Today yoga class almost made me cry.
True, my muscles were burning, tingling, and shaking, but
that is not why tears came springing to my eyes during the last 5 minutes of
class.
During yoga, there is a lot of time for the participants to
concentrate solely on their bodies, their breath, A time where your mind is at
peace and able to focus on the class alone. And then at the end, everything
slows down and your body is relaxed and your mind has room to wander. Usually I
let myself take those few moments and simply relax, enjoy the release of all the
tension built during the hour-long yoga practice. But today was different. Even
before we’d released and come into that time of quiet, rest, and relaxation, my
mind started to wander. I thought about when I first started coming to this
class, only a few weeks earlier. I thought about a conversation I’d had with
one of the instructors about my past, why I am where I am, and how losing John
had been the beginning of an extremely challenging year where God has pulled me
in closer to himself. And then I thought about how that year is about to draw
to a close, and while there will be no fanfare, no stopping of time to signify
what has passed, and virtually no one outside of John’s immediate family will
even understand the transition that is taking place, it will mean a change in
my life.
And suddenly I began to panic.
After August 28th, my identity will be changing.
You see, all the grief counselors and all the books by the most knowledgeable
people in the world agree that the grieving process takes about one year. I
wouldn’t say I’ve experienced grief by their standards or traveled all the “steps”
involved. And despite the way I still
feel closely drawn in to that pain, the awareness of what I’ve lost, the way I
deeply and completely miss my husband, I’ll be expected to no longer be “that
woman who lost her husband.” This isn’t me railing against the expectations of
society, because I don’t blame them for me feeling that pressure. I feel like
time itself is putting pressure on me. My own understanding of the passage of
time and the changes it brings puts pressure on me. My desire to be healed and
whole again puts pressure on me. And nobody wants to be defined as a widow,
right?
So why is this so hard? Why do I panic at the thought of no
longer being the widow? Of just being a girl? Mom to Airalynn and Elenie.
Girlfriend of Jeremy.
I miss John.
I miss being his wife, I miss seeing him every day, hearing
his voice, holding his hand. I don’t want to move any further away from the day
I lost him, because that was the last time I saw him. That was the last time I
kissed him goodbye. That was the last time my family felt whole, perfect. That
was the last time I saw my first love. And the more days pass between now and
then, the more real it has to become that I’ll never see him again on this
earth. That my old life that I loved so much will never be mine again.
I have to let go. I don’t want to let go.
The things that have characterized the last year of my life
have been strength, passion, love, joy, maturity…I’ve spent this time pushing
my own limits and letting people into my life when I wasn’t emotionally ready
to handle so many people wanting my love and attention. Maybe it was rebellion
in me against the expectations some have for a widow. Maybe it was God
strengthening me and surrounding me with people who love me and want to help me
by asking me to look beyond myself for a while. All I know is that now that
year is over. The patience I received from people around me will diminish, not
because they are insensitive, but because we all have internal clocks that urge
us to act a certain way for a certain time, and at the end of that time, we are
no longer required to act in that way. We expect other people to pick
themselves up and become fully functioning members of society again.
What if I’m not fully functioning yet?
What if my head works perfectly, but my heart still hiccups
and stutters? How do I ask Jeremy, my parents, John’s parents to be
understanding? What do I say when suddenly I change my mind because fear and
longing for the past replace my excitement for the future? How do I explain
these mood swings that even I can’t anticipate?
Some people won’t expect me to. Some people will keep their
distance out of caution because they can see that I am still not back to “normal”.
Some people may try to pry my emotions out of me in an attempt to “help” me
move on. The problem is that no one, not even me, knows what to expect, day in
and day out. I feel so confused, dizzy from the way my heart swings back and
forth. And the year mark that is creeping closer and closer and threatening to
strangle me feels like the dip you anticipate after climbing for several minutes
on a tall roller coaster.
So do I throw my hands up and wait for my stomach to flip?
Or do I scream “I want to get off!” and claw my way out of
my restraints? Do I even get a choice?
Amber, how good you can even speak your feelings...you are so intouch with you.....do whatever you feel you need to do at that moment and don't worry about what others may say or do. Only you know what it is like and only you can be inside to feel. Don't do or act to comply with other people....do what Amber needs to do and know you are loved. There are no time limits on healing...and you are healing. Again, I am praying! I am here for you, anytime. I am without words....you are loved.
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