Christmas greeting

This years Christmas greeting card comes via the magic (and my limited art skills) of the picsart app. I had fun tinkering around with the fonts, colors and many other goodies. There is a sense of only being limited by

Rescue

The Backstory

I rescue this building from the attic once a year. It's about 10 inches tall and triangular. The thing about this building is that once it's on the side table on top of the mirror, guarded by a couple of trees and plugged in, it officially sets the holiday mood.

Falling into autumn

The Backstory

Every year right about this time I spent time and energy looking for fall decorations stored

somewhere in the house. Normally they are in the in the attic yet last year I decided that I didn't want to deal with the attic so I stored it in the house in the main closet. Fast forward to last week.

I could not, for the life of me, remember if I had actually stored them in the closet. No big deal right. It was a matter of  going in there and looking around. I did and no such luck. After that my lack of desire of going in the attic almost made me forgo falling up the place. Yet the season got the best of me so I took a deeper look in the closet. There it was, buried under things that I stored there throughout the year. Luckily nothing was to heavy for me to move. It was a little tight so maneuvering was

Dealing with Loss

How do you cope with the loss of a loved one? Everyone deals with it differently that is a given. Is there a right or wrong way to grieve? I am not able to answer that either, as one thing might be right for one person but totally wrong for another. I've dealt with such losses at an early age. At one point I felt as if every weekend was spent in a funeral parlor watching my parents say goodbye to a friend or a family member. It left an impression on me because no one could explain to me the look on everyone's face. It was as if I was looking into their grief yet not fully comprehending the depth of such pain. Many years later I learned what that look meant when one of my brothers passed away.

The word pain is not nearly enough to fully describe what I was feeling. I know a part of me died when he died. I know I miss him terribly. I miss being naïve about mortality...did I need to learn this lesson? If I say I did, then why did my brother's loss have to be to the one to teach me? Honestly, I would have not preferred to have learned it at all. Since then I have lost two childhood friends and my oldest stepson. Each time the pain compounds almost to the point of not being able to breathe. So how do I cope with so much loss? I don't pressure myself in to rationalizing it for the most part. I cry and cry and cry some more. Eventually, I make sense of it all. I'll make a conscious choice to honor them by honoring my memories of them, the jokes they played on people or on me, their spirits filled with eagerness to conquer all they could, watching them fall, dust themselves off and pick themselves back up again, their dreams played out in front of me, their ability to make things so much better than what they found them, the light in their eyes when speaking of their favorite things...yes, I carry these memories where ever I go. When I hear a song that reminds me of one of them, I smile and am thankful for having had the wonderful opportunity to have had their presence in my life. One thing remains constant, their zest for life is often what reminds me of how fortunate I am to still have the opportunity to live my life to the fullest, to stay true to oneself and above all never take anyone for granted although I must confess there are times that on some of these I may not always succeed.

One relative called me cold once because I did not show emotion when they expected me to.  What they did not know at that time was that it took all the energy I had to stay calm or else I would have lost my mind. That is how painful loss is to me. It's not lack of emotion or fear of showing emotion. It is an overwhelming sensation that stems from every fiber of your being and containing it is the only choice for me when others are grieving at the same time. That was the look on everyone's face all those years ago. That's what I have managed to understand yet I close my eyes and wish it all away if I had only one wish to bring back those who I have loved and lost. So the next time when sharing with family and friends I'll look into their eyes and I'll capture their essence as if for the last time. I'll give them all the time I may have to give and I'll sleep calmly knowing that each of them knows how much they are loved and appreciated just for being exactly who they are.

Norbela