It has just started, the holidays, but it is already beginning to hit. I knew it would. Last year my friends distracted me for my birthday and threw me a “surprise” party. It was awesome. There were lots of friends there to show me some love. That was 3 weeks after my husband unexpectedly died.
Thanksgiving 2 months later was hard when I shared the day with my kids and Mike’s family. We were all sad but didn’t really know what to do about it. We were together. Maybe that was all we could handle last year.
Last Christmas, I made reservations for a cruise. I took my two boys, 19 and 22 years old, on a cruise to Honduras, Belize and Mexico. I needed to be distracted. I did not decorate for Christmas. I did not make cookies or send cards or even buy gifts. I did climb some pyramids, have a few massages on the ship and swim with dolphins. It was different.
I had a friend who suggested that I may want to buy gifts for a disadvantaged child. It could help me feel better to help others. I agreed.
Mike was always the one who came home with the name of a child for us to help during the holidays. The child had asked for a gift and his office would hand out names to the attorneys and their wives would purchase the gift and have it ready in time. It was a nice gesture and we were always happy to help.
Last year I was on my own. It was so much more difficult than I ever thought it would be to help others. I stressed out about finding what this child wanted. Every decision and thought was overwhelming and difficult. I put it off. At the last minute I overnight delivered the items to my house so I would have them in time. Sometimes when we are grieving, we can not do that much. Every little thing is difficult and you need time to take care of yourself. I wasn’t ready to engage with people who needed me.
So now the dark season has returned. I live in New York and it does actually start to get dark at 4:30 pm and doesn’t get light until about 7:00 am. Now the holidays are starting. Holidays are nice. It is a nice time to spend with family and good friends. But when the man you married and raised your children with is no longer here, there is an ache in your heart. I have been feeling that this week.
It starts with random memories showing up in my mind. I think of times and places that we enjoyed. I relive the fact that he is no longer here. It is a reality that I try not to think about all the time, but when he is supposed to be here, like for a holiday, it is hard to not acknowledge that he is not here.
This Thanksgiving I was invited to have dinner with my brother and his family. My friend drove the 5 hours upstate New York with me. We picked up my son from his college room and joined family for dinner. We enjoyed a delicious traditional meal of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes and all the best desserts like pudding pie, apple pie and pumpkin pie. We told funny stories and got lots of hugs.
I left the visit and was happy to have spent time with family but still – the feeling of loss is starting to gain on me. Why don’t I have the life I used to have? I don’t want to be sad, but if that is how I feel, I know I am supposed to go through it and not always runaway from my feelings.
So I read about some things people should do to help them cope with the loss of a loved one over the holidays. I found a Pinterest site from Sharonmartincounseling.com who listed ways of coping with grief during the Holidays. I have nothing to lose so here is my take on her suggestions:
Today I went out of my comfort zone. My friend had suggested making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and handing them out to the homeless on the streets of New York City. Generally I don’t stop and talk to the homeless. It is sad but true. But recently I’ve noticed a lot more people who are living on the streets and it is starting to get cold.
I read a very distressing article in the New York Times by Nikita Stewart called “Homeless Young People of New York, Overlooked and Underserved” FEB. 5, 2016. She stated that some of the homeless are aged 18-24. They hang out in The Port Authority bus station charging their phones. But many of them are runaways or foster children who have been exited from the social programs.
Well, we decided this would be a good use of our time and money We did some shopping. Gloves, socks, clementines, granola bars, yoo hoo, candy canes and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We made fifty bags. We put them into 2 large suitcases and drove into the city around 11:00 am.
We parked and then headed toward Port Authority with our 2 large suitcases. We approached total strangers and asked “Do you know anyone who would like a lunch”. Some people shyly put out their hand. Some people said no. Some people said thank you so much and directed us where we could distribute more bags.
Most people were middle aged men. One woman was a bit upset that I spoke to her. But overall people did seem appreciative. As we drove out of town, we smiled as we saw men sipping yoo hoo on the street.
I am not feeling as sad as I was yesterday. We listened to Mike’s iPod and his top tunes last night as we made the bags and today I wore his old sweatshirt as I walked around the city. Every day is different. We get what we put into it. This was a good day. Maybe I will do some decorating tomorrow.
What are you doing to help you through the holiday season?