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Missing the Happy Me

Feeling all sorts of emotional tonight. Might just have to sit down and have a good cry. Really missing Jason and having a partner to share all the BS that life likes to throw at me all at once sometimes. Luckily, I have really good friends and family to help me and commiserate with me when the suck happens, but at the end of the day it is just me…making decisions, worrying, trying not to eff things up, worrying, making sure my kids are okay, worrying. Then I get myself so wound up and exhausted that everything seems ten times worst than it is…and my person who could unwind me is gone.

I feel whiney, pessimistic, stressed, frustrated, overwhelmed, stuck, etc…and I hate it….I hate feeling that way. I miss the days when I blissfully thought that bad things only happened to other people….those were good, ignorant, happy days. Now I feel like I’m just always waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I hate that way of living.

My house doesn’t feel like home anymore…not without Jason. Everywhere I look he should be there. All of his things are still here…just waiting. Yesterday I thought maybe if I start going through his things…try to make the house more “me” instead of “us” it will feel better. I got as far as sitting on my bed with a garbage bag and then just sat there paralyzed….couldn’t do it. I know…I know…give myself grace and time. I’m trying. I just want him back.

Home

Rattling around the house
That used to be our home
Now it’s just all full of
Stuff
I can’t seem to let go.

Plastic tennis trophies collecting dust
I want to throw away
But then feel
Panic
They stay in boxes on the floor

Your nightstand is just how you left it
Empty Tums bottles
Kleenex box
Junk
I can’t throw in the trash.

So much stuff
I’m caught between
Wanting to let
Go
And holding on tight.

I look around and see you
Even though you’re gone
Our house still holds its shape for you
My heart
Not ready to move on.

I long to feel at home again
But my home was always you
These walls were just a container
Our love
Was the glue.

I will stay strong love on this Earth
Living this fake life
Until I find my
Home
On the other side.

Hearing “I Love You”

I had a hard time falling asleep last night. Usually I write or read until my eyes can’t stay open and then I’m out. Staying asleep is usually the hard part. Last night I just lay there thinking about how much I miss hearing Jason say “I love you”. For almost 21 years of marriage those were the last words I heard every night before I went to sleep…and the last 15 months when his memory was untrustworthy he would sometimes say it more than once. He would say “I love you” and then “I can’t remember if I said it or not yet”. I would just tell him he could tell me a million times and I wouldn’t mind.

Sometimes when he was having a rough day he would follow-up his “I love you” with “Thank you for taking care of me”. To which I would respond “You don’t have to thank me for that. You would do the same for me”.

When he was first diagnosed he would get really frustrated with himself when he couldn’t remember things…details about his doctor appointments and such. I told him not to worry about all that…the only thing you need to remember is that I love you and the kids love you. That’s it. And you know what? He never did forget that. He couldn’t keep track of anything else…day of the week…plans for the day…whether he had eaten or showered on a particular day…but love…that he remembered.

Those three words are powerful…don’t forget to use them.

Good Memories Today

Today was a nice ending to a topsy-turvy week. I went to Jason’s Mom and Dad’s house and had the best time sharing memories with them and my SIL, Jackie. We laughed…we cried…we supported each other in our sadness over losing Jason…we ate birthday cake. It was just what I needed…and I wish I would have done it sooner.

This morning I finished reading a book called, “It’s OK That You’re Not OK: Meeting Grief and Loss in a Culture That Doesn’t Understand” by Megan Devine. I read it through the first time kind of fast and now feel like I need to read it again to really soak it in, but this is the start of Chapter One and I feel every word of this so deeply

Here’s what I most want you to know: this really is as bad as you think.

No matter what anyone else says, this sucks. What has happened cannot be made right. What is lost cannot be restored. There is no beauty here, inside this central fact.

Acknowledgement is everything.

You’re in pain. It can’t be made better.

The reality of grief is far different from what others see from the outside. There is pain in this world that you can’t be cheered out of.

You don’t need solutions. You don’t need to move on from your grief. You need someone to see your grief, to acknowledge it. You need someone to hold your hands while you stand there in blinking horror, staring at the hole that was your life.

Some things cannot be fixed. They can only be carried”

p. 3

And that is why today was what I needed. No one was trying to “fix” me….or cheer me up….or got uncomfortable when I cried. No one was offering me empty platitudes…telling me I should be grateful because he’s in a “better place”. We all want him back here…and miss him so deeply.

On my way home I could almost feel Jason sitting next to me with his hand on my leg. I almost reached down a couple times to put my hand on top of his and rub my fingers on his weird fingernail that had this ridge in it…as I would often do while driving. And then I started thinking about a poem that I have been working on and all the words to finish it came to me. This one is for you Kent and Jan from Jason.

When you think of me
I know your hearts are sad.
But I loved you more than anything,
Mom and Dad.

