Pictures

Click HERE to see photos from our trip to South Africa. Sorry - no stories yet. I'm taking the Bar in five weeks, so that's keeping me pretty occupied. Pictures will have to do for now I guess.

trip of a lifetime

I don't know what made me think I was going to want to spend a single second of my precious time with Nate writing on this blog! Once he arrived in Cape Town, nothing was further from my mind than logging on to a computer, so I've not posted a single thing about our AMAZING trip. South Africa is breathtaking, and we had the time of our lives. I've got lots of pictures. Look for those and more on the trip in the next couple of days. I'm off to take a nap...jet-lag is getting me.

almost cape town

I'vc spent the past few months waiting for this, and it's finally here! Since Nate left, we've been planning to meet in South Africa for the next two weeks, and - finally - I am on my way there. Nate leaves Baghdad today. Hopefully he'll be able to get a ticket to Cape Town easily so I don't have to wait around in Cape Town all by myself. For the first time in four years, I left my laptop at home for this trip, so I won't be writing as much as normal, but I'll try to find internet cafes and update the blog a few times. Happy New Year!! I know ours will be!!

The Gap

This Friday marks one year since we lost Tyler, and words fail to describe the depth to which our loss still reaches. It seems like this Christmas season is a little more difficult for me, but really, I'm not more sad than I always am. That's the thing about loss like this...it doesn't really follow the rules. It comes when you least expect it...like yesterday during lunch with a friend who did not know him. And then, on other days that one would expect to be difficult, the grief just seems to slip beneath the surface for a while. I'm ok today. I thought I wouldn't be...I'm sitting at the same gate where I sat the night he died...waiting to board a flight home. I guess I can either be angry at the times it hits, or appreciate the reprieve. I think I'm both. And sometimes, I strangely want the grief to surface. I guess grief let me know I'm not forgetting. Someone asked me the other day if I could be granted one wish, what would it be. The obvious answer would be - I would feel no more grief. But I do not wish that. And honestly, as much as it gives me pain to watch my family grieve, I would not ask to have their pain removed either. This seems strange even to me, and I'm the one typing this. But I would rather feel pain than feel nothing. I hate this grief, but it is part of the love we have for Tyler. C.S. Lewis said it something like this: "The pain we feel now is part of the joy we felt then." I am looking forward to being with my family in just a few hours. We will spend time reflecting, playing, eating, skiing, talking, crying, and laughing. Life is rich, even now. And in less than two weeks, I will be with the love of my life, on the vacation of a lifetime. And life will be good. I have never been more thankful for hope. I found the following essay buried in the comments of a friend's blog. I'm putting it here because it speaks to the grief of my parents in a way I never could. The Gap The gap between those who have lost children and those who have not is profoundly difficult to bridge. No one, whose children are well and intact can be expected to understand what parents who have lost children have absorbed and what they bear. Our children come to us through every blade of grass, every crack in the sidewalk, every bowl of breakfast cereal. We seek contact with their atoms, their hairbrush, their toothbrush, their clothing. We reach for what was integrally woven into the fabric of our lives, now torn and shredded.A black hole has been blown through our souls and, indeed, it often does not allow the light to escape. It is a difficult place. For us to enter there is to be cut deeply, and torn anew, each time we go there, by the jagged edges of our loss. Yet we return, again and again, for that is where our children now reside. This will be so for years to come and it will change us profoundly. At some point in the distant future, the edges of that hole will have tempered and softened but the empty space will remain - a life sentence.Our friends will change through this. There is no avoiding it. We grieve for our children, in part, through talking about them and our feelings for having lost them. Some go there with us, others cannot and through their denial add a further measure, however unwittingly, to an already heavy burden. Assuming that we may be feeling "better" six months later is simply "to not get it." The excruciating and isolating reality that bereaved parents feel is hermetically sealed from the nature of any other human experience. Thus it is a trap - those whose compassion and insight we most need are those for whom we abhor the experience that would allow them that sensitivity and capacity. And yet, somehow there are those, each in their own fashion, who have found a way to reach us and stay, to our comfort. They have understood, again each in their own way, that our children remain our children through our memory of them. Their memory is sustained through speaking about them and our feelings about their death. Deny this and you deny their life. Deny their life and you no longer have a place in ours.We recognize that we have moved to an emotional place where it is often very difficult to reach us. Our attempts to be normal are painful and the day to day carries a silent, screaming anguish that accompanies us, sometimes from moment to moment. Were we to give it its own voice we fear we would become truly unreachable, and so we remain "strong" for a host of reasons even as the strength saps our energy and drains our will. Were we to act out our true feelings we would be impossible to be with. We resent having to act normal, yet we dare not do otherwise. People who understand this dynamic are our gold standard. Working our way through this over the years will change us as does every experience - and extreme experience changes one extremely. We know we will have recovered when, as we have read, it is no longer so painful to be normal. We do not know who we will be at that point or who will still be with us.We have read that the gap is so difficult that, often, bereaved parents must attempt to reach out to friends and relatives or risk losing them. This is our attempt. For those untarnished by such events, who wish to know in some way what they, thankfully, do not know, read this. It may provide a window that is helpful for both sides of the gap.