Life is a journey. As with any journey, there are good times and bad. There can be unexpected turns or detours along the way. And sometimes EVERYTHING feels like an uphill climb.
Losing Mom and making arrangements for Dad to live with assistance has been emotionally draining.
Mom’s funeral was a healing experience. The liturgy was beautiful. The luncheon was perfect. Our family held each other up both physically and spiritually. We cried, but mostly tears of joy for a life well spent. Mom would have been pleased and proud.
Getting Dad moved into an Assisted Living apartment was trying – lots of red-tape. Furnishing his new apartment with some of his (their) furniture has been bittersweet. It’s nice to give him familiar things but hard to take apart the house that had been their home for 57 years. Still harder is watching Dad grieve and trying to be strong and gentle at the same time while struggling with my own grief. Nothing prepares you for this.
Mostly, I’m tired.
No one told me that grief could be so exhausting. Sleepless nights. Or nights interrupted by dreams or reminders of things left undone. Also the seemingly endless activity that is required in planning a funeral, finding and getting Dad settled into a new home, moving furniture, filling out paperwork, hours on the phone with my siblings reassuring each other that the decisions we are making are the right ones, staying strong and “holding up” and doing all of this while life goes on.
I’m not complaining. We were blessed with a Mom who lived to be 90 years old. I’m just feeling weary. I will rest later. Right now I have to keep on journeying.
2 thoughts on “Weary Traveler”
Rest in God’s embrace. Prayers for strength, comfort and peace.
It’s always sad when a light returns to the heavens, I make no assumption to have known your dearly departed, but if they leave such longing in those whom they left behind, then heaven bound is the only outcome for having lived a life to have a child and loved one’s who can leave such a touching piece.
My heart goes out to you during this time and I pray that you have the strength to keep the knowledge that when the irreplacable dies, they live on in all of us and that being said, I am sorry for your loss and hope you a steady recovery during this trying time and a blessed time onward.