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I called, like always, and told her I was thinking of her. In the past, she got angry/sad that no one in the family but me would mention his birthday. I am far away, but I will always call.
I took my lead from her. She had a bunch of things she had to do that day. In the past, she always tells herself she won't spend the day crying, then she beats herself up for crying. (Too stubborn for her own good, she just won't accept that she is human and not always in control). We touched base, acknowledged the occasion, spoke for an hour. She was holding up better. I laughed when Havocdad asked how she was doing: OK today, probably fall apart tomorrow, but today was the goal she set and she's OK today.
And there, dear friends of this odd little club, are some important lessons.
Today. Goal is today. Sometimes goal is just this hour. Sometimes it is just this moment. Take what blocks of time you need to break it down to and just get through that time.
Getting better at it: The loss is always there. The pain is always there. The hole in our lives is always there. We cannot change that fact. (a lesson my strong willed sister struggles with daily). What we can do is get better at it.
My sister and I got a little better at it this year. And I have to thank the loving people here who have helped me with that struggle. I have no friends within a thousand miles, so there is no one to vent to and let myself be comforted by (save my sweet Havocdad) You all have no idea how important it is to me to know I can come here and drop my heavy armor and let my heart just open. Thank you for being here and accepting.
You all have great courage. We all have great courage. And we get by with a little help from DU friends.
Thank you. It means so much to be able to cry and be accepted when we do. It means so much to communicate with others brave enough, and kind enough to share raw places in our heart.
Courage is a loving thing. You are all very courageous.
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