Hi everyone.
Let me start by wishing everyone a very merry xmas, and I hope that you are surrounded by family and friends that you care about very much!
It has been a very crazy time over the last six months. A lot of ups and downs, not that there is anything different about that in my life. But this time some of the lows have been really low, and have taken me to a place I have never quite been before.
I am sure that everyone reading this had dealt with grief before in their life. It is something that we all go through. I have been through grief a few times in my life. I remember the effect losing each of my grandparents had on my life and as a nurse I have watched many people die, and have had a window into the grief that their families must be feeling. But still, nothing adequately prepared me for losing a family member, someone wonderful... That was only 27 years old.
I have been thinking about a lot since he passed away. I know they are normal thoughts, but I dont imagine that they are the most healthy for my mental wellbeing! Things that have eaten away at me the most, were the things that I never said. The things that I never got to tell him, the laughter we never got to share. Regrets. Regrets are the worst thing. I regret a lot of things. I regret keeping him at a distance, I regret not being closer to him. I even regret declining his offer when he asked me to drop everything and go to Japan with him and his friends.
I think about the fact that I am only 27 years old. If it were me, have I lived enough? What if it were me? What if I were to die tomorrow? Would I be content with people's memories of me? Have I been nice enough? Have I loved enough? Would people miss me? Would people have the same thoughts as I am having right now? Have I made the right decisions in my life? Have I let people go that I shouldn't have? Have I held onto people or things that I should have let go? Have I been focusing on the wrong things? What really matters anyway? Does anything really matter anyway?
I don't really know what I believe in at the moment. I like to think that he is there. Sometimes I swear I can see him or feel him, that when I talk to him he is listening. Sometimes I feel that he shows me things, gives me signs – sorts of synchronistic occurrences that give my heart that flutter of hope that it was his doing. Even though my logical brain knows that it is statistically nothing but a coincidence. But I still cling to them, these flutters of something else. Isn't that what faith is anyway? Even though you know in your logical mind, that nothing exists, there is still that hope, and that flutter... That AHH moment where logic doesn't matter, and feeling takes over.
I guess all I can do is be myself. I am a very spiritual person, with a wave of strong scepticism at the moment. I am very open minded, but realistic at the same time. Do I believe that he is still around? Of course I do. Because if I don't then what do I have? Because if he is not around, then everything I have worked so hard to believe in is a lie.
So he is there, and he is laughing at me for being such an idiot, and he wants me to say Yes to Japan in the next life.
Love Mel
Hold onto those who you love tightly, nothing lasts forever.
