On February 4th, I posted about the words I had chosen for myself for 2015:
CHANGE and BRAVE.
I chose those two words to be my mantra for the year because at that time I was unhappy professionally, and wanted to do something about it. I thought that as the new year started it would be the perfect time to be brave and make that kind of big life change.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine what kind of change and brave 2015 had in store for me. For my family. It actually makes me want to find glass versions of the two words and throw them against the wall.
My dad died on April 30th. And since then, our lives have been forever changed, and we have had to be so freaking brave that I would be proud of us if I weren't so mad that we had to be so brave in the first place.
I have been struggling with what to write for another grief post. I have tried to have my previous grief posts (up until now) have a positive spin...at least as positive as humanly possible when faced with the unthinkable.
I talked about
the loss the day after it happened.
I shared our
uncertainty in the first days.
I was thankful for
all the good.
I showed a picture of
this coke bottle.
I gave an update after
a month and all we had been through.
I wrote about how
grief has affected different people.
I shared my
morning routine.
I explained how I am always
looking for light and want others to
look for light too.
Pretty positive, right? You are probably gathering from the beginning of my post that I maybe have entered the anger phase. I am. Especially because I had such high hopes for this year and what it would be like.
Change and Brave.
Change and Brave.
Change and Brave.
Yeah. I'm pretty pissed about it. And I just don't get it.
It's a lot of what I think about when I go for my runs. I think about everything that has changed. And I think about how brave we all have been because of what we continue to do every day. Like getting out of bed. Sometimes that feels like the bravest thing I do all day.
But I just did something more brave and searched my email inbox for my dad's emails. And what I came across was a brief email exchange I had with him when I knew I was going to quit my job back in February. I emailed him the draft of the resignation letter I wrote to get some feedback. I was so nervous and anxious and worried and totally freaked out.
He emailed back and said "This looks OK. Breathe deeply today!!"
That's what he was. The ultimate calmer-downer. For all of us.
So there's my answer, and what I think is his way to remind me (and my mom!) what we can do.
Through the anger and the sadness and the change and the bravery, one thing we can do is BREATHE DEEPLY.