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MarkM

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    1/16/2020
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  1. Turning a corner Last Saturday was abysmal. I let the dog out, fed her and went back to bed til about 10am. I didn't care to do anything but try to sleep, which was short lived. The day was spent puttering around on the internet and feeling sorry for myself. I was a mess. Sunday wasn't much different, except that I sought out some scripture and prayed that the Lord life me up from the darkness. I have a Bible app on my phone that keeps feeding me verses that seem to be spot on. It's almost as if someone is watching out for me, insert sarcasm here. Of course he is and for that matter it seems as if though Susie is too. I have felt her presence on numerous occasions and I take comfort in it. Tuesday morning, when I woke up, something seemed different. There was a slight cessation of the normal feeling I awaken with, where I come to and realize that this nightmare is real. I got ready for work and decided to wear a bright green shirt that belonged to Susie. Up until then I was wearing dark colors, which pretty much reflected my mood. I fully expected my mood to take a dive during the day, but it didn't. I actually laughed a couple of times and it felt good. On my way home I talked to Susie and I thanked her for watching over me. I told her that I had felt her concern and that I wanted her to know that I would be OK. I suggested that she go check on her Daughters to make sure that they were alright. I could almost feel her relief. I know she knew that I was a mess and it had been this way ever since she left. I still cry daily, mostly in the evening, but I feel I have turned a corner. the hardest thing I'm having to deal with now is the loneliness. I'm accepting of the fact that Susie is gone, at least physically and her absence is really hard to deal with. I so miss the company, the conversation, the laughter, hearing her voice and feeling her touch. I have picked up the guitar again, am working up the callouses, getting my voice back in order and relearning some wonderful songs that I once played for her. I sit next to her pretty suede cowboy hat, pictures of her and I am able to smile on occasion. For the second service, or "Celebration of Life", I'm still working on the photo collage, the song list and I'm seriously contemplating performing a song. If I think I can pull it off without completely losing it, I just might. This one comes to mind. She always loved it....
  2. I didn't mention this before, but already being overwhelmed with the loss of Susie, the family suffered another tragic loss. I had Susie's phone and about 4 days after Susie passed, her brother Andy called it after I had gone to bed. The next morning, on January 21st, I checked her phone as I do daily, since I don't have the heart to cut it off yet. I found the missed call and a voicemail from her little brother Andy. He simply said "Hello?". I called him a little later that day and he told me that he wasn't sure who had her phone, but was delighted to hear my voice. We talked for about 45 minutes and had a wonderful conversation. We talked about Susie, our faith, that she had gone to be with the Lord and how much was look forward to seeing her again someday. I told him that I considered him to be my brother. He told me the same and confided in me that I had treated him better than his own brother, which touched me deeply. His brother had gone down a bad path and is pretty much a pariah to the family. He told me to call anytime and I said the same. I told him I loved him and he replied in like. On the evening of February 14th, Valentine's Day, his older daughter found Andy in his home, unresponsive. He had passed away at the age of only 56. Andy didn't do drugs, or drink, but he did have COPD and I'm guessing he suffered heart failure. Yesterday I went to his funeral and the combination of the loss of Susie and Andy was devastating. It left everyone shell shocked and at a loss to explain how two such wonderful people could be taken from us so close together. Andy was a Deacon at his church and highly regarded as a Godly man. I believe that he and Susie are together again and I am trying to maintain my composure in recovering. God speed brother Andy!
  3. Marty, Thank you so much for providing access to this webinar. Dr. Hoy was very informative. At his suggestion I also watched the Youtube TED presentation, "We don't "move on" from grief. We move forward with it" by Nora McInerny. I have a lot of work to do on myself, but these provided me with the tools to go about it. In the comment thread below Nora McInerny's presentation, someone aptly stated: "Grief is love with nowhere to go." Those words hit home and are descriptive for how I feel. I have my love for the Lord, but my love for Susie was of course a completely different type of love and I am consumed with it. I am finding out that the degree of love someone feels for another, is commensurate with the degree of grief they will feel after the loss of that loved one. I am also realizing that I have never loved anyone as much as I loved Susie. I know that she would never want me to crawl into my shell and stop caring about myself on her account. I can almost hear her fussing at me to make that point. I figure the best thing I can do to honor her memory and my love for her, is to persevere. I will find my way through the darkness and carry her with me all the way.
