06 Aug 2016 (1 yr 232 days after The Day)

Today Ammon was baptized.  I was a complete mess.  I think I just missed Jan being there.  It was good... just tender.  We had lots of family there and it was good.  We came back to the house afterwards and got to visit with everyone.  Tom played the piano and Emma Jane and Jennifer sang.  I could imagine Jan joining them.  It was a good moment.  I will cherish it forever.  Samantha was so very supportive and helped me through it.  I just feel so very lucky.  I feel I have really been blessed in this life.  Sure - I have had challenges - but I have also had my eyes shine the brighter.  I have a wife that loves me and supports me.  I have seven amazing children.  I am blessed indeed.

30 Jul 2016 (1 yr 225 days after The Day)

I have reflected much on why certain people do what they do after a spell of grief in their life.  Previous to Jan's death I thought on how people who remarried or people who moved or people who in some way changed their life were just acting opposite of who they really were.  I thought perhaps in their eyes it was a good thing but in mine it wasn't.  Living through tough times does make your eyes shine the brighter. I suppose it is because you can now appreciate things more than before.  I never realized that moving 1200 miles for me would give me a place to start fresh.  How often do you go about your day and take for granted all the things in your life that remind you of your loved ones?  For me, it was a normal occurrence.  It wasn't until Jan's death that I realized all that reminded me of her.  It was both a blessing and a curse.  I could drive down the road and remember an experience at a restaurant when Jan and I went to eat.  I could go shopping at the grocery store and recall memories of going down a list of items she wanted me to buy.  Memories made me smile... they also made me cry.  So - relocating has enabled me to start fresh.  It has given me the ability to look at things anew as nothing is familiar.  In a way it is like turning a page in my life.  I am able to move forward.  

Life is a little different here as well as a little the same.  I am blessed with a wife that loves me and the kids.  She and I strive to serve each other and that I believe is a secret for a happy marriage.  We decided to purchase a home here.  We were going to build one but that just didn't work out.  We should close on our new home in the next few weeks.  Everyone in our home is looking forward to more space.  Samantha and I are also looking forward to our own bathroom.  Sharing it with everyone in the home is a challenge.   We also are down to one at the moment.  Samantha and I went to Alaska for a vacation.  I had some points accumulated from business trips overseas and cashed them in on tickets to Alaska.  It was always on our bucket list.

We spent time with Tom and Collette who live there now.  It was so good to see them again.  In a way it was like taking a step into my old life.  (I didn't get a pic with us all when we were there... bummed about that but perhaps a good reason to visit again)  Tom played the piano and it just took me back.  It was very healing for me.  We got to experience the land of the midnight sun.  It was weird to see the sun up so late /early in the day.  When we returned home that night we had a water pipe bust in the basement which put about 3 inches of water in the bathroom and about an inch in the neighboring room.  We ended up opening up the wall and our once assembled bathroom is now a construction zone.  We got the pipe fixed and the water removed.  We are waiting on bids for fixing everything and amidst this everyone is using the upstairs bathroom.  Yes... it is packed.

Claire continues to call me "mom".  It is both frustrating and funny.  I correct her constantly but she just looks at me and says "mom" and holds my finger to take me places in the house.  She is a joy.    It is a blessing that I have these kids to remind me of Jan and also to take this journey with me.  I believe Claire will be a joining link between our families.  She loves Samantha and it is so sweet to see her give hugs to Samantha around the neck when she rarely hugs anyone around the neck.  Below is a pic of her drawing.  She is content with just a pad of paper and a crayon.

 

I am humbled to be a father to older children.  I think that is the challenge of any step-parent.  How do you be a parent and build relationships of trust when the child is old enough to look like an adult but act like a child?  I am thankful to be in their lives.  I know they may not have a super-close relationship with me since they are older but I am thankful to be in their lives... to be a father to them that I didn't have.  I struggle being "soft" in my instructions.  I'm sure that doesn't help bonding of new relationships.  Samantha helps me to improve in that area.  She really does help me to be a better me.  I am thankful for that.

