This morning I woke up
and could not get going. I was alone in the house while my sister and Anahi
were running some errands, and one of Julie’s favorite songs was playing on the
radio. I began to cry. "God, how
long? When will I see the other side?"
As paradoxical as it
may sound, I am actually beginning to long for the next grief surge. It has
become the new familiar thing. It’s the one connection I have with my past.
It’s the time I have to myself to think of two great loves that enriched my
life for 15 years. Thinking about the son I had, who made me a dad and brought
fatherhood out of me. Pondering how love grows deeper over the years. Thinking
about the incredible wife God gave me, who loved me unconditionally and made me
a better person. Now all of that is gone, and I am left with just a quiet house
and tears.
But I am also aware
that life never stops and is constantly moving forward, even if I am moving
very slowly right now. People move on. Many of you have been there for me since
day one. But I realize that empathy can last only so long. I have never
considered myself a passive person. I don’t like to be stuck. I praise and
admire proactive people. I enjoy going somewhere in life. But this is very
hard. If I had let my humanity run my emotions, and forgotten that I have a God
who holds me in the palm of his hand, I would have given up long ago. Life
without hope of restoration would be very difficult.
I have taken steps
forward, but I still wake up some mornings wondering when I will truly laugh again
(I mean from deep within). When will I be cruising again on the highway of life
fulfillment? Narrow roads, winding paths, and lonely stretches have been the
norm this year. I don’t want to sound like a complainer because I have been
blessed with wonderful friends, so many prayers, and the love of my immediate
family. On top of that I have a little daughter who does not let one day go by
without giving me kisses and telling me that she loves me. But I am tired of
crying, of missing my loved ones, of spending hours learning new skills, of
taking responsibility for new tasks.
When does grieving
end? Some say "Never;" others say, "Just wait; you will laugh
again." The Bible says that God will turn our mourning into dancing.
Others say the pain will gradually fade into your memory bank. In a sense, I
have found truth in all of these statements.
Some days I want to be
done with grieving. I want to write in my journal: "I woke up this
morning, and life is good. I am not hurting anymore, and I am moving forward."
But I know that the line between the past and the present is never that clear.
We are constantly embracing our past and weaving it into the present. The
future can be new and good, depending on what I do with the good and bad of my
past.
Some days I think I am
over the worst of it. But then I wake realizing that I am on the journey like
anyone else dealing with his or her past and hoping that tomorrow will bring a
new season of joy, renewed dreams, and fulfillment.
Thanks for sharing the truth, Norberto. You are giving people who grieve permission to speak from their hearts when they hurt, and not feel like they have to be on a timeline and "hurry up" through this. And your friends will never run out of empathy--you just help us know how to pray for you when you let us have a peek inside your world. Hugs from Encarnacion.....
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