You taught me how to swing a bat
Eat all my peas
Hit the ball
Right off the tees

You were my biggest hero
In my athletic career
For every game and match
In the stands you’d cheer.

You taught me how to be a man
How to live with integrity
Stand up for what I believe in
Let no one pressure me.

You taught me how to be a husband
I had an amazing wife
We loved each other and were so happy
All our married life.

You taught me how to be a dad
To my sons and daughter
The greatest blessings of my life
I was a very lucky father.

Someday when you look at my pictures
I hope that you can grin
Although my life was way too short
I’d do it all again.

Happy Heavenly Birthday

Today is Jason’s 44th birthday…his 1st one in Heaven. Ugh…how all the first things without him suck. So many extra reminders of him not being here…empty spaces that were his.

If he were here we would go out to dinner tonight. Probably somewhere not too fancy because he wouldn’t want to make too big a deal out of it. He’d order an Old Fashioned…with bourbon, not brandy…sorry my Wisconsin friends who make them wrong…and then we would just spend time as a family.

This week I’ve been listening to this song a lot…”Memories” by Maroon Five

So if you’re thinking about Jason and our family today on his birthday. Raise your glass of whatever you are drinking…Old Fashioned or otherwise…and think of your favorite memory of him. He’ll feel us…I know he will.

Happy Birthday Babe
Wish you were here.
I would wake you up with kisses
And whisper in your ear.

Instead you are gone
And nothing feels right.
Without you by my side
Holding me tight

People keep saying
You're in a better place.
But you were happy here
Always a smile on your face.

I know you felt pain
Memory loss and confusion
Is it selfish to want you back?
Death is an unfair conclusion.

I hope you are happy now
Painfree and whole
Playing tennis like you loved
Before the ability was stole.

So happy birthday my love
My angel in Heaven
Keep watching over us
Until we meet again.

Jason’s 40th Birthday

Done Insurance-ing

Well, I feel like after today I can put at least a small checkmark next to Life Insurance on my long ass list of Things To Do. I have all the “have to be made right now” decisions done and can breathe a little easier now…and pay my bills. No van down by the river for us.

Linc, Emmett, and I met up with a friend of mine tonight and her dood Scarlett to go for a walk. Linc and Scarlett had met when they were puppies and Emmett had never met Scarlett. The five of us had a good walk and it was good catching up with her. The doods enjoyed making a new friend.

Now I’m just sitting here feeling extremely tired and sad. I miss having Jason to share my evenings with…to talk about our days…unwind together. Instead I blog, which does help me process my day…but it’s no replacement for Jason.

At the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden

Coincidence? I Think Not!

Do you ever feel like certain people are put in your life at certain moments for a reason? I totally had that feeling today. First, I have to set the scene. For the past week I have been trying to get all the life insurance sh..stuff figured out. Jason had policies through three different companies…the one that was through Boston Scientific I think I have taken care of. Simple claim form I’m just wanting on my check. Then there’s the other ones…let’s call them Company A and Company B…they want me to meet with someone to go through the form…I don’t want to meet with someone…I just want to get this over with so I can pay my bills. Or just give me my husband back and you can keep your money.

So I have an appointment with the guy at Company A tomorrow. It’s where the majority of the policies are. I print the paperwork today and I am confused…seems like one of Jason’s policies is actually an annuity. I know nothing about this stuff. I’m asking around to a few people because I do not want to go into this meeting blind tomorrow. I don’t know the guy I’m meeting with…not sure that I really trust he has my best interests at heart…and I would just like to have some idea. Only answer that I’m really getting to my questions is “it all depends what kind of annuity it is”…Okay…I don’t know.

So I get in my car to drive home from work and decide to call the guy at Company B back because he has left a couple messages and I haven’t connected with him….his name is Jason. So I introduce myself to him. He immediately knows who I am and then starts talking to me and my first impression of this guy is…”oh my. He cannot even talk. What is wrong with him?” So suddenly he stops and says “okay. I have to give you some background because I’m struggling. My wife died of brain cancer 5 years ago. We have 6 kids. She was 43. I know exactly what you are going through right now. I’ve been there”. He gave me great advice on what to do with my policies. Straight up told me what my rights are and what I’m entitled to. By the time I pulled into my driveway we were crying together over the phone. He not only helped me with the policies at his company, but gave me the confidence I need to walk into my meeting at Company A tomorrow and feel like I know what I’m talking about…at least a little bit.

So hopefully by this time tomorrow I will have life insurance crossed off my list? Maybe?

