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A Tough Week

1/16/2016

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This week I am posting this in the days just after my husband’s oldest step brother, Ron, was buried.  There have been a lot of tough emotions this week, just as there have been in the last couple of years as Ron has and our family have been on a roller coaster that no one would pay money to get on.  Not quite knowing what to blog about, I came across this and thought that I would share it.  It is not mine. I do not know who wrote it.  It is the answer that an Old Guy gave to the following plea on line:
“My friend just died.  I don’t know what to do.”
Here is Old Guy’s response.  I think he says it pretty well.
I’m old.  What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not.  
I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbours, and a host of other folks.  I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child.  But here’s my two cents....
I wish I could say you get used to people dying.  But I never did.  I don’t want to.  It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter what the circumstances.   But I don’t want it to “not matter”.  I don’t want it to be something that just passes.  My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person.  And if the scar is deep, so was the love.  So be it.
Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love.  And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was.  Scars are a testament to life.  Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see.
As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves.  When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you.  Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more.  And all you can do is float.  You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while.  Maybe it’s some physical thing.  Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph.  Maybe it’s a person who is also floating.  For a while, all you can do is float.  Stay alive. 


In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy.  They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath.  All you can do is hang on and float.  After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart.  When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out.  But in between, you can breathe, you can function.  You never know what’s going to trigger the grief.  It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee.  It can be just about anything... and the wave comes crashing.   But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall.  Or 50 feet tall.  And while they still come, they come further apart.  You can see them coming.  An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O’Hare.  You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself.  And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side.  Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.
Take it from an old guy.  The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to.  But you learn that you’ll survive them.  And other waves will come.  And you’ll survive them too.  
If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves.  And lots of shipwrecks.


I think that says it better than I could have.  It’s been that kind of a week.  In the midst of it all, we have had a very, very special time with our family.  We have laughed and cried and laughed again.  And I am very grateful to be a part of this family. 
In memory of Dr. Ron Kimberley.
4 Comments
Sheri link
1/16/2016 06:52:06 pm

Liz and Jim, I am so sorry for your loss. Thinking of you both!

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Ruth
1/17/2016 02:22:24 pm

So sorry to read this sad news about the loss of Jim's brother. Sending a wave of loving thoughts your way.

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Greg Critchley
1/18/2016 03:06:29 pm

Hi Liz - love this story, and it speaks to me personally, as it does for so many. I love the words of CS Lewis. "The pain then is part of the happiness now. That's the deal." As I get older and allow myself to get closer to people, I am very aware of how much it's gonna hurt someday. It's still a deal I'll gladly accept. The alternative is daily pain.

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Elizabeth Critchley
1/19/2016 12:01:28 pm

I love your comment about the 'deal' you are willing to accept. I hadn't thought of it in exactly that way. I feel a blog coming on.

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    Elizabeth Critchley (CPCC, ACC) is an accredited, certified, Professional Life Coach who excels at helping motivated clients clearly define and work toward their goals, dreams and purpose.  She believes it takes the same amount of energy to create a big dream as it does to create a little dream.  She encourages her clients to dare to dream big.

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