Realization

So I know its been over a year since I've written my last post.  And there is good reason for that.  In this past year I have done a lot of growing, learning and realizing many things.  This was the first year since Dustin's died that I actually felt like I could stand.  It's the first year I've felt "normal."  Whatever that is.

One of my realizations as of late is, who am I ?  With holidays coming, people have been asking me, what do YOU want for Christmas?  How are YOU doing?  What can I/we do for YOU?  And these things are things I've been asked several times before, but it wasn't until this year that I realized it is for just, me.  Since before graduating high school it was always Bri and Dusty or Dusty and Bri.  I found who I was as an adult, with him by my side.  He made me a better mother, a better wife, a better sister, daughter, granddaughter, niece and friend.  When I lost him, I lost everything I was.  And in this past year I have been working on finding ME again.  It hasn't been my most favorite thing to do, in fact it has been one of the most painful things I've ever had to do.  But its been worth it and very necessary.

Tonight I was watching my guilty pleasure show, Teen Mom OG, and one of the cast members is going to be going through a small separation from her husband.  She was talking with her producer and was saying how its always been her AND her husband since they were in Jr. High.  It's never been just her or just him and her husband felt as though it was important for them to take some time apart and work on just themselves and she, apprehensively, agreed.  As I watched that tonight it confirmed to me how important it is for me to find myself and that it's ok to do that.  Because I've always felt like its still Bri and Dusty.  Which still is true, but he isn't here on earth anymore to be part of that.

It's funny to me how I look for confirmation in things around me now that I don't have Dustin to help with that.  Which I guess is part of finding me again.  It's not something I enjoy doing and its pretty difficult to do, but like I've said before, its worth it.  I hope to be able to write more as I continue to find myself and share more of my realizations with all of you.  Just know if I don't, its because I'm working really hard on myself and don't have a way of vocalizing whats going on inside that brain of mine :)

 

Setting my Soul on Fire!

So in the past 3 1/2 years I have learned a lot about who I am as an individual, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend and a widow.  Today as I was scrolling through Instagram, like I do far more often than I'd like to admit, I stumbled across a quote.  No idea who said it, but it was on one of the widow pages I follow.  The quote read, "Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."  Wow.  Did that not make a light bulb go off in my brain or what?!

When Dustin first died, I thought it was my job to continue to do the things he loved and was so passionate about.  I thought if I didn't I wouldn't be able to keep his legacy going.  So I did my best to do that.  Take the kids fishing, camping, quad riding, ingrain in their brains that we are Broncos fans and going on adventures where ever our gas tank could take us.  I quickly realized how incredibly painful that was.  Dustin was a VERY passionate person.  Like, almost obsessively passionate.  So to do these things without him was really hard for me.  Not only did I have so many small kids in tow, but he wasn't there to show how important this was to him, why he loved it so much and to teach the kids about it all.  That role now landed on me.  Now, don't get me wrong, I love to do all of those same things.  But I had other passions than he did and so I wasn't as knowledgeable as he was and didn't share the same exact love he did for them.  It also just flat out hurt me deep inside knowing he was never going to be able to do this with them, ever.  So I battled back and forth with this for a long time.  Should I just suck it up and suffer inside for the kids?  Or should I do similar things that I am more passionate about and really enjoy the time with the kids?

That question continued in my head for what seemed like forever.  So for a while, I just didn't do anything.  It was too hard with everything going on with the kids and having so many that still needed my help for 95% of their day.  But a few months ago I had a thought cross my mind.  That thought was, Brianna, go back to your roots.  Go back to what you love to do, Dustin loves you and wants you to enjoy this life.  So go back to what you knew before he came into your life.  Go back to your roots.  I sat there after hearing that thought and went, how?  How can I do that?  So I did what I know best and I prayed.  I prayed to Heavenly Father to help me find a way to make that happen, to find a way to remember what my roots are and to start to pursue them again.  As time passed and I continued to pray and try to work something out to get back to my roots, a perfect plan fell into place.  And I honestly couldn't have asked for a better plan to fall into place!

