After losing three parents in previous years, I always came to dread the first anniversaries of their deaths each year. Without fail, every first anniversary was a hard day emotionally for me, especially the first parent, Hubby’s father, who died on Christmas Eve just a few days before our son was born. Each of our four parents endured a fairly long and hard illness prior to their death, and each illness was brutal on them in the process and excruciating for all of us to watch.
Each year when those first anniversaries of losing our first three parents came around, the day always seemed to bring back the emotional pain of those terrible illnesses, as well as a reminder of the gaping hole left in our lives. We learned over subsequent years that this pain begins to subside as time goes on, but that first anniversary is always hard.
Following Mom’s death a year ago, the next four months were the hardest times for me as I tried to grieve while also having to deal with immediate estate matters amid sometimes tense family issues and moving her things out of two separate living facilities. For these reasons, I don’t think that I truly grieved until the estate business was finally settled in May. Tears flowed numerous times during those first months, but I’m not sure I grieved as I needed to do.
Finally, in early May, the last estate matters were settled. Hubby and I took a postponed anniversary trip to Maui, and our first full day on the island was Mother’s Day. We opted to take the trip over Mother’s Day so that we could change our routine for that day that would be hard no matter where we were, but would be especially hard if we stayed home.
I woke up a couple of hours before my husband and just sat on the lanai with a cup of coffee, overlooking the ocean and the sunrise, and that is when my grief really came to the surface rather unexpectedly.
It was my first Mother’s Day with no mother.
I’m glad that Hubby slept in upstairs in as I sobbed to the point that I got a terrible headache, but somehow felt joy and some relief at the same time, a truly remarkable feeling. It felt like grief and closure all at once, and I even took a few photos and a video of the stunning beauty around me afterward with my phone to try to capture this memorable moment when God felt so close. There is really no good way to describe that time, except that a tremendous burden felt like it had finally been lifted from my shoulders for the first time in many years.
Ever since that special sunrise experience on Mother’s Day morning, I’ve felt much better in how I’ve handled Mom’s death. We still had two more deaths to go with other close family members last year, and while those were also very hard, I remained at peace with Mom’s passing for the most part. Still, I dreaded the first anniversary of her death, based on past experiences.
This last first anniversary came and went on Wednesday, and just like all of those other first anniversaries, it was pretty hard, with some of those same old feelings I felt when she suffered so much for an entire month and passed away making an appearance once again. I felt more prepared this time, though. I deliberately kept that day free from appointments and times with friends, and I’m glad I did.
Sometimes we need to simply recognize that at times like this, we need to be gentle with ourselves as we can and give ourselves a pass on some things without feeling guilty. We can’t help our feelings, but we can have a say-so in how we deal with them.
Wednesday was an uneventful day of simple household chores, reading and jotting down a few thoughts privately and on Facebook to commemorate the day and honor her life, and a few tears once again found their way back to my eyes again while Hubby was at work. My best friend sent a simple text to just say she loved me and was thinking about me, which meant so much, as she also lost her father early last year. Hubby and I just opted for take-out from Chick-Fil-A, dining at home with the pups keeping us company as they always do in the evenings, and this was exactly how I needed to spend the day.
There is truly a beautiful blessing in the normal.
This last first anniversary also brought home once again the significant difference in our lives now that we have no living parents. Even after a full year, we are both still learning to adjust to this reality. Once again, we took some sage advice to change our routine during the holidays, which was interesting and actually helped us get through Thanksgiving and Christmas pretty well, even though Christmas morning still brought a few tears.
Lastly, I have found myself quite unprepared in some ways to now being one of the elders of the family, even though we are only in our 50’s, which is not the norm for most people our age. All of our friends still have one or more living parents, and perhaps this would be a good topic for another post sometime.
If there is any consolation right now, it is this simple fact…
No more first anniversaries for us. Ever again. (At least for our parents.) It should get a little easier from here.
Note: In my previous Wordless Wednesday post, I shared a simple photo of a CD. “Stained Glass” by Doug Smith has some of the most beautiful Christian piano music I’ve ever heard. I took that photo just a few hours before Mom passed away as I sat with her, both of us listening to this beautiful music in her peaceful, private bedroom. It was such a beautiful, yet emotionally hard, time. I will never forget our priceless time together as she transitioned from one life to the next. God’s presence was so real and strong in a truly remarkable way that day, and I continued to feel that strong presence throughout the coming days as we dealt with her arrangements.