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Holiday surReal

12/23/2017

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This is my mom’s first Christmas without dad. Her room in the nursing home is half empty (she will eventually get a roommate)—his recliner is gone, the photographs on his side of the room have been taken down, and the “treasures” that he tried to hide under his bed or in his closet have been taken to Goodwill or the dumpster. Mom keeps saying, “This feels surreal.” I wonder if it’s like phantom limb pain. In many ways they were conjoined—sixty-six Christmas’ looped together, sixty-six years of shared stories and chapters, and now he’s gone. It’s confusing and unbearable. It’s surreal.
When faced with loss, I tell myself that there will be another chapter. I believe pain, although unrequested, is fertile ground for something new. Yet, I’ve been struggling with the fear that mom might not have another chapter in her. She is an amazing woman who has found grace through many challenges but it also feels like the veil that separates life and death is translucent. When dad was dying mom quietly asked, “I wonder what it feels like?” I believe she’s ready for her book to end. Yet, she keeps breathing. She is beloved and thankfully, she is in a good place with good people. At almost 94 she still goes to her activities—church, kickball (yes, kickball—they sit in a circle and swat or kick a beach ball when it comes their way. Mom told me once, conspiratorially, “Sometimes we hit each other in the head!” lol), sing-a-longs, drumming, bingo, and meals (even though she's never hungry or interested in eating). Is this enough for a next chapter . . . sans dad?

It’s a familiar question. What’s enough for a next chapter? For anyone in pain, the holidays make this question hang with melancholy silence. The illusion of universal holiday cheer is spiked with rum eggnog, social media’s, “look at my beautiful life,” and one-click, same-day-delivery “stuff” packaged like happiness. We make the holiday illusion believable and the inevitable conclusion painfully clear—everyone is happy except me. “Why is this happening to me?” Whether I tell myself that I don’t deserve this or conversely, I deserve this, the result is the same; it makes me unique . . . separate . . . alone. In Abraham Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, belonging sits just above the most basic need of safety. We humans are wired for connection and yet ironically we avoid it because it doesn’t feel safe. What a catch 22! The vulnerability that pain exposes is the most profound moment to connect and yet it is the one I avoid.

Kristin Neff Ph.D. author and pioneer in self-compassion research and practice, suggests another path. “Compassion is by definition relational. Compassion literally means to suffer with.” Mindful self-compassion creates a relationship between my experience and me, the experiencer. Dr. Neff says, “I am both the comforter and the one in need of comfort. There is more to me than the pain I am feeling right now, I am also the heartfelt response to that pain.”


I know next chapters take care of themselves. Usually we don't even know we are in a next chapter until we have the benefit of perspective. To be honest, I look ahead because it feels too hard, too scary, to be right here, right now. Yet, there is equanimity when I connect, when I stand in the midst of what’s uncomfortable without trying to avoid it or build a monument to my suffering. The contours of pain don’t make me deformed or special, they make me human—just like you. To use one of dad’s favorite Bible verses, “I will praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” When I soften the edges of my resistance and open my tender heart to what’s true right now, I hold mom’s journey and mine with a bit more compassion, more grace and more awe.

In a dissociated world that seems to rotate on fear, may you and I have a holiday of discovery through compassionate connection to ourself, others, and God.
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B. Simon Blake
12/25/2017 12:19:33 am

Thanks for this sweet muse, David.
I especially appreciated the observation that compassion is by its nature relational.

Blessings to your mother in this time of missing- and to you holding the heartcenter.

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David
12/26/2017 09:53:44 am

Thank you Simon. I know you know this journey as well. Grateful to share it with you.!

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Rebecca Fredrickson
12/26/2017 07:08:24 am

Poignant
Sweetly sad overflowing with love. We are blessed beyond words to have your record our memories feelings.
Love you my heart and brother

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David
12/26/2017 09:54:29 am

It wouldn't be family without you . . . love you.

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