While my life is still incredibly hard day in and day out, I'm finally seeing glimpses of happiness come back.  I'm finally starting to feel whole again!  And the best part is, I feel comfort knowing that even though I might not be carrying his legacy on in those specific ways, I am able to carry it on in the best way for me and my kids.  Which is by setting my soul on fire to show them how life really can be lived to the fullest, just like their dad did every day.

M.I.A.

It's been a while since I've written.  A LLLOOOOOOOONNGGGGG while to be exact.  I guess it could be longer, but here I am, feeling the need to finally write again.  The start of year three was, as every start to a new year is, scary and new.  I knew my grief had changed.  I knew my kids' grief had changed.  What I didn't know was the challenges it would bring.

For the first time in my entire life, I can honestly say that I've actually, really struggled with getting out of bed every morning.  They say that in the first stages of grief that is completely normal.  Well, I must have missed that part of that stage, because it was easy for me to keep going then.  Now?  It's a completely different story.  But life has also drastically changed since then.  I look back on that time and honestly wish I could go back, compared to what I am dealing with now.  

Every morning, around 5a, I hear the stomps of little feet and loud screams and yells of children who are up and ready to start their day.  But, because of their change in grief, if I don't meet them out by a certain time, they start to panic that I have died or that I have disappeared.  So if I try to catch a few more zzz's or I pray a little longer so that I can try to have more patience, I am quickly bombarded with terrified children who have now started their day in complete panic mode.  What a way to start the day, huh?!  Once a day is started in panic mode, its hard to shift out of it.  So I am then dealing with multiple children who have panic attacks several times throughout the day and into the night.  On days we don't start in panic, we start in sensory overload.  Which also involves a lot of screaming and crying.  Almost identical to panic attacks, but worse because it deals with the sensory systems and there are certain things you can't control with that.  All of these things happen before 8a, or earlier.  

Now, while these panic attacks and sensory meltdowns are happening, those who are not directly affected by them are getting into trouble.  And I'm not talking easy mess to clean up.  I'm talking those crazy messes that you see on social media that the parents have recorded and gone viral for.  Only difference for me is that I usually don't have the time to record what has been done.  So I go from helping kids with panic attacks and sensory meltdowns (which is a CRAZY emotional roller coaster as a parent) to finding a HUGE mess(es) that I'm not even sure how to clean up!  All of which is usually happening before 10a-11a.  

I then have to figure out how to feed four of the PICKIEST eaters I've ever known, lunch.  How in the world do you do that after the type of morning I've just had?!  Extreme picky eaters are no joke and will literally starve before they will eat what you fixed.  And what you fixed could be what they asked for, but its too brown, or too cold, or too hot, or was cooked differently, etc.  So now you are stuck with kids who refuse to eat and are whining and complaining that they are starving and are then blaming you for making them starve.  SO SUPER FUN, RIGHT?!?!?!

By noon everyday, I've reached my patience limit.  But, there are still S E V E N hours until bed time.  We try to have quiet time, which is successful most of the time.  Unless Speedy Gonzales finishes all of their books to read, puzzles to do, pattern play to work on and coloring pages to color.  Then I have the million questions of what can I do now?  Can I . . . Over and over again until the youngest wakes up from her nap, crankier than before, because she didn't get to nap as long as she needed.  By then its only 1:30p-2p.  Now there are four hours to fill and zero patience to fill them with.  Somehow, and with the help of my grandma, brother and his girlfriend and my mom, I can make it through dinner time and make sure everyone is fed.  Dealing with the same extreme picky eating challenges I face at lunch.

Then it is finally bath and bed time.  Oh what a glorious time of day!!  Well, it should be right?  Not for me.  Bath time brings more sensory challenges with different kids than from the morning routine.  I usually end up soaked with soap everywhere and so does the bathroom.  As well as any animal that decided to join in on the "bathroom fun."  We then come to bed time and I am faced with kids who either can't fall asleep because they are terrified I am going to leave them or if I step foot outside that I will die, or who can fall asleep fast but not stay asleep because of night terrors.