Well - I will make a habit of writing more.  I have found that when I do it is healing for me.  Until later -

12 Jun 2016 (1 yr 176 days after The Day)

We took our first vacation as a family.  Two cars and 4 hrs of driving (one way) made for an interesting bit of travel.  We went to Samantha's late husband's family reunion.  Their family had rented out a 10K sq/ft home and with 30 people attending the house was full.  I will admit - it was a bit awkward but after a few days I was able to get to know everyone.  It was a positive time.  My kids had fun with the other kids there and the activities we engaged in kept us all busy.  When we arrived back home I think we all need a vacation from our vacation.  One of our kids was battling food poisoning too so we have had an action-packed time from the moment we landed back home.

I had an experience at church today when Emma was set apart for a church calling - in a way I felt like Jan was there.  It was a sweet and tender moment.  I have thought back on the times in my life that changed me... my grandfather's life... my father and mother's life decisions... my own decisions... my father's death... my best friend's death... Claire's birth and Jan's death... all have shaped me to who I am.  I believe all events can have us being pessimistic or optimistic.  I think my decision to look at these events in a positive light has helped my healing.  I think it is amazing that Samantha and me merging our families together has been so successful.  I am grateful for her and for the role she has stepped into.  Her taking on four additional children speaks volumes.

I know I have been a bit sporadic on these blog updates.. I suppose I just forget.  Life moves fast and my good intentions seem to get sidelined.

I had an opportunity to visit Jan's grave a few weeks ago when I was in town.  I don't know why but I just fell apart there.  It was a good moment to feel.  I had that moment and was able to move forward feeling better about the future.  It sounds weird, I know... I know I am always a widower but I refuse to make that my identity.  My kids deserve a mom.  They deserve to see me happy and frankly... I deserve to be happy.  That was a hard decision to get to.  I know I have stated that before but just getting there has made all the difference.  I know these blessings are not accidents.  I just want to be an active participant in my life events and own my decisions.  This may sound odd if you have not lost a spouse but for me I had to figure out who I was without my spouse.  I think we all identify with our spouse over years and become one.  It is very foreign to think of yourself as separate from them and that is what I had to do.  It was a rough exercise but one with a very positive outcome.

26 Apr 2016 (1 yr 129 days after The Day)

Something odd happened today.  I don't know if it is grief or what but I really have forgotten things Jan would say in certain situations.  It is like a fog or maybe better stated - like an empty area.  I was married for 15 years and knew Jan 10 years prior to that.  You would think those types of memories would stick around.  It is painful to not know.  It is like I have amnesia or something.  I honestly do not remember.

A week or so ago Ammon and I watched a few old home movies and he just wept.  My heart broke for him.

Tonight I spent time with Samantha, Claire, Ammon, and Madilyn.  The older kids were at church activities.  It was good to just hang out with everyone.

I have found that work keeps me busy.  That is both good and bad.  Sometimes I get lost in it and at other times I stop and feel.  I know I sound like a broken record but feeling grief takes energy and I understand why people do whatever they can not to feel it.  For me, I don't know if I am avoiding feeling grief as much as I am just going through life unaware of my surroundings.  Sometimes I just get in a groove and it isn't until much later that I realize all that is going on.  Perhaps I am alone in that.  Who knows.  So far the only confident thing I can say is planning your life is good but being able to adapt is just as equal in importance.  With as much life challenges Samantha and I have independently lived through - I think we both are appreciative of all we have.  Both the good and the bad.  So often we get down on ourselves and wish certain events didn't happen to us instead of realizing perhaps God is working with us to be a better person than we were before.  I don't doubt that Jan is happier.  Yes, I miss her.  I will always miss her.  I also realize that this life event has made me a better person... a high price to pay for wisdom and growth for sure.