  4. Thank you for the article. There is a lot of good advice in it. I'm going out of my way to keep Sadie's stress down and give her time to normalize, but it's a challenge. She has onset collapsed trachea. When she get's anxious, she starts to cough and it just goes downhill from there. I honestly think if she had full knowledge of the reality about her Mama, she wouldn't last 48 hours. I don't think I could take losing her too, so soon after Susie.
  5. Marty, Thank you so much for that guidance. I am signed up and I very much look forward to the event. I can't tell you enough how glad I am that I found this website and decided to become a part of it. Years ago I had a wonderful therapist who helped me overcome a loss in my life that I was not equipped to deal with on my own. You are that level of expert and you seem to know the very thing that I need to heal. God bless you!
  6. They say one of the worse experiences in life is a child passing before the parent. I pray I never know what that is like. My Daughter is all I have left, well, and my dog Sadie. With our children having been grown, Sadie was like our child. A little Pomeranian we got back in 2010 and if there were ever an emotional support dog, it has been her. One of the hardest things for me to witness is her trying to process the absence of her "Mama". Susie was Sadie's pack leader and like me, she's lost. I used to joke with Susie, that "there is no life without Mama" and that applied to both myself and Sadie, when Susie wasn't around. We're a pitiful pair now and I'm doing my best to help her normalize as I attempt to. If I lost her now, I would break up in little pieces.
  7. I know that Susie wouldn't want me to harden my heart and misdirect the grieving I feel for her. I don't think either one of us could foresee the ramifications of her passing. We knew the day would come, but chose not to talk about it too much, in favor of talking about the moment we were sharing together. We thought we had more time, until it became apparent that we didn't. The loneliness I feel now is hard for me to handle after never feeling loneliness for so long. I actually had forgotten what it felt like, but now I remember all too well and on a level I never experienced before. As I did when she lived, I feel I must be strong for her and carry on. It's the way she would want it and unless the good Lord has different plans, I believe I will be around for some time. Being single will be a challenge that I guess I will have to overcome. I just try to imagine her being with me and it seems to help a little. I have one of those digital picture frames that I've loaded up with all kinds of great photos over the years. Seeing the random rotation of her smiles seems to help as well. Life is an adventure and mine is just on a downturn. I've learned over the years that the good comes with the bad and neither can last forever.
  8. You were very fortunate. I would have left this job years ago, but I was afraid to rock the boat and lose my ability to provide for Susie. I may consider reinventing myself to the extent that it is possible. All I know is that now it's horrible to be here. My boss happens to be one of those people I mentioned before, who bury their grief and allow it to turn into anger, or some other destructive emotion. As a result, his empathy for others leaves a lot to be desired. Thank you, I thought she is very beautiful as well. The first time we met, my heart skipped a beat and I just knew thre was something special about her. I was blessed to have gotten the opportunity to spend about a third of my life with such a lovely woman.
  9. Thank you, she is beautiful and she was beautiful on the inside as well. Besides finding the song, I've been going through old mini disc recordings of duets we used to do, hearing her pretty singing voice, her laughter and remembering the context has been a wonderful reminder for which I'm thankful. I would have been ok with being there when she went, but as it turned out, I gave that day to her daughters since I had her to myself the day before. I honestly thought I would get another, but it was not to be. At least got to say goodbye one last time and let her know I loved her.
  10. Gwenivere, sadly I only got about 5 days off of work, not counting the ones I spent with Susie. I lost my composure a couple of times today in front of customers and felt compelled to explain why. Everyone has been very understanding with the exception of my boss. He's in his own little world, but that's whole different story. Though I had told myself over the years that there would come a day, it didn't matter, there was no preparing for it, especially when the end game came so quickly. I got to see Susie the day before she passed and in at least some way, conversed with her, which I count as a blessing. The next day, for all accounts and purposes, she was moving onto the next life. I will keep all her photos, even including the ones where she is ravaged by disease, but I will always think of her as I met her. That is the mind I knew, up until the time that cancer had done it's damage. I will pray for you to find peace in your life. I'm sure that Steve would have never wanted you to suffer so. I'm sure also that he watches over you and wants you to find contentment. I realize nothing I can say will bring that about, but the good Lord can provide anything we need if only we ask. Last night I was pouring through old computer files, from a drive that once belonged to her. I found a folder entitled "Feelings", that was nested in among photos of me and, a few writings and copies of our first correspondence. Within that folder I found a file named "Belonging". Clicking on it I found lyrics to an old Bread song I don't recall ever hearing. Look it up on Youtube, It is beautiful. It was like finding buried treasure and it warmed my heart. I will learn it and play it just for her. Belonging By Bread, Sung by David Gates. I wanted love so very bad that I could almost taste it And so I gave my all to you And hoped you would not waste it I laid awake the whole night long And wondered was I wrong But when you woke and touched my face I knew that I belonged Belonging to someone I find is very necessary The load is lighter on your mind When someone helps to carry And even though I'm strong enough To make it on my own I would not even care to try To live my life alone For if I lived my life alone With no one to belong to There'd be no one to pledge my heart Or sing my song of love to My melodies would soon dry up And the words would leave me too It all would come to pass if I Could not belong to you I wanted love so very bad that I could almost taste it And when I gave mine all to you I knew you would not waste it
  11. I'm having a really rough time today. I pretty much didn't sleep last night and it took everything I could muster to get out pf bed. Work is horrible and I can't concentrate at all. I wish I could just go home, curl up in bed and cry myself to sleep. I lost her two weeks ago today and it feels like it was last night. I wish this was all a big nightmare and I would wake up and she would be there.
