For regular followers of my blog and those who have read my books, you might think the title of this post means my mother has passed. No. She is still living in the shadows of Alzheimer’s Disease. Her brave heart still beats.
This loss was a complete surprise – a younger woman in good health – whose body suddenly betrayed her. Within 10 days of feeling so exhausted she drove to the ER, my friend Deb was gone.
We did life together. Drank gallons of chai tea, determined the best place to eat by the quality of the guacamole, cried together at sad movies and celebrated birthdays with ice cream.
I will forever miss hearing her voice on the phone, “How ya’ doin’?”
How can a writer deal with such loss and continue to be a wordsmith? What kind of takeaway can I find – some way to honor Deb and the relationship we shared?
Learn from the Experience. I now know all I ever want to know about hemolytic anemia – how the red blood cells become so depleted and how even a transfusion can attack the good cells. If I ever develop a character with this disease, I will know she must be so totally exhausted she cannot even comb her hair. Because that is what Deb experienced. I will also know that even the best medical minds can find no effective long-term treatment.
Value the Journaling Practice. During Deb’s time in ICU when the outcome became clear, I returned home each night to my journal. I wrote out Bible verses that brought me comfort, especially the ones Deb loved. I also screamed the unfairness of it all through words – you know, upper case screaming with a red gel pen and underlining every other word. Writing out my frustrations helped trigger the beginnings of working through my grief.
Understand the Grieving Process. Some of the grieving began as I held Deb’s hand in the ICU and reminded her we had planned another trip to Santa Fe. Although she could not respond, I hoped she heard me. The roller coaster of the grieving process continued throughout those 10 days and then the weeks that followed. Again I learned writers must take care of themselves even as they grieve. This was not the time for me to begin working on a new novel.
Remember the Good Times. As a writer, I crafted the speech I shared at Deb’s memorial service. To recall our trips together, our shared loved of the country and cats, the excitement we had for anything the children and grandchildren did. It was my honor to speak about her and through my words to recall the way she invested in relationships.
Appreciate Each Day. Memes on Facebook and boards on Pinterest often remind us to live each day with purpose, to never take our lives for granted. But when we’re faced with the fragility of life and how quickly someone can be taken from us – the experience underscores how important it is that we appreciate each day. I am hugging my son more often. I am stopping work to pet the cat, taking time for sunsets and worrying less about the calories in dark chocolate.
I plan to spend each day writing my words with purpose and motivation – to make a difference while I am on this earth.
Deb taught me to enjoy ordinary moments while planning for the extraordinary. I am determined to take another trip to Santa Fe and remember how she played her Native American flute, coaxing echoes from the mountains around us.
I will finish the novel Deb encouraged me to write because she knew it deals with the important topic of domestic abuse. In the acknowledgements, I will include her name because she prodded me to find an agent and send the book into the marketplace.
How do we find hope when we encounter loss? One tiny piece at a time.
We must allow ourselves the grace to grieve, to let time salve the wound and allow God’s comfort to work its way into our souls.
Then hope itself becomes a comfort as we treasure our relationships and live each day seeking more ways to appreciate the people we love.
©2017 RJ Thesman – Author and Certified Writing Coach
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Thanks Rebecca. Been praying for you. Powerful post.
Thanks, Sylvia – appreciate your prayers !
Thinking of you…what a beautiful tribute you wrote
Thanks, Laura. Sometimes the words just pour out.
What a life she lived, and what a blessing for you to be her best friend. ❤
Thanks you, Shanna. Yes, she was a blessing to so many people. She lived a hope-filled life.
‘how she played her Native American flute, coaxing echoes from the mountains around us’.Love this language. Along with the tributes to a fellow-traveler and a friendship worth cherishing. Continue in his Comfort. Reunions await.
Thanks, Jerry. Appreciate your prayers.