My Rumination

With the anniversary of Konnor’s death and the holidays approaching it is a normal part of the grieving process for my mind to revisit the events of last year.

My blogs have been a part of my healing process and I felt compelled to try to put into words what I had been through.  I wanted to be able to share my journey with others who may have traveled down a similar path. I’m glad that I have. Because there have been people in grief who have contacted me in private to tell a personal story closely related to my own. That was my purpose, to not feel so alone in my experience and to let other’s know that they are not alone either. Grief has a way of making you feel more alone than you will ever experience in your life. But we are not.

It was my hope that once I put the experience of what I went through on paper, finally exposing myself and my thoughts and my struggles, I would heal. Once released, like our loved ones laid to rest, I could come to terms with what happened and move forward. Once again, I was wrong. Just as the memory of Konnor and his death comes to the surface with his anniversary, so does the feelings of loss and fear and pain and everything that goes with it.

When Konnor died my children and I tried really hard to be supportive of each other. To let each other know how much we meant to each other. There were so many “I love You’s.” So much checking on each other. But then it just got harder, the calls spaced out a little more. Because as I said before, none of us wanted to hurt the other by starting a conversation that may cause the other one to cry. Healing was a priority but only time could heal us.

It isn’t just the DEATH. It was the aftermath. The whole emotional mess I was in because of everything that followed. The long complicated recovery. I feel safe to say that it may be only a month or two that I have been able to call myself “stable” emotionally. To be honest the anniversary and the remembering is a scary thought process that I fear may set me back a few paces. I may need a little time to gather myself as most grievers do I suppose.

The holidays will never be the same. Ever. We will have to find joy in them of course. But every single year we will remember that Konnor is missing. We will remember him. But we will ache.

I don’t know, I don’t have all the answers. I try really hard to believe that there is a reason for everything and that there is good in everyone. I search for ways to recover so I can find joy in what life I have left. I want to love my children and laugh with them. I want to see the beauty in this world before it’s too late. But…

I’m not going to pretend that the Holiday’s are not painful. I’m not going to pretend that I’m not missing Konnor. I can’t act like I don’t remember everything that happened last year. It is embedded in my heart and in my memory.

 

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Grieving Grandmother to Konnor Mason who passed suddenly at eight years old on November 22, 2015. With this blog I hope to share my thoughts and feelings as I move forward through grief toward hope and healing.

5 thoughts on “My Rumination

  1. with us it’s Easter, only there is no resurrection (not on earth, anyway) – and I just realized (re my comment on the last post) I was thinking of her birthday – it was actually in the 10th month of losing her that I lost my dad – no wonder – I can hardly believe it – there was no time for her for him – can I say again I believe I understand what you will be going through as you enter this first holiday anniversary season – embrace the memory – with love

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  2. I don’t think I realized Konnor was as old as he was, though I know he was still young to what he should have been when this happened, but I’ve always wondered if it’s harder the older they are but still young; Konnor was 8 yrs. old; Klara was only 8 mos. old, so in comparison you had a lot to say for a eulogy; I wasn’t expecting as much as there was; what do you say about an 8 mo. old?

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      1. so you think it was harder? definitely harder to pull together a eulogy or maybe it was just compressed into days/weeks/months rather than years because we definitely spend pretty much every one with her but, yes, we loved her just as much – thank you

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