We also have days filled with appointments.  These appointments aren't just any regular old appointment either.  They are specialist appointments because we aren't the "healthiest" family on the block.  So we spend a majority of our time in the car.  Going here there and everywhere.  Let's just say that you know you have a lot of appointments because when school's in, the registrar at your kids' school knows you on a first name/personal basis, knows your kids in the same way as well as what teacher they have, what room number they're in and knows if they are absent/tardy to just mark them as excused without having to call and clarify because you always come with Dr.'s notes.

Within these crazy, busy, highly emotionally, challenging days there still needs to be time carved out for light, I'm talking seriously light, housework.  Scratch that, I'm talking the necessities to keep our house and clothes clean!!  Let alone saving time for my brain to slow down long enough to actually sleep and let my mind and body recover from everything that happened that day!!

So this is why I have been M.I.A.  for the past 4 months.  And I don't write all of this for sympathy, I write all of this so if I have ignored you, haven't been super talkative, have had R.B.F. (in full force) or have hid away in my house, you understand why.  It's not easy being a truly single mother.  Let alone all of the medical issues and conditions we do have with their new grief mixed into that.  Just know that I am M.I.A. for good reasons . . . I am helping my kids navigate their new challenges that come from deep within themselves.  Some of which we are learning to control and some of which we just flat out can't control and are learning to cope with.  

   

My New Season of Grief

So I am now a month in to year three of loosing Dustin.  YEAR THREE!!  How has it been three years already?!  It feels like an eternity to me, but it also feels like it was yesterday.  I guess that's grief's way of putting it into perspective for me.  I've noticed something about my grief though and I don't think a lot of people know or understand where grief has taken me.

Year one was rough. 

      So many firsts.

      So much to wrap my brain around.

      So much to figure out.

      So much self-induced pressure to make life as perfect as it can be.

Year two was even harder!

     So much feeling and emotions surfaced.

     So many second firsts that actually could be remembered and felt.

     So much guilt for trying to hold on to a life that wasn't living anymore.

     So many unfamiliar situations that I had to face "alone."

But where has all of this, and much more, brought me?  It has brought me to where I am today.  It has made me who I am today because I didn't let any of it stop me.  

After my first year of being a widow, I went to a Widow's Conference.  In that conference I learned a very important lesson.  I was taught that it is OK to be sad, mad, frustrated and discouraged, but its not OK to stay there.  It is OK to give myself time limits to feel those negative emotions, but its not OK to unpack and stay in those emotions all the time.

Starting year three, I realized that a lot of people thought I would still be so incredibly sad that Dustin died.  But I am here to tell you that I am not nearly as sad as I used to be.  And it is because of what I learned at that Widow's Conference.  Life doesn't just stop when you loose your spouse.  So you are forced to make a choice.  To unpack and live in that horrible pity party, or to let yourself feel your emotions, work through them and let them go.  

My new season of grief involves random grief triggers that you didn't know existed.  It involves explaining again to my kids what happened to their dad, why it happened, when they will see him again and it not affecting me so badly that I'm paralyzed for the rest of the day.  It involves figuring out how to keep him alive in the appropriate way for my kids.  It involves figuring out how to be a single parent in the best way I can be, doing the best I can with what I have and being OK with that.  It involves being the only voice for myself and my kids.  It involves so much more than what meets the eye because its just become a part of who I am.  

I am grief.  

Grief is me.  

But it doesn't stop me like it used to.  It doesn't paralyze me like it used to.  It doesn't fog my brain as badly as it used to.  It is my new season of grief and I am excited to see what I can do with it!!     

My Intricately Calloused Heart

As I sit here on the eve of what should be my 8th wedding anniversary, I can't help but notice everything I'm not feeling anymore.  There has been so much to feel in the past 2 years and 10 months that I've lost all of the feeling in my heart. 

