I have been thinking about how hard it is to lose someone you love. When my daddy passed away, it was a shock to me. I never dreamed I would lose him at only 70 years old. You expect to have your parents until they are atleast up into their 80's and hopefully longer.
My husband and I had gone on a vacation to Branson, Missouri.
We did not call to check on things until almost home. When we called home and talked to my stepdaughter she gave us some bad news about daddy. It turned my world completely upside down. My daddy had had a massive stroke. We were nearer the hospital where they had taken him than we were to our home, so we kept driving on to the hospital where he was. Still hanging on to hope that it possibly was not as bad as it sounded, It broke my heart in two when I saw that he had been placed on life support.
We all took our turn in talking to him. I let him know that I was there and that I loved him. I felt strongly that he knew when we got there, but I really didn't know why. We all as a family had to make the difficult decision to remove him from life support.
It just never felt real to me.
The day before we left on our trip, my mother and daddy came by the hospital to visit with me during lunch. I was working in medical records at the time.
As I think back now to that day, I remember some things about the way daddy looked. He was so swollen in his face, he did not even appear to have a neck.
Also, his coloring was terrible. He looked grey is the best way I know how to describe it. His face did not have much color at all. When they left from their visit, he also was limping or giving to one leg.
About ten days later we were having his funeral. That day, I convinced myself, it was someone else. This was not my daddy lying in that casket, because he looked nothing like himself. It just had to be someone else.
After all started calming down after his burial, It took me several months before I would go back to the cemetery. I probably wouldn't have gone back as soon as I did if not for a simple message that found me as I was driving past the cemetery on my way somewhere else. Just as I reached the driveway to the cemetery, a school bus was fixing to let a child off at his home directly across from that driveway. Out popped the warning sign, STOP!
I stopped, knowing that was also a message from the Lord for me to go visit the cemetery. Since that time I could always feel subtle messages from above that were meant for me even though they would not have been clear to anyone else.
I drove into the cemetery and parked my car. I walked to my daddy's gravesite and just stood there feeling so very lost; so sad.
The tears came for the first time since the funeral. I just couldn't before. I had buried my pain so deeply inside. I cried and cried and cried that day. From that time, I started truly healing. I found myself able to let out all my anguish. There were two times I remember having good cries and lying face down on my bed. I was just so distraught. Both times when this occurred, our home phone sitting on the bedside table close to me, rang, but when I answered there was no one on the line.
In the office, where I worked, we were not allowed to wear perfume of any kind because of so many of the girls having allergic reactions to it. So one day, when I was sitting at my desk, I smelled this really powdery fresh scent float across my nose. It actually made me sneeze. I was confused. Someone had to be wearing something that was tickling my nose. I got up from my desk and checked all through the office for who it was...nothing. There was not another soul in that office but me.
The next morning before I ever opened my eyes, I had the same thing happen again, only it felt like an actual feather touching me under the nose; the same fresh scent. I was just sure when I opened my eyes someone would be standing there at my bedside but there was no one. I come to realize that all these things happening were messages that everything was going to be alright.
Because of the fresh scent I could smell when these happenings occurred, I came to know that it was an angel that was visiting me to let me know that daddy was in a wonderful place and he was okay.
I realized after a while that, hey, I recognize that scent... It was that wonderful smell that a newborn baby has for a while. So now, I am certainly convinced that like an angel, a newborn has that scent because they have come from heaven; babies only losing it after they've been in this world for a while.
The next thing that happened was during the first Christmas without daddy. My husband had cut me a large base out of plywood for my Christmas village collection, drilling many holes in it for the electric plugs to go through, hiding them underneath. It was a delightful addition to my Christmas decor. I had a motion sensor lighthouse. It was no longer working properly; I just did not want to get rid of it. It was still beautiful.
One day as I was feeling very melancholy, I had stopped at the opposite end of my village to cry; total opposite end from the lighthouse. As I cried, my lighthouse went off. I was standing many feet away from it; too far for it to have the light in the top of it lit up and rotating. You cannot believe what a surprise that was. We are talking about a village that extended a good 6 to 8 feet. Even if it had decided to work once again, you always had to be standing right at the lighthouse for it to go off. I was very aware without a doubt that it was meant to comfort me.
It took me such a long time to begin healing after this loss. I do understand that one person grieves differently from another; some taking longer than others.
It definitely took me longer.
The loss of a loved one is not the only type of grief a person may experience. Sometimes you outgrow places that seemed as though your permanent home. People may drift away because life takes you in a different direction. It hurts to feel as though you are walking away from pieces of your own heart. Change is good but even when it's necessary, it still feels like loss. It hurts that something that meant everything to you is now just a memory. Grief exists because something or someone mattered to you. If it mattered, it will always be a part of who you are.
If you feel the ache of leaving behind what was familiar, know that it is alright. You are allowed to grieve the past even as you step into your future. Growing in your life does not erase love...
Moving forward does not mean you forget.