Twelve years ago today I woke in a fog. Only three days earlier Jan and I were dreaming of the remainder of life as empty-nesters as our youngest was preparing to transfer to an out of state school. That evening she departed this life unexpectedly and suddenly and this day I woke to attend this life's final goodbye.
Recently someone who lost their spouse 10 years ago, when I asked how they were holding up, mentioned doing really well "in most ways." I understood. "Most ways" simple means not every way and that's okay. I scoff at the often ill-fated application of the 5 or 7 steps of grief..not that they don't exist but at the belief so many have that there's a two year window at the end of which the window is closed and you're "over it."
Here's what I know...it takes as long as it takes and I'm not so sure you ever get over death...you simply decide to get on with life.
But, those "not every way" seasons or moments will persist. They hopefully diminish and become less frequent...but they are still present. At least they have been for 12 years.
This past year, as I was preparing for an annual memorial service for the hospice, I thought about that always present-ness that no one told me about and was led to write something to try to explain what it's like.
So...in an admittedly cathartic effort...I offer this for those who are on the same river and to those who love them.
Blessings
MM
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SILENT COMPANION
Like a subterranean river there is in some hearts a constant underlying ache.
Silently present, it is the ache of absence...
of too soon goodbyes and too long separations...
unsolvable in this life.
An unwelcome travel companion present for so long,
at times, one remembers only with difficulty how life was before this fellow traveler arrived.
Few, if any, understand this...
unless, of course, they have been accompanied by this silent companion.
Others are usually uncomfortable at its mention,
awkward in its presence or
frustrated by the futility of trying to fix it...
because most have no idea what "it" is.
So, in silence, those who know this companion muddle along.
Most days its anger is placated by the bandage of busy-ness...
Its pain soothed by the salve of activity...
Its cry muffled by the layers of life's noise.
But in that bandage there is no joy...
In that salve no healing...
In that silence no peace.
Joy, healing and peace are found only in Your living Presence...
in the healing touch of Heaven on earth...
in the sound of worship and angels...
and it is that which those on this river seek - even if they are unaware.
When they find it
this river of ache is somehow transformed and
in a mystery this ache becomes a stream of life.
Silent Companion (c)
Michael Mann
14 February 2013