This morning I had a pleasant surprise to have my favorite yoga teacher cover for the regular teacher at that time slot. I had not done yoga for over a month and honestly really needed it since my mom passed last week. There is something so restorative about yoga. It always puts my mind and body at ease. Keeping up with my fitness through this grief has been a challenge and I almost didn’t go because my favorite teacher wasn’t on the schedule, but I pulled up my big girl panties and went anyway. So thankful I did!
She started the class off with a Rumi quote that I can’t get out of my head.
This saying kept resonating in my head and I realized that in this season of grief how very thankful I was for how God has showed up in ways that I never thought possible. For those of you who know me well, I hope you would agree how much I love others. One of my favorite things in the world is to get to know people and find out their stories. My ability to connect with people has gotten stronger over the years and honestly it is like a muscle. Little by little, the Lord has been molding me into the woman I am today who values her relationships greatly. And in this time of need I have had amazing, beautiful people pour into me when I needed it most. Some friends have done things over the past few weeks that I didn’t even know that I needed! I have to give an example of my sweet friend Naomi who the other night not only fed my kids and I dinner, but then kicked me out of the house for a few hours so she could do the bedtime routine. Praise God! When I returned home, not only were my kids safe and sound in bed, but she had organized a cabinet that I literally hated to open because it was so unorganized. She was unsure if I would be ok with her doing it and the first thing I did was throw my arms around her neck and thanked her over and over. Community. My village is so amazing.
My encouragement to everyone out there is not only the importance of having a community surrounding you that wants you to win, but also realizing that we all have our own roads. Our own journeys in life to travel. My road will never look like any of my friends, but I know that by loving others, loving God will bring fruit that the Lord has in store for me. One of my gifting is connecting and I challenge each of you to ask God what your gifting is and how you can serve the Kingdom with it. I can almost bet that God will show up and show off and Bless you and others along the way!
“A spiritual gift is given to each of us so we can help each other” 1 Corinthians 12:7 NLT
Hard to believe that it has been five days since my beautiful mother, Melanie went to heaven. I remember the day after she died I woke up thinking,” Well, this is the first day of what it feels like to have your mom no longer on this earth.” Such a heavy feeling.
Mom had been battling Early Onset Alzheimers Disease since her diagnosis over 8 years ago at 60 years old. During those very hard years with her having the disease I grieved many things. The loss of my own mother not knowing my Birthday, her not being present at the birth of our three children, forgetting my name, how to talk, how to walk and so much more. That grief was different than what I am currently feeling. That grief was a slow, long drawn out pain. This current grief has some relief and even though I feel bad saying it, it is true. My mom no longer has Alzheimers. She no longer has a brain that can’t seem to work correctly and a body that even though was only 69 when she died, that forgot to do the most basic parts of life. She is currently dancing in heaven and riding her horses. Watching her slowly die in front of me from week to week was almost too painful to bear. She had stopped walking and eating solid foods within these last 6 months and some days I had to make myself go visit her. It was just so hard and I ugly cried every single time I went. Not seeing her beautiful radiant smile when I saw her felt like a knife slowly pressing into my chest. I wanted my mama back and this wasn’t her.
Having my own small children at home: 5, 4 & 2 and then also caring for my mother with Alzheimers, had stretched me so thin. Even though I miss her more than I can even verbalize at this very moment, I have so much peace that she is no longer on this earth suffering.
So thankful for so many things including my strong faith in God. I know without a doubt that I would be in a much darker place without the strength that He has given me on this journey. At church last night the message was about Psalms 23 and I am clinging tightly to that word.
“The Lord is my shepherd. I have everything I need. He gives me rest in the green pastures. He leads me to calm water. He gives me new strength. For the good of his name, he leads me on paths that are right. Even if I walk through a very dark valley, I will not be afraid because you are with me. Your rod and your shepherd’s staff comfort me.” Psalms 23:1-4 Last year around this time I went through a very dark season in my life and the only thing that I could do was lean on Him to get me though. Little did I know that He was also preparing me for what was to come.
A friend told me that this grief would come in waves and it seems to be doing just that. One day I am fine and then something sets me off. A picture, a song, my mind randomly replaying me laying in bed with her for those 7 days as she glided into heaven. Then out of no where the wave hits and seems to almost knock me off of my feet and the tears fall hard and fast. Another hard part will be that I no longer have to take care of her. I am sure “caretaker grief” is also a thing. Not having to worry about her bills being paid, taxes filed, doctor appointments to get to, if her bed alarm is working, mats under her bed properly placed or if her food is being properly pureed. That part hasn’t hit me quite yet, but expecting it soon. Pretty sure this week I will have to clean out mom’s room at her facility and I honestly am not looking forward to it. Walking into her room without her in it will no doubt be terrible. Prayers for the days, weeks and months to come as we all grieve the physical loss of my mom.
Alzheimer’s Disease I hate you and will stop at nothing to find a cure! Please donate to our Walk to End Alzheimer’s team, Melanie’s Memories Matter to join us in fighting against this horrid disease!