Until later -  

09 Apr 2016 (1 yr 112 days after The Day)

As the days tick by I have reflected on how my life has changed.  It seems like a dream when I reflect upon Jan.  I wonder at times how different I would be with her if she were here.  I am learning how to move forward.  I think it was a very good move for me to move out of my home.  I have felt free to heal.  I will admit that going back to my old home was very very tough.  Just driving the roads brought back loads of memories.  It is like a smell in a way.  Have you ever smelt something and instantly been reminded of someone or had a memory flood back that you haven't thought of in a while?  That is what it is like.  When I visited Jan's grave I just was reminded of all the pain... all the abandonment.  I don't recall how I lived from day to day.  I just did what I could to survive.  Now that I live 1200 miles away I find that I have peace.  My wife is so loving and kind and really.... with anyone going through this that is really what heals.  Love heals.  Like I have said before - I don't think anyone will ever "get over" loss but they become a stronger and more compassionate person.  At least - that is what I feel has happened to me.

I am learning how to be a stepfather to youth older than my own kids.  It is a tough lesson and I am learning.  I recall how I had stepmothers growing up and the good and bad experiences that came from them.  I applying those lessons to hopefully be the best stepfather/father I can be.

At the moment  - the vast majority of my belongings are in storage.  I have grown accustomed to different furniture which has helped my healing.  With that being said there is a significant amount of processing that will need to take place when we finally move into a larger home.  We have nine people living in a home designed for five.  A bigger space will allow for all of my stuff to venture out.  Seeing the old furniture will I'm sure bring back some memories.  We dug out Jan's dresser for Emma and Madilyn to use.  It was tough seeing it again.. it is weird how furniture can do that to you.

Overall I feel like the raw fractured part of me that was left to figure things out is beginning to heal.  I attribute that to a change in scenery coupled with the love of Samantha.  She really has helped me to feel love again  She is an amazing mom and I know Jan is happy that she is here because well... my kids have smiled again and so have I.

23 Feb 2016 (1 yr 68 days after The Day)

So today I did something I thought was going to be no big deal... well - that isn't entirely true.  I decided to disconnect Jan's mobile phone.  I got her voicemail greeting and cleaned out her voicemail messages.  I then searched on Verizon's site on where to cancel service.  They do not have a place to do this online so I had to call.  I called and spoke to a person who initially wanted to convince me to stay until I told them why I was disconnecting.  She then noted that there hasn't been much activity and that she was sorry for my loss.  Overall I just had to listen to her feel bad for me which in a weird way made me feel all the pain all over again.  I found out that even though the pain isn't unrelenting as it was when I lost her the pain has lost none of its potency.  Grief sucks.

14 Feb 2016 (1 yr 59 days after The Day)

It is valentines day.  It is the first one being married to Samantha.   I am grateful for her love.  I have reflected again and again on how love heals.  While we all hope or assume our lives will go forward uneventfully and go according to our plans - we may face unexpected heartbreak.  I reflect on the three deaths I have had to deal with over the last couple of years.

1. My father passed.  My father and I were not super close.  His passing was bitter-sweet.  His death was not too unexpected - he was battling a disease and looked bad.  So - to that end I was not too shocked.  I wanted my father to make different choices in life.  His choices were tough on me and his passing in a way brought relief.  It sounds sad to say that... I know.  But it is true.  
2. Jan died.  This death really fractured who I was to the core.  This was my other-half.  Really.  Jan and I didn't have a perfect marriage by any account but we loved each other unconditionally.  Her departure was like exposing a raw nerve.  I took for granted the comfort we gave each other and found myself alone.  My children gave me hope and comfort but Jan's death in a way tore me in half.  Part of me died with her.  This is true.
3. My best friend died unexpectedly.  We were friends since I was about 12.  We were different yet the same in many ways.  Over the years we drifted apart and had a life event that fractured our relationship.  In a way we agreed to disagree.  This agreement came after 4 years of not talking to each other.  After Jan died we reconnected.  We were different and time had shown me this... but I thought of him as my brother.  I still do.  His death brought me back to a very dark place.  

In each of these events the thing that brought me out of such darkness was love.  I still mourn these deaths but I have found that love heals.  During dark times there is such temptation to just go numb.  To NOT feel.  Healing from any injury doesn't happen overnight... but healing can occur though love.  Service to others helped me to feel when I was hurting the most.

So - this valentines day I am left feeling thankful for the reminder that love heals.  It can heal anything.  I am thankful for the blessings that have been given to me in this life.  I count both positives and negatives as blessings.  I have become better by both.