Hahahaha

Hahahaha. September 14th I was going to recommit. What a joke!

Did I mention on September 29th I had to put my 15...now 16 year old son in drug rehab? Did I mention that every week I get to drive to Salt Lake City ( a 4 1/2 hour drive) each way for therapy? Did I mention I am working Saturdays to cover my missed Tuesday shift?

Blogging? Hmmm May have to wait a while.

On the plus side.... My son is doing AMAZING! He will be home soon, and I am nervous & excited.

Hope to talk to you all soon!

Been Away

I have been away for so long, I am not sure that I will have any followers left at this point. I haven't even found the time to follow the blogs that I loved and inspired me so much. I think I got a little overwhelmed (which isn't hard to do) during a few "Friday Follows".

My life has not been my own. I have not been in control. I mentioned to someone the other day that I feel like I am on a merry-go-round, reaching for something solid to stop, and when I grab it, it just yanks on my arm, kind of pulling it out of the socket. It may slow me down a little, but I am still spinning. And the fact that the merry-go-round is going slower now, it allows for other things to pile on. I am feeling like I can't win.

I have set a goal to really write again. So I will mention what has been going on, then really take the time to "put it all out there"... maybe this weekend.

Besides missing my son... I am going through a divorce. We were separated when I started the blog, and didn't feel it was right to air dirty laundry, when it wasn't just my laundry to air. We were keeping things quiet until we knew what the outcome would be. Before we can get divorced, we are having to file for bankruptcy. Before we can file for bankruptcy, we are having to take care of some tax issues. My life is in a holding pattern. Then of course there is the crazy schedule of 4 teenage boys and the one woman taxi service.

Lately I have been dwelling on missing Andrew. Flipping through the pages of his scrapbook. Staring at his pictures. Wondering what he would be doing, if he were here. Wondering what he is doing in Heaven. What does he look like. Smiling with that lump in my throat. Rising above it, acting like that life doesn't exist. Swimming as fast as I can, against the current. Trying to do it ALL!

Blogging really helped me get in touch with my feelings and not feel so overwhelmed. Maybe that is why I feel like I can't get on top of things. So I will add blogging back to the crazy life in an attempt to make it a little less crazy.

It is good to be back. Talk to you soon.

The Event Center

I had an experience last night that I expected to be strange, and it did not dissapoint. I was fortunate enought to be invited to a lovely wedding. The bride was beautiful. The event center was beautiful. Everything was beautiful.

So why was this strange?

The beautiful event center was formerly Heideman Mortuary. The mortuary that handled Andrew's funeral. I had not been back there since I paid the final bill. The center looked completely different...BUT as I wandered around I could still make out some of the vivid memories. Where Andrew's casket was for the viewing, now a beautiful dining room table. Where the people lined up to greet us, now a beautiful staicase. Where the chapel was, now a dance floor. The elevator that took us down stairs to see our son and dress him, still an elevator. The TV still had a video on it, but instead of the past life of a boy whose life on earth has ended, a video of two people's past lives that are starting a new one, together. And I even thought...the freezers. A walkin freezer that once contained my son's body, now holds food for a wedding.

The whole idea seemed so strange to me. I was preoccupied.

With errands and things to do, I did not get home for a few hours. I showered and got ready for bed, then looked at Andrew's scrapbook that I have started. I am so sad that he is gone. Sometimes it does not seem real. I look at the pictures of him in his casket and ask myself "Is he really gone?" "Did it really happen?" And the lump in my throat, that I fight, reminds me of how real it really is.

I think of the "events" in our life that Andrew will not be here for. His brother's and sister's weddings. Graduations. Missionary farewells. Births of neices and nephews. It makes me ache for him.

So, to not give in to the self pity, and tears. I quickly went to bed, to sleep the bad dream away. I love sleep. It is my best defense mechanism.

Andrew, today I miss all the past events in our life that we shared, and the future events that I will experience without you here, but with you in my heart. I love you.

Memorial Day

I have been thinking about posting this thought since...well ugh...Memorial Day.

