I have taken a long hiatus from blogging. Part of it is because I have been trying to stay focused on the important people in my life and spending time with them. The other part is because I don’t want to sound like a broken record. I am still grieving. I am still hurting. I am still struggling to find that “new normal”. I realize that it has not been a year yet, and because of that I am trying really hard to cut myself some slack. But there are times that the fog still makes it hard to move forward.
We are in the middle of Advent, the time of preparation for Christmas. I am terrified of that holiday this year. Honestly, I have been scared since Thanksgiving. This has always been my favorite time of the year. I love everything about it – the decorations, the music, the specials on TV, the family traditions. One tradition was that Dad and I always went out on a “booming around” day. It was a shopping day where it was just the 2 of us (until the Cubs came along and then they came with us) and we went shopping for mom and whoever it was I needed to buy a special present for (boyfriends as I was growing up and then gifts for Papa Bear as we started dating and throughout our married life). The day would always include Dad taking me out for lunch. As I got older the day became more about the lunch and the conversations we shared than about the actual shopping. When I graduated from Nursing School and started working he would pull out his date book on Thanksgiving weekend and say “we need to plan when we can do our day”. We always aimed for weekdays since the stores would be less busy. Until I was in my late teens the man had me convinced that he did not know how to wrap a gift, so I always wrapped the gifts for him after we got home from shopping. Once I was living on my own I would always have a big pot of chili waiting for us so we could warm up while I wrapped. This will be the first year in 46 years that we have missed a shopping day. I have tried to think of so many ways to “honor” that tradition and create a new one. I have yet to come up with one that feels right. I thought about doing a spa day, but money and scheduling just did not work out. I have tried to think of other ways….go out with the Cubs for a shopping day, make it a family day of shopping, do some sort of service project with the family. Nothing has worked out from a scheduling standpoint, and honestly, nothing has worked out from a feeling “right” standpoint either.
But this is just one of the things that have changed. There are some not so great memories of last year’s Christmas that I have to work through. Mom and dad usually came up to decorate our tree with us, but last year dad did not feel good enough for long enough to come up, so our tree did not even get decorated until 2 days before Christmas. I am not even in the mood to decorate the tree this year. After Christmas Eve Mass last year is when dad took a very bad turn for the worse and they had to leave our home in the wee hours of Christmas Morning while the cubs were still asleep. It was the 1st Christmas morning that the Cubs did not spend with my parents.
During this precious time of the year I am just sitting in a low spot. I know I have to work through the pain. I know that have to just survive until the healing starts to occur. I know that eventually there will be a “new normal”. But right now, at this moment, it hurts. And I want things to “old normal” again. But normal would mean he would be in pain again. Normal would mean that the loss was still going to occur. Neither of those things would I want for him or my family. But that does not stop what I am feeling right now, at this moment. All I do right now is to cry out to the only one who knows completely about my pain and hang on to the faith that has been given to me.