A Time to Mourn
This time of year seems to be a very melancholy, introspective one for me. Last year I thought it was because it was full of all of the first "last times" - a year since I taught my kids, a year since I got sick, a year since I was able to hike, a year since I walked independently, a year since I became dependent on a wheelchair, a year since I lost so much. Apparently those anniversaries are just as powerful the second year as the first because I started to get into a funk as October began, and it was the beginning of October when I really started getting sick two years ago. I feel the old emotions creeping back in - the frustration, the anger at my body for betraying me when I had everything I had ever wanted in life (a job teaching special education, awesome friends, and was ironically the healthiest I had ever been before this happened with hiking and teaching all day and doing yoga), the aching longing to have all of the unanswered questions answered and to give this monster a name so I can call it out into the light, the grief for what I lost. Now it sounds like I am sitting around feeling sorry for myself and that is absolutely not the case, but when I least expect it I find these old feelings creeping around again when I thought they were long gone. I guess there is a season to everything and this is my season to mourn. Soon enough it will be my season to dance and celebrate and be joyful. Even in the mourning I am thankful, for in order to feel loss I had to have had some incredible experiences and opportunities and I am forever thankful for them and for the life I have been given. Considering I was never supposed to live beyond my first birthday, every day is borrowed bonus time.
I have another entry that I want to write soon, but this is what came out when I sat down to type so I am going to go with it for tonight and save the other for another day this week. This is more real to what I am experiencing now, a real image of the fact that there are still seasons of mourning two years out and probably ten or twenty years out just as there are seasons of celebration and seasons of joy and season of dancing.
* photo courtesy of iStock Photo
October 20, 2010 at 10:37 PM
Seems like we might be coming up to a one-year anniversary of our meeting online. If we figure out a date, I will celebrate the day.
Barbara
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