I have a strong opinion about Memorial day. I think it is the perfect day to remember and recognize our soldiers who have lost their lives in the line of duty, as well as recognize those that have survived and are serving. I do not, however feel that we should feel obligated to grieve publicly for our own losses on that day.

Mothers who have lost children grieve for their lost children the other 364 days of the year, and should not feel obligated to go to the grave, etc., that day.

I have a good friend who lost her son 18 years ago. She has since moved away from where he is buried. She was feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt for not being able to visit him or decorate his grave on Memorial Day. But he is not there. He is with her, where ever she is. Her son loves her and knows that she loves him. I am sure he does not care if she is able to drive the several hours it would take for her to put flowers on his grave. We all put flowers and decorations on our childrens' graves everyday in our broken hearts.

On the flip side, I did not plan to go to Andrew's grave on Memorial Day this year. However, I was in the area of the cemetary, and had about an hour until I was supposed to meet my husband and son at the movie theater. I did not want to waste the gas to drive home and back, so I decided to visit Andrew's grave. When I got there, the cemetary must have conducted a cemetary clean up and his grave was void of any decorations. I do feel a sense of guilt, or dissapointmet, when his grave isn't decorated. I know Andrew doesn't care, but in a way, I don't want him to think I have forgotten him or put him on the back burner. And yet, I know he hears my every thought, and knows the grief in my heart.

Andrew knows I think of him all 365 days of the year, all 24 hours of every day, all 60 minutes of every hour, and all 60 seconds of every minute.

And if I don't decorate his grave on Memorial Day, because someone says that is what I am supposed to do, I should not feel guilty, and I do not love my son any less.

I don't usually rant, and I hope this doesn't sound like such.

So mothers, grieve when you want to greive, and how you wnt to grieve. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Greeting the Sun

Once upon a time I used to write poetry.

I thought I would like to try writing a song about losing my son. I even thought I would like to try to make a whole CD for othere grieving parents. I know that you are supposed to write the tune then the lyrics, but...since I don't know how to write music, lyrics is as far as I got. The CD may not happen unless I learn how to write music.

So I thought I would share.


Greeting the Sun

V1:
Making my shield to the world,
I’m pulling the sheets up tight,
Trying to forget you’re gone,
But I’m not winning the fight.
You’re all around in my room,
You are every where I look.
On the floor, your crumpled clothes,
the table, your fav’rite book.

V2:
Shades are holding back the sun,
While lying in this cold bed.
Didn’t really sleep last night,
With your mem’ry in my head.
With this aching in my heart,
Don’t think I can greet this day.
Feeling empty in my sole.
I’m sleeping the pain away.

Chorus:
The sun can’t find me here
I’m alone in the dark.
Sun please don’t find me here,
I’m not ready to start,
Op’ning my heart, sharing with friends,
Taking on this new day.
Living my life, greeting the sun,
Pretending that I’m o.k.

V3:
People say get out of bed,
I can’t find the will to try.
Feeling like I just can’t live,
I am wishing I could die.
I won’t make it with you gone,
No way can I make it through.
Won’t you please come back to me?
Or just take me there with you?





Chorus:
The sun can’t find me here
I’m alone in the dark.
Sun please don’t find me here,
I’m not ready to start,
Op’ning my heart, sharing with friends,
Taking on this new day.
Living my life, greeting the sun,
Pretending that I’m o.k.

Bridge:
You break through the tears I cry
To say:
“My mem’ry can’t live when you choose to die.”

Revised Chorus:
I’ll let the sun find me here
To brighten up the dark.
Sun will you please find me here
I’m ready to start,
Op’ning my heart, sharing with friends,
Taking on this new day.
Living my life, greeting the sun,
Learning I’ll be o.k.

Reprise:
Op’ning my heart, sharing with friends,
Taking on this new day.
Living my life, greeting the sun,
Knowing I’ll be o.k….

Someday…..… I’ll be o.k.

Why?

Why is it that the minute we post that we are doing well, (or better) that the world seems to start crashing down upon us? It is as though somebody heard and said,"Oops, didn't realize she was doing so well. Time for some more character building."

