Throughout my entire life, I have thought that I had a pretty decent handle on the meaning of love in all its facets. I knew ridiculous love growing up. I have known love in a marriage, love for my children, love for my brothers and their additions. As with most lessons you don’t see coming, I began this year as a newborn in my understanding of love’s purpose and strength. And now, I realize I’ve only begun to scratch the surface. Here I am, liking to think that I am just a 1/3 of the way through my life, but it could be 1/2, or 99%-another truth made all too real again this year, and I’m only beginning to figure out the most important thing in this life is the love we give one another.
During the last week of September, shortly after emerging from the ether in the CCU, my dad, weak and uncomfortable, quickly realized that normal communication was prohibited by a breathing tube. Clearly irritated, and ever the problem solver, he asked for a pen and paper with a hand signal. After recounting his journey to him at this point, his response in shaky capital letters, “BULLSHIT.” After his anger at being kept alive subsided, as my mom was stroking his head, he looked at her meaningfully and deeply, and wrote most clearly among all the other failed attempts at communicating, “I Love YOU.” My brother, Dustin and I met eyes and welled up.
As of this point in my life, I will not have 30-some years of marriage with someone. There is a very real chance that I will not have that other half stroking my hair, soothing my discomfort at my end of time here. I chose that. I do however, have a strong family full of forgiveness and love and a new understanding of what I can bring to this life good, bad and very ugly. And it’s all necessary-loss, gain, mess and learning.
Here are my 2015 lessons in no particular order…
- No one person can love me enough for myself.
- Stripped down, simplified living-less stuff, more life-is the most beautiful gift we can give ourselves and our kids.
- Grief is like a snowflake; completely individual and in abundance or a dusting, it comes in seasons.
- Ending my marriage was not a mistake, getting married was not a mistake, however, how I ultimately left my marriage caused more pain than any one of us should have to endure.ever.
- One song can bring anyone back temporarily.
- There are legitimate finds on Tinder.
- The opposite of love is indifference.
- You can’t feel healing happening.
- Shame you need is what you feel when a community knows what you did. Shame from what a community thinks you did is not real and should be crushed quietly with a head held high and a forgiving smile.
- Cramming for the Series 7 is impossible.
- Strength cannot be measured without force.
- I take my lungs and legs for granted everyday. (I’m trying to honor them more everyday.)
- Over 9 years, I traded every ounce of energy and love in my marriage for being a mom, and it was no longer sustainable, for any of us, especially my children.
- Death is beautiful.
- Grief occurs at every loss, regardless of cause, reason, or fault.
- Self-criticism and deprecation are not humility.
- Grown men crumbling under intense emotion are the strongest, bravest, and most manly I’ve met.
- Love is…
- flying 2000 miles for just four hours to hold your oldest friend as she buries her father.
- hearing your best friend’s dad has passed and jumping on the next flight to Wisconsin.
- trusting someone to know when they are ready to leave this life and allowing their love to get us through the rest of our own lives.
- a resident doctor never leaving the hospital for dedication to saving a man she had never met, and grieving with us when his body had surrendered.
- setting aside all transgressions and jumping in a car to support a daughter-in-law, estranged friend, and sinner.
- not allowing your dad/husband to be alone for more than a couple hours for over 41 days in the CCU.
- allowing your soon-to-be-ex-wife to relocate to La Crosse for weeks and taking care of the kids without question or hesitation, and helping them through the loss of their Papa Bear.
- traveling for hours multiple times to visit your brother when he couldn’t talk and hardly recognized you.
- allowing your husband to spend a couple weeks with his dad and being a single mom to 3 kids without complaint, not once.
- nursing a man for only a couple days-on his very best day in critical care, then nursing him through his absolute worst day. And when assigned to an entirely different floor, coming back the following day during your break to check on him. And when knowledge of his imminent passing hits, hugging the patient’s family and crying silently with us.
- singing to your dying mom the songs she sung to you to give comfort as she passes.
- seeing terror/worry in your sibling’s eyes as togetherness brings pending loss to reality.
- flying 2000 miles 1 day after burying your husband to be with your dad and sister to hold your mom as she passes.
- through tears, doing a last procedure on your long-time friend, colleague, brother, knowing it is only to give him comfort in his last hours.
- knowing how to mouth “I love you” even when completely non-communicative for days.
- completely working around the sometimes over-present family all with the loved one’s comfort and support in mind and still giving the utmost in quality medical care.
- sending food, prayers, and time to a family in deep grieving and pain.
- researching special music so a dying man’s request for a beautiful funeral can come to fruition.
- encircling a hospital bed and saying goodbye for the last time.
- breathing in your husband’s last breath and crying out when you realize it was the last one.
- holding your wife for 64 years and wishing every day to be with her again.
- staying on this journey with us even when things start to get better or worse.
There are so many more. And just this year, so many of these definitions are relative to death and finality, but the sentiments are constant. We cannot begin to express to everyone individually how so very grateful we are for your friendship and love. We are only able to stand here because your hands are reaching to hold us everywhere we turn.
Peace to you and us all in 2016.