  12. Thank you, I believe that though I will never be able to replace Susie, my soul will at least heal to the extent that it isn't constantly consumed with grief. I attribute this to a belief of a life hereafter and that I will see her again. I think love is a double edged sword, it can hurt and it can heal. Now it's time to slowly strive for the latter.
  13. Gwenivere and Kay, I totally understand where you are coming from. I have always been a proactive person, immediately confronting my problems and doing my best to embrace old memories, even if they may at first make me feel uncomfortable. Susie had a beautiful singing voice and when I was listening to some old mini discs of songs we did together, it actually made me feel warm inside, almost like she was there. Thankfully I find great comfort in old photos, recordings and even the things she wrote. I can't imagine not having those around me. When I do start composing, it will be after this horrible stage I'm in now. I don't want to write something that is a downer, but more a tribute to her kind heart and beautiful soul. I feel it's all going to be critical in filling the void I now feel.
  14. Marty, I just got through "After caregiving ends" and there are some excellent points I hadn't thought about. There is no doubt that a lot of my feeling lost, is because my purpose with Susie has ended. It was a challenge, but I honestly don't feel much relief with it being gone. We have had many discussions over the years about what I felt was my loving duty. She felt guilty on many occasions, about my having to do things for her, causing lost sleep due to her pain and discomfort, but I assured her it was not a problem. In the last few months I believe she actually attempted to alienate me a time or two. This I suspect was designed to potentially cause me to give up and relinquish my duties, relieving me of the responsibility, because she felt bad. I called her on it and it stopped immediately. About two weeks before she passed, she said that the only reason she thought about not clinging to life, was that I would no longer have to bother with her care. I informed her that I loved her very much and that it was my pleasure to perform the task. I think she finally understood, though neither one of us realized that it was nearly at the end. I feel no guilt over the way I conducted my care. I had plenty of experience caring for my Mom and thankfully it prepared me for Susie. I wanted to make sure that I could sleep at night knowing that I always tried to do the right thing.
  15. Kieron, The emptiness is overwhelming and particularly today. I feel hollowed out and wounded to the soul. It's really difficult to describe. I find myself talking to Susie throughout the day. from telling her "good morning" when I walk out the door and look up at the sky, to when I tell her I love her when I lay my head on the pillow at night. The other morning, just as the sunlight was beginning to show on the horizon, the skies were clear and we had a crescent moon on it's back, my layman terminology. She loved that phase and we always called it "her moon". It reminded me of the line from the song "I'll be seeing you", that goes "I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you". I'll always remember her that way and I hope she's admiring it as much as I am, but from the other side. Gwenivere, I've known people who deal with grief by attempting to suppress it, or converting it to anger, etc..., but I've never been such a person. In these times, I typically am drawn to songs and poetry that trigger and express the emotions. Once I do that from time to time, it seems to relieve the pressure at least for a little while. I think I feel one of those episodes coming on soon. I try not to wallow in grief, but to deal with it and move on to the next level. Pain and heartache have been the influence for some of the most beautiful music ever written. I've been fascinated with emotions in music my entire life. My Father was a professional musician. As a child, I remember watching in awe as he would perform "Old Shep" and watching people around a campfire fight back the tears. Years ago he told me that tragedy evoked powerful music. Music is a wonderful medium for emotion and for me, it has been both a way to express them as well as capture them in time.
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