I firmly believe that people who have lost children should be exempt from any more trials in their life. Grief is an ongoing trial, and there should not be room for more.

I don't post EVERYTHING in my life, to protect those that are a part of my blog not by choice, but because they are my family. Blogg subjects by association. My family tends to get upset with me because I say WAY too much to people.

But this time, I choose to put it out there. I know, to those of you who know me...big shocker!

1 week ago today, at 2:15 pm, my 15 year old son ran away. He has called a few times to let me know he is ok, but loves having the life of no rules or responisibilies. At first I was upset and pleading with him to come home. Now I have turned angry and have been letting him know that. I am frustrated. And my anger isn't winning him over. Go figure.

Yesterday my husband was able to talk him into meeting him for lunch to try to talk him into coming home. During that time the police called to check on Garrett's status. Since he agreed to eat lunch with Greg, he is no longer considered a runaway and was taken off of the missing list. Which I am not sure what difference that makes anyway. If he is found by the police he is just turned over to us, then he can run away again. So I guess until he wants to come home, it doesn't really matter if he is a "missing person" or not.

So mostly I am upset with the fact that I have yet another trial in my life. Sometimes I will list the crappy milestones of my life to a complete stanger and they will just look at me like I am crazy. How am I still standing? And with a smile and a chuckle I will either say "It wouldn't be my life if it wasn't crappy" or "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger."

Throught it all, my testimony stays in tact, and I smile most of the time. I just think, I have learned enough for a while, and I would like a summer vacation from this school of life.

Thanks for listening to my whyning.

Living

A few nights ago, I walked into Wal-Mart. I was alone. This is most unusual for me, as someone always wants to get out of the house, even if it just to go to Wal-Mart. However, I was alone.

I walked in, and I was overcome with grief, missing Andrew. It was not an anniversary of any kind. It was not Andrew's birthday. There was not a little boy that reminded me of him. I did not see any of Andrew's high school friends. There was no explanation for my grief. Well, no explanation, except for the fact, that in my chest, I carry a broken heart. But I still didn't understand why now? Why am I sad now?

I wandered aimlessly through the aisles. I already had the few items I had come for, and a few more (as is always the case at Wal-Mart). But I continued to wander as if I was searching for the one thing to cease the pain.

Floods of emotion continued to consume me, as if in waves. I would feel the tide roll in. I was quick though. A few deep breaths, and I could hold it back. I did not want to become a sobbing mess in the electronics department. So with deep breaths, and deep concentration, I was able to control the storm.

I found myself in front of the books. This is rediculous, because I do not like to read. I am a slow reader, and my mind wanders. In school I always tried to get by, reading just the cliff notes.

And yet, I have a compulsion to read. All of a sudden, I have 5 books on my list.

This may seem small and insignificant, but at this very moment I have the overwhelming desire to become actively engaged in my life. Standing there in Wal-Mart, I want to read, write, speak, serve, enjoy... LIVE! Goals and desires are flooding my mind. I can hardly wait to embark on my life.

Sunday morning no one wanted to go to church. Everyone had their own legitimate ailment. Normally I would have used this as an excuse to sleep in. But today, I looked forward to church. I arrived 20 minutes early and enjoyed the prelude music. I listened to the choir practice. I decided that it was time to start singing again. I remember when I loved to sing solos. I could always feel the spirit. Now, I struggle to sing, without crying. So for 3 years, I have not sung. I called the choir director, and will join the choir.

The lessons and speakers all had the perfect message. That night I chose to go to a fireside on the Atonement.

I am so grateful for Christ and his sacrifice. Through Andrew, I feel closer to Him. Andrew is passing on my hopes, fears, and dreams to Him, while reminding me that He is there for me, waiting for me to partake. With Him, I am becoming actively engaged in my life.

The flowers seem so bright today. I feel as though I can not take it all in. The beauty of the world is overwhelming.

I opened my window as I drift off to sleep. The crickets seem to be singing a lullaby just for me.

It is amazing to me that this world has been here for me, all of this time. Where have I been? Where I have been, has brought me to where I am now.

I am here, and I am ready.