Sunday, March 29, 2015

Full Circle

I had never known more anguish, never known more sadness, and never known more loneliness than the day I lost Ryan.  I remember those early days clearly, although I hesitate to bring myself there fully. It’s an indescribable feeling.  Helplessness and nausea are the only words that come to mind. In the moment all I could do was concentrate on lifting my foot and then positioning it in front of me. One feeble footstep at a time. One minute at a time. Everything baby steps. Everything frightening.

The process of losing a beloved spouse is a horrifying one, and one I only bring up because a dear friend lost her husband last week. Our correspondence brings me back to those helpless, nauseous moments. I continue only to glance at the memories though; I won’t completely succumb to them.

Looking back at myself just a couple years ago, and then seeing me now, I wonder how I got here in one piece. It was a process. Surviving wasn’t achieved by anything special inside of me. It was my ability to endure that was my best quality; getting up in the morning my best talent. I remember vomiting every morning from anxiety and then pulling myself together enough to leave my bedroom to be a mother to the boys. It was their faces that gave me purpose, and ultimately got me through the worst of it.

And now here I am, a few years later, engaged to another man, and embarking on a new adventure that should have me terrified, but instead brings me only waves of peace and joy.

I suppose I just need to publically acknowledge the miracle. How I have been blessed with two men who love me fully, for who I am, warts and all…how?

Miracle. It can only be that.

My fianc√© thinks he was sent to care for me, but I feel like I was sent to care for him. We have both been through hell, it’s only by the miracle that we’re able to account for the peace we feel when we are together. He is my rest. When I am with him my worries disappear and I’m able to bask in a happy glow of sureness.

Life throws curveballs. Losing Ryan was a brutal one. Finding Doug was a brilliantly surprising one.

I guess Forrest Gump was right.

But my heart tugs tonight for my dear friend, Tara. The ache. I’ll never forget the ache.

Tara is a fellow D Mama. Dov, her husband, had many super powers, one being a badass D Dad.  His long battle with colon cancer at such a young age seems so tragic, but Dov made it anything but that. He made it magic. It sounds ridiculous, but he did…and I’m forever in his debt for showing me that magic lies within our own selves. No one, and no disease, can take that magic away from us.  It’s a lesson that can change lives. Ponder it for yourself, I beg of you.

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There is so much worry on Tara’s plate right now. If we can take away some of that weight, I’m sure we’ll feel some of that ol’ Dov magic start to stir inside of us. I ask you, which one of us couldn’t use a little more magic in their life?

God Speed, Dov Siporin.

You are loved.

And Tara, I hope through all of this you will find as I did, that same nagging feeling in your heart that says, yes, everything…some day…some way…is going to be ok.


CFD.

3 comments:

  1. Dear Meri, I found your blog about 3 years ago when I first found the doc. I am so happy that you have come through to the her side so to speak and have found live and peace in your heart again. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose someone so close to you and continue. Thank you for sharing your story and being a place of solace, support and inspiration for others <3

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  2. I love the name Doug.

    We have a man friend who lost his wife (also our friend) when she was 37. He remarried soon after. He said he decided, "I could either say, 'Well, I guess that's as much happiness as I get. I'm done,' or I could go on living." I was floored. That ability to put one foot in front of the other and carry on IS a miracle. I guess no one knows if they'll be able to do it until they get there.

    I'm glad Tara has you.

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