October 2020

2 Months

Feels like 2 hours, 2 days, 2 weeks, 2 years…somehow all at the same time. I had a really strange dream about him last night. To understand my dream you would have to know that Jason ALWAYS had chapstick in his pocket…and I never did. I was forever asking to use his…or kissing him after he put it on…maybe TMI…but this is my blog after all…lol. In my dream he had three chapsticks in his pocket…but one of them was the BAD chapstick…I snuck it away from him and then was trying to find somewhere in our closet to hide it because if he found it something BAD would happen. It was very unsettling to wake up after that…but at least I slept?

Today I met up with a friend of mine who specializes in turning t-shirts, sweatshirts, and other clothing into quilts. She is making me one out of Jason’s favorites…all those tennis t-shirts, a few shirts from trips, a marching band sweatshirt for our Anna. It felt like the right decision to give them to her…but there were a couple tears on the way home. It is hard to let go…even of these things I know I will get back in a way that I can actually use.

This is a bit of a bookend week for me. 2 months today and then Jason’s birthday is on Friday. I hate all the “firsts” without him. I’m already dreading the Holidays. If it weren’t for the kids I would just pretend they aren’t happening.

Pictures and Poetry

My weekend was actually pretty good. I enjoyed going through pictures and thinking about good times. Makes me homesick for the past. I had a conversation with Levi about this one of Jason and I in college… and about how we were younger than Anna is now in the picture. I think he was kind of flabbergasted.

I feel sad that there are whole years of pictures missing. Jason had them all digital and I can’t figure out where he saved them as they are not on our computer. We have a lot printed out from when Anna was a baby, but not very many from Seth and Levi’s baby years before we started taking all of our pictures with cell phones instead of cameras. I wish I could ask him where they are.

I met a friend for breakfast today…which was really awesome. I talked so much I didn’t make it through my whole breakfast burrito. Sorry Vicki…next time you get to talk. Sometimes I feel like unless I’m at work I spend a lot of time alone having whole conversations in my head…or with my dogs. If I’m feeling really down everything in my head starts forming itself into poetry. That doesn’t happen when I’m in a good mood…I’m weird. I guess if I ever start talking to you like I’m Dr. Seuss you might want to throw chocolate at me and run away because I am not in a good mood.

Speaking of poetry, I ordered two more books of poetry that are supposed to come tomorrow. I just can’t get enough. It’s all I want to read. Something about it just connects with me inside. The written word is so powerful. The kind of ironic thing about poetry is that…depending upon what kind it is…there is a lot of math in it as well. It is what makes the cadence of the words so appealing…how many syllables in the words and such. So fascinating. I’ve been thinking about taking a poetry class someday…when I have time…ha!

Aerosmith

Today I have been immersed in going through photos…the ones from our college years are really fun. Check this one out from our Sophomore year…modeling our matching UWEC gear. Jason bought me that huge white teddy bear on my bed for our first Valentine’s Day. We were young, naive, and already so in love…we knew.

Our love didn’t stay the same…it only grew stronger through the years. Until 25ish years later we ended up here…on a dance floor…dancing to “our song” at his brother’s wedding. I only have a few snippets of video of this dance, but it’s engraved on my heart forever. I love this moment because it is so “us”. We both knew in our hearts it was our last dance, yet even though we were both in pain and crying we found something to talk about and laugh over…what it was I have no idea…and his eyes were filled with such love for me it was all I could see.

And the only thing he could see was me. He didn’t realize that we were the only ones dancing…he hated being the center of attention…until the song ended and everyone applauded.

That right there is a love that is worth everything.

Bunco

Tonight I let one of my friends talk me into going to her neighborhood ladies’ bunco night. In the “normal” past I would have been all excited to try something new…there would have been no having to “talk me into it”…now it is just hard.

Social situations give me anxiety in a way they never have before. I have an impossible time relaxing…having fun is hard and makes me feel guilty…I don’t want to be a downer…I feel out of place…staying home in my “safe place” is a lot easier.

Tonight I tried it though and I had fun! I had a couple times where I had to take a few deep breaths and tell myself I was fine…but for the most part I did okay! They seemed to like me and even invited me back…so I guess I wasn’t too quiet and weird. It was a really good ending to a rough, rough week.

Sleep has been impossible lately. I am having a really hard time not having Jason next to me. I find myself laying on my side facing away from his side of the bed…as far to the edge as I can get…like I just want to avoid the emptiness. Linc sleeps with me which kind of helps me fall asleep initially, but I always wake up after about 2 hours and then can’t get back to sleep. I feel like I have permagrit behind my eyelids and the bags under my eyes are unreal.

I had the Vets scheduled to come today and pick up a few bags of Jason’s old clothes. I sorted through the majority of his clothes on Monday…saving some and donating some. I felt okay while I was doing that, then the time came this morning to put out those bags and I just couldn’t talk myself into taking that step. It just doesn’t feel right to get rid of any of his things yet. Someday…maybe…

March 2020: Blissfully Unaware of the Cause of His Headaches