The first rule about grief is…there are no rules.
No right or wrong.
It just is.
It can be like a hurricane. First, you get some rain. Then the winds pick up. The oceans crash onto the beaches. Then it rains sideways. The winds pick up into triple digits. The shoreline disappears and then it may become eerily quiet. That’s the eye of the storm. And then the sky opens up and rain buckets down. Houses fall apart some wash out into the sea.
When Harvey hit the Texas coast between Port Aransas and Port O’Connor, Texas as a Category 4 with winds gusting at 130 mph. Havey is the first Category 4 hurricane to make landfall in the U.S. since Hurricane Charley in 2004.
We live about 3 hours north of there and we had wind gusts above 65mph. Havey took down a 15-year-old Oak tree standing in our front yard. I cried. We planted 3 trees for 3 girls. Sommer named her tree. I name the house plants and yes I talk to them and they answer back. When I water them they perk-up. That speaks to me.
Grief has knocked me down like a set of waves that just keep rolling me over, filling my swimsuit with lots of sand. Yes, I have experience that and it is scary.
Sometimes my grief is scary. It hits me out of the of the blue. I can be in the grocery store or be getting gas. Even during my quiet time. Reading God’s comforting promises moves me to tears. I can go a week and not cry, then Bam, I cry for hours days and nights.
I am not crazy but grief is crazy at times.
The facade of grief may be indifference, preoccupation, anger, cheerfulness or any variety of emotions. But if we try to understand it, we may learn how to cope wit it.’
Nailed it, Mr. Graham!
A few weeks before Sommer died she was having hot cocoa with her friend Renee’. Sommer told her friend “You know, God may never bring me a husband but that is okay with me because I am falling so deeply in love with Jesus like He is my first love.”
The day of her ceremony of celebration and remembrance I dressed as “The mother of the bride.” It was a dress Sommer picked out a month before she died and told me I needed to wear it for our thirtieth wedding anniversary the following year. She loved that dress. I had told her the dress cost more than my wedding gown. I bought it the night before she died online. I felt like the mother of the bride on that day. Happy she was with her bride-groom and devastated she would not be coming back from a honeymoon.
But, you see she is in Paradise the best honeymoon spot for her. She finished strong. And I must wait my turn. I will see her one day soon, God willing the Lord will come again sooner than later.
Blessings on your day.