There is an old saying that a person can have a better perspective of events “after the dust settles.” I think I am at that point right now. A lot has gone on in the last several years that has affected me and those around me as well.
Of course, those who read this blog know it is the passing of Joyce to which I am referring. A few blogs back I wrote about the idea that even in darkness there is light. And upon reflection that has borne out in the events preceding Joyce’s passing and in days since.
So many friends and family reached out to share that help was available if it was needed. And when help was needed they were there. There were so many words of encouragement that buoyed us up when we were down. The goodness that we both saw was the light at the end of a dark tunnel.
At the Service for Joyce she had visitors from all phases of her well lived life. It was a great tribute to the beautiful person she was. We often talk about “paying things forward.” I truly believe she paid forward by modeling gifts of friendliness, caring, creativity and talent that she shared with all those around her.
I have to admit this is a tough post to write. My heart is heavy and my tears sometimes fall like the raindrops one sees during our famous Minnesota “sun showers.” I will be remembering times of joy and boom, the “raindrops” fall for a short period of time. And then boom, the dry eyes return and the sparkle of the memory brightens the rest of the day.
The great thing about grieving is that if you allow it to happen, the heart that is heavy finds strength to heal and allows memories to be had without the interruption of a sun shower. Gladness and fond recollection comfort the sadness in the heart as one would cradle a melancholy child.
I have discovered that it is not realistic to expect me to just move on. There is a void. I am learning day by day how to fill that void. My new daily routine is a work in progress. My first task to which I have assigned myself was to find out when I should go to bed and when I should wake up. I am still working on that one. I think I will wait to assign myself something else until I figure that one out.
Baby steps, Gary, baby steps.
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Hello Gary, I think about you every day and now find myself dreaming about Joyce quite often. The other night we were both starting college, her in St. Cloud, me in Moorhead. I remember a big old two or three story White House with fire exit stairs on the outside where She lived during at least part of her college days and I visited her at least once.
I can’t imagine how you are moving forward. Please know you are being held tightly in the hearts of many friends and loved ones. We all know you are strong! Xoxox. Meylonie
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