Several years ago, Dustin and I always made this night a special night.  It was our thing.  Our tradition to start celebrating our anniversary.  We didn't have hardly any money so we wanted to make sure we made our anniversary as special as possible and let it last as long as possible.  We'd reminisce through our wedding pictures, joke about the things that went wrong, bask in our love for each other and eventually fall asleep next to each other.  It was a special night for us and we looked forward to it every year.  

The January before Dustin left for Korea, we FINALLY got to celebrate our anniversary by actually going out.  My amazing sister gave us a paid in full, including the babysitter, date night for our Christmas present.  We immediately knew we wanted to save it for celebrating our 5th anniversary.  Perfect one to finally be able to celebrate!!  5 years!!  We had made it to 5 years of marriage, had 3 healthy kids with a fourth on the way, several moves and apartments, a base house, several cars and too many animals to count.  But we had survived it all!  The good, the bad and the ugly.  That night is one I will never forget!  It was the most perfect night we could've ever asked for.  Little did I know that would be the very last anniversary I'd be celebrating with him alive, though.

After I lost Dustin, I didn't know how to celebrate our anniversary anymore.  How do you celebrate something so meaningful when the person you want to celebrate with is no longer alive?!  I decided I'd keep up our traditions that first anniversary and just write it in my journal.  I quickly realized that was too painful.  The next year I decided to celebrate it with our kids.  Good idea in theory, right?  They could care less right now because of their ages.  Which I get.  But now that brings me to tonight. 

Numb.

Emotionless.

Detached.

How?  How did I end up here?  Let me tell you.  In grief there is so much physical pain that you start to not feel anymore.  Things just seem to not even register on the rector scale of pain because you've gone so long feeling deep, immense pain in every second of every day.  You know the ones you see in the hospitals where they have the faces and ask you to rate your pain on a scale of 1-10?  Yeah, this pain is so deep, no number could equate to it.  So, you start to form this big, rough callous over your heart to try and help save it from breaking into more pieces than it already has.  

Now this pain sits there, getting deeper and deeper as the days pass without your person.  It is a pain that is nonstop.  It racks your spirit, mind and body.  All day, everyday.  And as you experience more life, this callous you've formed on your heart gets rougher in different spots because it has to.  If it doesn't, you're afraid that you'll feel too much and then your mind will take you back to that day, those weeks and months right after they died.  And then you have this wave of emotions come over you that you can't control.  You don't know how long they will remain either, so out of fear, you work so hard to build that callous bigger and in a new spot.  One you honestly didn't think would matter, but it does.  It matters so much you'd rather be numb to it than feel any of it at all.  Which is why I am numb, emotionless and detached tonight.  I have had almost 3 years now of many life events I didn't think would matter.  But they did and I needed to make my intricate callous.    

Will this ever go away?  Maybe one day.  When I'm so old that I've experienced all that life has to offer me.  But for now, this is how I live my life.  One intricately placed callous at a time.  And I still have a lot of life to live, so I suspect my callous to be the most beautifully intricate calloused heart you ever did see.         

Pulling Weeds

Well, well, well.  2016 is coming to an end.  Where in the world did the year go?!  I'm still baffled as to where 2015 went.  Really don't remember much from that year.  And I feel like now that 2016 is ending, I'm finally beginning.    

Yesterday I decided to go out back with my kiddos.  To watch them play and enjoy the beautiful weather. As I was basking in the beauty of it all I noticed TONS of weeds.  We've had lots of rain here lately and when there is lots of rain, there are lots of weeds.  So I decided I was going to pull them so that our backyard could be beautiful once again.

As I started pulling the weeds I found some interesting things.  The first thing I found were some worms.  I picked some up to show the kids and they all squealed and ran away.  Then I found a dead lizard that was completely intact and then I found multiple dead lizards, but half eaten.  So a half eaten lizard graveyard, probably started by good ol'Tipps, our cat.  Well finding those things didn't stop me.  I discarded them and kept pulling away.  Then I realized something!  I had the Aha! moment I'd been looking for all year!

Pulling these weeds and finding all of this nastiness amongst them is just like life!!

