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A Day at the Boardwalk – 9/19/16

This was originally posted on 9/19/16.

Yesterday Camille and I were invited to join Linda Crews and kids on a day trip to Santa Cruz. Camille and Julia have been close friends since elementary school and Linda and I are close friends also. We had a great day. We smiled, we laughed and yes, we hunted Pokémon together. I knew there would be hard parts too, Patrick loved Santa Cruz.

When I got home I was very sad and I wanted to write but I felt a little guilty. This blog is so helpful to me but I don’t want it to hurt others. I didn’t want Linda to feel bad that I was sad. She is a good friend though so I knew she would probably understand but I just couldn’t do it.

This morning I woke up and Linda had added some pictures to Facebook and a little comment about missing Craig, who is on a business trip, and it brought it all into perspective for me. Of course it was okay for me to miss Patrick! Linda had a great day too but she still wished Craig could have been there to share it. I don’t want to go through life moping that he is not there every time I do something fun but I need to acknowledge that I do have those feelings. No matter how much fun I have he is still not here when I get back home.

There were memories all day. As we drove over the Pacheco pass I remembered the trip where the darn Ford Pinto broke down at the very top. We had to be towed back to Los Banos and we spent the night at the Cinderella motel. The tow truck driver dropped us off on the other side of 152 but that hotel had no rooms so we had to haul all of our stuff across the street. I’m sure Patrick did most of the hauling. We had planned to go camping with friends and I think we had two ice chests packed with “provisions”, mainly the kind to keep us hydrated. 😉The next day dad came and rescued us.

As we drove into Santa Cruz we passed the hill where Zio Carlo’s beach house was. We stayed there several times and it was always a fun trip. As we walked onto the boardwalk the train was leaving and I remembered the time we took that up into the foothills for the day. Camille rode the carousel and was able to throw a ring in the clown’s mouth. This would have made her dad proud and also brought back memories of the many summers he spent time there with his family.

There were also a few trips with the girls and I have pictures to help remember those. Our more recent vacations were spent in the Pismo and Cayucos areas so those will be harder trips for me. Especially since many of them were anniversary trips. Santa Cruz was a good first trip back to the beach and it will help prepare me for Thanksgiving in Pismo.

There are going to be good days and bad days and I just have to find a way to get through all of them. I hope that it will get easier. I know life will keep moving forward and that’s what I have to do also. But I’m not going to lie, it would be great to wake up and find that this was just a really intense nightmare. And I know most of you would agree. 🙂

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Happily married mother of two 9-17-16

Originally posted on 9/17/16. I’m still working to get everything transferred from my old blog. It’s nice to read the old entries and see that I feel at least a little better now!

I’ve been looking at my social profile descriptions recently. They basically all say the same thing. “I am a happily married mother of two”. I just can’t bring myself to change them. Who would I be then?

One of the hardest parts of losing your spouse is losing part of your identity. I’m not really ready to embrace the term widow but I get annoyed when it is not an option on paperwork because I’m definitely not single. And I may never change my relationship status on Facebook. Widow is just such a sad term and I don’t like doing the sad thing!

I’ve been shredding old paperwork and I got rid of all of “our” address labels. Today I was wondering if I should save some of the paperwork from our early life together. Canceled checks, bank statements, doctors bills, etc. I really have no need for any of these things but it was a really odd feeling to shred them. I did save a few checks so I would have a copy of his signature.

There are a still a lot of things in both of our names. I’ve only changed what I had to. I’m in no rush to change them all. I feel like it’s a step forward each time I do something like that but there is no timeline in getting it all done.

I realize that I’m still the same person I was on April 19th. I will always be Patrick’s wife. And I’m still a mother of two. Unhappily widowed? Tragically widowed? I’ll just leave the happily married part for now.

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Off work again – 9/15/16

Originally posted on 9/15/16

I’m off work again. My counselor and I have been having weekly discussions about my struggles and I just needed a break. Maybe I went back too soon. The thing is I just can’t handle being stressed or feeling like I can’t hold it together all day. Doing a good job is really important to me and if I feel like I’m not it affects my whole outlook.

Here’s the deal, I suffer from depression and anxiety. I’m putting this out there since I know I have an audience. I refuse to sweep it under a rug. For many years I felt that I was less of a person. I questioned why I had trouble in instances that other people could handle. I’ve been on medication at different times and I used to feel that I should try to stop taking it. I had a great life, why did I need anti-depressants?

My sister Dawan finally explained it in a way that made sense. She asked if I would take heart medication if I had a heart condition. I told her of course I would! And she asked why this would be different. What an eye opener! This is a REAL condition that is helped by medication. I no longer try to wean myself off of the medication because I know it DOES help me.

There is still a real stigma attached to mental health issues. And I admit that I was concerned about that when I went out of work again. But right now I just need to find joy in my life and that was hard when I was working. Hopefully I will be able to do a bit of that and get some exercise AND some sleep! I do want to make long term plans and they probably won’t include my current job. I wish that I could just cut the strings now and decide not to go back at all. That is a big decision that I am in no position to make right now. So I am taking some time, weighing my options, hoping I don’t make bad decisions. Nothing about this is easy. I am just grateful that I am surrounded by people who love me and want to help.

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Stages – 9/12/16

Originally posted 9/12/16

I’ve been thinking a lot about the stages of grief. I have experienced most of them but not in a neat orderly fashion. And, I am beginning to suspect that you never really get through any of them.

Although I didn’t realize it at the time I believe now that I was initially in shock. For a LONG time. When I think back on the initial days and weeks I almost feel like I am watching a scene from someone else’s life. I functioned at minimum capacity. I let others help me with the things I could not do. I was in pain but I really had not even begun to FEEL the loss. They say denial is one of the first stages. At the time I thought I was doing pretty good with that stage. I knew he was gone. The funny thing is that my mind is no longer in denial but my heart is. I seem to have these inner arguments with the mind stating the facts and the heart stating that it is JUST. NOT. POSSIBLE. I guess at some point they will come to some sort of agreement but right now my heart is definitely winning. So denial is an ongoing stage.

That day seems to run on an endless loop in my head. I study it and try to comprehend how I got through. If I start to feel happy my mind says “Wait, maybe you haven’t seen this movie?” And then the FACTS are laid out before me and I know he’s really gone. I’m not sharing this for sympathy or pity. I assume that most people who read this are hurting too. I’m sharing because I never imagined grief was like this.

I have experienced some anger. A little at the person who caused this. Mainly indifference to him because I just can’t waste any emotions on him right now. I have also been irrationally angry at Patrick. Why did he have to be so devoted to working out? How could he leave me? I do realize that this was not a choice he made. Mainly I am just mad at the Universe. He was too young to die.

The depression stage comes and goes.
This last week I’ve been very emotional. I have good days and bad days but I really missed him this week. It’s still hard to comprehend going through life without him. I had a very busy weekend and saw a lot of friends and family so that helped pull me back up. And while I was sad I let myself cry often. I think it’s good and I always feel a little better.

I think acceptance is kind of elusive. And really, why would you ever want to accept losing someone you love? Maybe it should be called resignation instead? I guess it is just going to take time to deal with all of the different emotions. I wish there was a shortcut through grief. Unfortunately you have to go through all of it in order to move forward. One step at a time.