For some people the meaning of their life isn't even something they think about. For others it is obvious. They know from an early age who they are and what they are meant to be. Some people feel their life is meaningless and others feel that their life could have meaning but don't know how to find it. For many people their friends and family know what they mean to others and the world but the person doesn't feel it themselves. That's why I often ask you to think of someone who loves you (whether they are still alive or not) and look at yourself through their eyes instead of your own. Listen to what they are whispering in your ear and let that whispering be louder than your own.
Even if you are on the most secure path; knowing who you are and what your purpose is - grief can shatter that. I know someone who is very prominent in his field. He was passionate about what he did on a daily basis. Then his only child, a son, died of a drug overdose. All of a sudden nothing had any meaning to him. It didn't matter that he has people who love him; an enviable career, and a comfortable life. He felt the death of his son was the death of his present and his future.
That is the empty space. That is the question - who am I now? That is the question - where is the meaning now?
Feeling that your life has purpose and meaning may not just happen. It often has to be worked toward; created. When the person who shares everything with you; your mentor, your companion, your child, your anyone - including your animal - dies - it is like the pieces of the puzzle you have spent your life putting together lie scattered on the floor. You know if you pick them up and put them together again they will make a different picture. You question if you have the strength to even try. You do.
One of the ways of putting meaning back into your life is to do something in honor of your beloved dead. Let them inspire you. It can be something small...or something large. When my husband first died I felt that all meaning had gone out of my life. I couldn't even feel what I meant to my family and friends. I knew in my head that I was important to them - but I didn't feel it in my heart. I wrote a beautiful obituary for Artie and put it in the local newspaper. On the first anniversary of his death I wrote a memory piece for the same newspaper. I put a plaque on a bench in Central Park. I was searching; always searching. Then, as many of you know - I got the idea that my life would have meaning if I followed his example. He was a recovering alcoholic who made himself always available to other drunks and addicts. I would make myself available to other grieving people. I started this blog. Over four years after his death I started the Facebook page Grief Speaks Out. It continues to startle me. I have almost 100,000 like but the important thing is that I am reaching people from all over the world and am able to bring comfort to some of them. Everything I have done or tried to do from the moment Artie died is part of this accomplishment. He inspires me and still shows me the way.
There is a widow who loved to travel with her husband who now does volunteer work in Ecuador. There is a man who spends his time helping his brother. There is a mother whose son committed suicide because he was bullied who raises awareness about bullying. There is a mother whose adult son died who constantly nurture her nieces and nephews. There is a father who does cancer research. There is a woman who runs an animal sanctuary. There is a child who welcomed a new cat merrily into her heart conquering her fear that it would remind her of her cat that died.
Sometimes we think that in order for our life to have meaning we must change the world. It must be big. That's not true. It can simply be taking the time to listen to someone tell their story. It may be a random act of kindness to a stranger, or a random act of kindness to someone in our own family. Any idea is like a breath upon a window pane. If you don't give it shape by taking action, it disappears.
Don't let the why bother? win. Don't let the disinterest win. Think about the person, the people, the pets that you love. Scan your environment. Think about the one thing you can do today that will help you feel proud of yourself when you go to sleep tonight. If you can't do something today - you can do something today - you can forgive yourself and be gentle with yourself. Maybe the first meaning is to be loving to yourself. Sometimes if you are looking, something presents itself to you. I was walking down the street yesterday. I'm a New Yorker so I'm always in a hurry. :) An elderly woman asked me where a store was. I told her where I thought it was. Then I rushed past it. I stopped. I turned around and I could still see her. I walked back and told her where it was. I didn't feel like I had done anything - but she was so grateful. I saw someone helping someone carry a walker down the subway steps. Those are the little things that present themselves to us every day. We can ignore them - or we can respond to them.
I'm not having such a great time right now. I'm having the fifth year blues. I don't understand how I can be alive so many days without my husband. I question my courage to continue - and then I continue. I'm not writing blog posts as often as I'd like. Sometimes people tell me I am inspiring. What I think is inspiring about me - and what is inspiring about my husband - is that we don't walk easy on the earth. We are damaged. We hurt. Yet, with all that - we find ways to make a difference. I'm talking about him in the present tense again - but the people that he shared his hope and experience with who are sober - are sharing what he taught them with others - so even dead - his work continues. That it also continues through me is one of my greatest comforts.
You are not betraying the person who has died by finding ways to fill that empty space - or at least to build around it. You are living double - triple - quadruple - for yourself and for your beloved dead. You are taking them with you wherever you go. You are celebrating their life by learning how to live your own.
People make fun of Facebook because of people who only post about where they are having coffee. I like Facebook because if I don't have the whatever it takes to move - I can still post on someone's page who is having a difficult time. I look for small things to do when I cannot find big things. Some days I do very little.
If you are reading this you are a grief warrior. You are a searcher. You may have already figured out what to do to feel that once again you know who you are. You may already know what gives your life meaning. If you think you don't, give yourself credit for what you are already doing. If you are someone who is there for a family member, a friend, an animal - acknowledge yourself for that. If you have time there is volunteer work you can seek out. Each of us is a bright light. The wind and the darkness of grief create the illusion that it has blown out. It is like a fire in a fireplace that looks like it is no longer burning but if you fan the flames they burst into fire once again. That is your task. Keep your fire - your passion burning. If you do not have one - create one, discover one. Do it in the memory of your beloved dead. Do it for yourself.
Someone said today - if I can be happy - anyone can be happy. I tell you - with all my snarkiness, with all my dark times - if I can be inspiring - anyone can be inspiring. It may be a smooth path or one that is rough with stones and blocked with low lying fog. It doesn't matter. Your beloved dead are not only walking beside you - they are holding your hand and leading the way. Allow yourself to be led. xo
Best blog you've ever written. Thank you for coming into my life.ReplyDelete
So well said. And on what would have been my 22nd anniversary. I needed that. Thank you JanReplyDelete
Thanks so much for posting this. I'm sorry you're having a bad time right now. Know your loved one is always with you and wants you to live a happy life surrounded by love and serenity. <3ReplyDelete