You're probable asking, What the F       !!!  But let me explain.

Weeds are unpleasant, worms are gross and dead lizards, whole or half eaten, are disgusting.  But, yesterday I made the choice to take all of those unpleasant, gross and disgusting things out of my backyard because I wanted to keep it beautiful!!  I could've just as well left them there and stopped at the first set of weeds, worm or dead lizard.  I was determined though.  I was determined to make my backyard pretty again.

Are you following?

You see, I made the choice to deal with all of the nastiness so that I could make my backyard beautiful.  Just like in my life, I am given the choices to choose whether or not I want to take out the stressful, nasty and disheartening things that stand in my way.  I have the free agency to make my life what I want it to be.  

Now, will it happen by pulling only one weed?  No-sir-y!!  It will happen by pulling all of the weeds, at my own pace, as I see fit.  And there will be things like worms and dead lizards along the way to make pulling those weeds a little harder?  Yes, of course!!  But if I keep at it, discarding those things, I will make my life just what I want it to be!    

The FINE Line

So recently I've noticed that I seem to have some pet peeves that I never had before Dustin died.  But, in all reality, I didn't need to have them because I wasn't a widow yet.  Tonight I am going to do my best at explaining one of my biggest pet peeves since starting this widow journey.

Back when I was first widowed life was a blur.  I honestly don't even remember giving birth to TessieAnn I was in such a fog.  But as that fog faded and I started to realize my world was totally different, I started noticing how different things really bugged me.  We all have our pet peeves and they differ from person to person as well as severity.  Some things are easily brushed off where as others really hit home and aren't as easy to shake.  This pet peeve of mine isn't as easy to shake . . .

As a widowed mother to four kids, I have a village that is helping me raise them.  Those that are in my village have come to know us post loss and accept us for who we are now.  Whether they be family or friends, they know and love us for who we are.  As a widowed mother to four kids, I also have an outside circle of family and friends who aren't as close to us (no offense intended) that still know and love us for who we are but don't quite understand where we are now.  Which is where my pet peeve comes in.

I don't think any harm is intended when this pet peeve occurs.  But, it is something I feel that needs to be talked about.  So here it goes.

My biggest pet peeve is when people start talking about Dustin's death in a negative connotation, asking me what he would've thought in a current situation and just harping on the fact that he isn't here anymore to experience his life.

BOOM.  I said it.  Now the question is why?  Why do I let these things bother me?

Well my friends, grief work is no easy task.  It takes A LOT of mental, physical and spiritual meditation to get through all of the emotions felt after loosing your spouse and is a constant work in progress.  So when someone talks negatively about your spouse dying (like he shouldn't have died that way, he shouldn't have died that young, he shouldn't have gone to Korea etc), asks what I think Dustin would be feeling, thinking or doing in a certain situation or harps on the fact that his life was cut short and that he is missing out on all of these wonderful things with his kids and me, it sets me back several steps because it puts me back to some of the beginning stages of my grief and all of my own emotions that surrounded all of those very true statements.  It's a very fine line yet a very thick fine line.

Is it sad that Dustin died the way he did?  Yes.  Is it sad that Dustin died at only 24 years of age?  Yes.  Is is sad that he was alone, in Korea when he died?  Yes.  Is it sad that he is missing out on our entire lives here on earth?  Yes.  Do I know what he would think, feel or be doing with current events of our lives?  Nope, not a clue.  I have an idea, but people grow and learn as life goes on and it has been just over 2 1/2 years since he's been gone.  A lot has changed since then and I can honestly say that I don't know what he would be doing, thinking or feeling.

Once you loose your spouse, your whole world changes.  Your whole perspective of life changes.  Your whole thought process as a parent changes.  The way you look at yourself changes.  All of which are a part of life and growing and progressing.  So to be reminded of such a dark time in your life in such a negative way, is just a killer.  I'm a firm believer that the past is the past and you can either live, learn and progress from it, or you can lie in it, linger and stay put.  I don't know about you, but I prefer to live, learn and progress.