Earlier today: It’s Saturday afternoon, the house is quiet, the wind is howling outside, keeping the sun company. It seems like a good time to reflect on the last year.
I’m braiding my hair and thinking about this time of year. Last year (2020) we lost our mother. It was a Friday and she died in a car on her way to the clinic, my then boyfriend (now husband) right next to her. A shift happened then and a shift is happening now. My husband, sick with Covid-19 and myself, also sick but I haven’t tested for Covid-19 at the time of this post but we’re treating the situation as if I am sick with Covid too. Though I feel strong enough to clean the house and make sure we have something to eat, I still don’t really feel like myself.
All these health issues have done a very good job of distracting me from what day it is. The day my mother died. I’m not feeling incredibly sad or melancholic when I think about it; I feel a sense of peace, maybe even gratitude, that we as a family have been able to make it through the last 12 months in one piece and then some. We had an addition to the family with my niece, we had a wedding and we had the birth of our company. Those are quite huge life milestones. It just goes to show that life really does go on after the death of a loved one, at least if you let it.
Still in the quiet of the house, I wonder to myself, why is it that these shifts or life-changing events seemed to have happened around the same time for the past 2 years and I can’t help but wonder will something else happen next year around this time? I also don’t really want to question why these things are happening and happening in the way they are and around the time they are. I understand that no one truly knows the inner workings of time so I simply want to breath and say, “Thank you Lord” .
Something that has really stood out for me during this time of isolation over the past several days, is the kindness of people; everyone we care about checking in on us and bringing us food. That especially has reminded me of the week when my mother died; everyone brought us food and groceries so that we didn’t still have to worry about that. I’m really grateful to all the people who have come through for us during this time.
With that said, I’d like to share 12 things I’ve learned in the last 12 months since my mother died.
- It’s okay not to feel in control.
- You can cry whenever and wherever you need to.
- Change will always come, don’t fight it.
- Nothing ever goes the way we expect or plan, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be prepared.
- It’s okay to feel the ‘bad’ feelings; fear, sadness, anger, frustration ect.
- You won’t always succeed at everything you take on and that’s okay.
- You are allowed to want to be alone.
- Grief throws you into an unending spiral of self-confrontation.
- Cooking or baking is therapeutic.
- Love is all there is. It will get you through your darkest nights and brightest days.
- Don’t waste the time you have. You won’t get a refund.
- Live well.
3 thoughts on “12 THINGS I’VE LEARNED IN THE LAST YEAR”
Thanks for sharing this words of encouragement.
This is very thoughtful and encouraging — thank you for sharing your experieinces.
Thank you for reading ❤
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