Sunday, October 29, 2023 Dear Brian, It's getting close to the first of another month, and it's a Sunday. Both of those things make me think of you. In just four days it will be November 1, and you will officially have been gone from my life for 2 1/2 years. Part of me wonders how it can be so long ago already, yet, at the same time, I find that each passing day seems to take you further and further away from me. Like so many things since you died, I'm often not sure what is real and what is not. I know that I will never forget you, and I know that I will be OK, that life will go on. But sometimes, like today, it feels like I am stuck between two worlds: The "Before World" with you in it, and the "Now World" without you. I've made progress though. I'm moving forward, doing the only thing that makes sense -- living my life, trying hard to make the best of it. And, while most of the time I do a good job with it, I do sometimes wonder what it would have been like for you if the tables were turned and I was the one who died. It comes down to two scenarios: One where I want you to miss me, be sad I am gone, feel that a huge part of your life and your heart were missing; and the second one where you miss me and wish I'd never died, but decide that you have to go on living, put your life together, maybe even fall in love again. But, like everything in life, there are two sides to every story. Yes, I would want you to miss me, but I certainly would not want it to ruin the rest of your life. And, yes, I would want you to be happy, even if that meant you found someone new to spend your life with. It is truly hard for me to wrap my mind around the concept that your earthly life has ended, and my life here no longer has any bearing on you. So, I guess it turns out to be not an "either/or" scenario, but a combination of the two: You would be sad and miss me, and like me, you would feel like a part of your life and heart were missing. But, like me, you would know that you had to keep moving forward and living your life. And by doing that, it didn't mean you would forget me: It just meant that I would always be a part of who you had become, and what would go with you would be the memory of the love that we shared. And, so, while my heart still breaks that you are gone, and there is an empty spot in my life, I have come to the conclusion that this is the price one pays for love. So, I'm writing to tell you, that yes, life has been hard since you died, but I'm getting better at adjusting. At first there were days when I didn't want to go on. When I didn't think I had the strength to. When it didn't even seem worth trying. But I kept on going anyway, even when it didn't feel right. And here I am today, missing you, but feeling like I am finding a purpose in my life again...a purpose because of who I am now for having had you in my life for 27 years.If I had to choose between loving you and losing you or never having known you at all, I would always choose the way it has turned out. I will not let myself get stuck in grief, so I am learning to live with heartbreak, and I am moving forward. Even though you are gone, there will always be part you that is molded into who I am today. And for that, I am eternally grateful. Much love -- always, Julie +
Living with a Broken Heart
Remember what the Tin Man said in the "Wizard of Oz" after he finally got a heart-- "Now I know I've got a heart because it's breaking." If someone you love died, your heart is probably broken. So how do you live with a broken heart? The answer isn't how you fix it or move beyond it. The skill is learning to live with your grief as an ongoing way of being in the world. It's the way you honor that which you love. What I'm proposing is that, with enough healing, living with heartbreak can become natural, and very normal. From my personal and professional experience, I can tell you that as you embark on your healing journey, you'll start crying a whole lot more. Not just to clear pain, but for the simplest of everyday reasons, and out of nowhere. You'll cry when you see a bird, a can of paint, an apple, or even the shape of a cloud. Random things will make you cry. The heart is designed to grieve, it wants to grieve . . . it has to grieve! Especially when it is broken. This is the price you pay for love. The loss of the life you thought you had, the life you once knew and held so dear. Loss of a dream you believed was true. But you can also find and feel grief in opening your heart. Opening it to love and new possibilities. Opening it to what the future holds. Isn't that what life is all about? Endings and beginnings, closings and openings? The heart was designed to navigate you through this forever winding adventure called life. But you have to be willing to feel . . . and to live with a broken heart. Here's the thing . . .you can learn to live with your broken heart by befriending your grief. You can discover the love that still exists around you . . . and share that love with others who are also living with a broken heart.Gary Sturgis — “Surviving Grief”