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5 Things You Can Do To Heal Your Grief Through Creativity / Beth Nielsen Chapman

5 Things You Can Do To Heal Your Grief Through Creativity / Beth Nielsen Chapman

It is often in our darkest hour when grief has cracked us open, that we find access to the purest creative voice with us. Through the gift of art, music, and all creative expression we can begin to address the deep spiraling waves of feeling that overtake us […]

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The Perception of Immortality / Elizabeth Coplan

The Perception of Immortality / Elizabeth Coplan

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Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there I do not sleep                                                                                               

 

Twenty years ago, almost to the day, my father died.  From diagnosis to death in a swift four months.  So young – only 65.  He met his grandsons, but only for a few years before death took him.  Cancer denied him the happiness of knowing his grandsons.

We pulled the feeding tube.  No sense prolonging the inevitable.  He was not in pain; he did not cry.  He held my mother’s hand.

“Marie is here with me,” my father told her.  She’s sitting right here.  Don’t you see her?” “No,” my mother thought, but she dared not voice it.  It would break the moment of wonder gleaming in his eyes.

Marie died over five years before. Dad’s sister.  My Aunt Marie.  The one who looked after him when she had to – and she HAD to – she was 20 years his senior.

My father was  quiet man, haunted by demons as we all are…at least if we are honest with ourselves.  The war haunted him as did the waste, the sadness, the loss,  the loneliness.  He used drink and cigarettes to calm his nerves, which, in turn, created more anxiety.  Wishing to improve his life, he quit drinking. He quit drinking just like that.  One day he drank.  The next day he did not.  His willpower surprised us.  I think it surprised him most of all.  Four years later he quit smoking.  But the damage had been done.

First he wasn’t hungry, then food felt stuck in his throat, and caused him to choke. “I must be coming down with a cold,” he told my sister.

He ate little.  The flame of life doused inside him and sadness crept in.  He knew something was wrong, terribly wrong.  His worst fears confirmed when he met with the doctor.

“This is a bad dream,” I told him. “We will make it go away. Let’s plan a trip.  This can’t be happening,” I thought, unwilling to acknowledge the truth.

But it wasn’t a bad dream. It was our new reality, a reality of sickness and death. 

The day my father died was gray and drizzly where I lived.  I felt the air sucked out of the room when the phone rang.  “Elizabeth?” “Yes?”  “Dad died.

Grief enveloped me.  It felt as if someone threw a heavy blanket over me in the dead of summer.  It was stifling and warm, too warm. Uncomfortable. I’m not sure why, it semed like a good idea at the time, I decided to pull myself together, after all, I expected this call, perhaps not this soon. I had plans to meet my friend for lunch and so I went.

As I drove down the steep hill on my tree-lined street, I felt overwhelmed by the lss as if the heavy air continued to follow me into the car.  As I barreled down the hill, at an accelerated speed, I saw my Dad.  He was large, gigantic in fact. His presence took over the street from overhead and from side to side.  He smiled but loomed.  Had he come to say “goodbye”?

He continued to hover over me as I drove.  There was a strong comfort to his essence. Was this his spirit? Had his body failed him but his soul still alive?

When you awake in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush.

The years swiftly passed, but my father lives on…in me and in my sons. My oldest son walks and talks like him and never met a stranger… just like my Dad..  I look like him.  Each morning in the mirror I see the reddish hair, the worry wrinkles across my forehead, and the slightly mischievous spark in my eyes.  I feel my father’s presence whenever I light the barbecue or take the car in for repairs.  “Have them look at the spark plug.  The car doesn’t sound right to me.”

My father’s ashes are in the back yard.  At night I see him in the stars, quietly brilliant.

The years have passed.  Twenty to be exact.  In that time my mother died and her ashes are also in the backyard. I see her in the robin that flits from tree to tree.  I hear her in his song:  cheer-up, cheer-a-lee, cheer-ee-o.

Do I perceive my parents are immortal?  I used to think that immortality was impossible.  After all, when my sister and I die, who will remember our parents?  Not my children, they were too young.  Yet the stars continue to shine, the birds continue to sing.  For as long as the earth continues to spin, they live forever.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there I did not die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Kaleidoscope of Widowhood  / Michele Neff Hernandez

The Kaleidoscope of Widowhood / Michele Neff Hernandez

  Five Thoughts on Grieving the Death of a Spouse or Partner                                                                   […]

Don’t miss Olivia Newton-John on the Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon | Tuesday, October 4, 11:30PM ET

Don’t miss Olivia Newton-John on the Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon | Tuesday, October 4, 11:30PM ET

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Check out Olivia, Beth and Amy on Sirius XM | Monday, October 3 at 10:30 AM Eastern!

Check out Olivia, Beth and Amy on Sirius XM | Monday, October 3 at 10:30 AM Eastern!

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Hope. Thrive. Remember. My LIV ON Story | Olivia Newton-John

Hope. Thrive. Remember. My LIV ON Story | Olivia Newton-John

  The LIV ON project was conceived out of the desire to transform my grief into healing. My sister, Rona had just died of glioblastoma and I was suffering greatly from her sudden death. I’ve always turned to music to process my emotions and help heal my heart. So to help […]