.
It is a great comfort to me this week, to know that even in this chaos of death, God is still in control. While we hurt on earth, there will be a day when we no longer suffer heartache.
I’m not ready, not willing, to get back to “normal”: to do the every-day tasks that still need doing. To smile more often than not. I’m not ready to let go of the pain. I’m not ready to get a good night’s sleep or not catch myself crying now and then. I’m not ready to lie to my daughter and tell her it will all be okay and that someday it will go away.
But I am at peace.
And while I continue to pray for Something Good, I am still filled with the peace that God is in control.
In the absence of everything else, that’s all I need to know.
It Is Well With My Soul
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Horatio Spafford
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
May 25, 2012
Dot’s friend is having an end-of-year sleepover for the Senior class girls tonight. It’s the first night I’m alone since last week. Since the Big Before and After Moment.
We’re doing okay. There have been some difficult moments, and some good ones. We’re going to be okay. We’re not there yet. But we know we will be. And just knowing that makes it okay to be where we are right now.
I’m taking advantage of this solitude by watching “The Sound of Music”. For some reason, I’ve been singing the songs all day. Mostly, I think, because last night I asked prayer for “Something Good”. We just need something Good. Something stable. Something… a change. Anything.
And once I spoke those words out loud, I thought of “The Sound of Music”. Christopher Plummer singing “Edelweiss” has almost always been my favorite moment when I was younger. As I grew older, I began to appreciate him and Julie Andrews having their moment with “Something Good”.
So, if even just for three hours, I’m tuning out the world and the hurts it brings; and I’m singing. And listing A Few of My Favorite Things.
- Rodgers and Hammerstein musicals
- Christopher Plummer in a green-collared suit, singing
- Pastors available by instant email
- Enough FLASHPOINT episodes on the DVR for an entire day without stopping
- My rice steamer that makes cooking easy and thoughtless
- Chocolate Martini
- Family
- Friends who let us talk
- Friends who hug us when we don’t want to talk
- Tears that are able to fall
- Our cats (*Cats have more “human”-like emotions than any other animal; which is why they are so empathetic.)
- Megan, who let me hijack her birthday breakfast to talk about weird things like anything but what I needed to talk about
- Julie, April and Judy who are my Bible Study women
- Dot’s friends who are by extension, my almost-kids
- Nathan and his family, who are by extension, our family. I’m so very proud of him for his honors graduation. Way to go, Nate! (If I can call you “Nate”…)
- The new birds that keep showing up in our yard
- My church, my Pastors, the staff, the prayers
- My Mommy, who is still my MOMMY no matter how old I am
- My Dot, who lets me be her MOMMY no matter how old she is
- Yard lizards
- Music
- Writing
- Truth
- Knowing that Louie is no longer suffering, and knowing that someday our hurts will also end
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
May 24, 2012
You remember my writing partner, Megan, right?

Well, today’s her birthday! And of course I couldn’t let the day pass without publicly acknowledging what she means to me.
She is my Personal Barista

She understands Disney better than anyone else
She brings Lord of the Rings to the Table
(that is, the Writing Table… it really inspires her!)
She totally gets that I’m crazy enough about Narnia to make a room for it
She’s the other half of The New Inklings writing group.
She started her own blog to support me with mine…
The Fairest One of All
But she actually has a life outside the laptop, so her last post was in November.
She tried watching FLASHPOINT for me,
and lets me talk about Ed and Spike like they’re real.

She understands
My three-hour writing limit
My need for caffeine
My multi-taskiness
and the ability to plot while cleaning.
She gets me.
I even have a Pinterest board dedicated just to her
so when we have writing inspirations, we can link up that way.

And because she also puts up with me
and the idiosyncricies that befall a writer,
She deserves the
Best
Birthday
Ever.
Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday, Dear Megan!
Happy Birthday to You!
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!