Do you sometimes wish it was all easy? Yeah… me too. Even though… even though I know the difficult times are when we are growing and learning. These are the moments in our life when we find out who. we. are. When we discover our true essence.
Love. Compassion. Grit.
These are the traits I hope to display in ALL that I do and say.
I don’t like to have hard conversations anymore that the next person, yet they’re still sometimes necessary to move beyond the pain and or the sting of silence. I have given voice to more feelings and emotions over the last few months than I ever cared to. But if we don’t go to the hard places, how will we ever expand our awareness of them? I’m “that person” who will not rest well until unspoken words are said out loud. And sometimes, “out loud” means only in my journal, where I work out all the shit, first.
I know we don’t always know what to say in a time of loss, especially when the wound, this one fatal, is self-inflicted. Maybe it’s because we get hung-up on religious beliefs that keep us in a place of our own “torment or anguish” (tip: change your thoughts, change your life (beliefs too— yes…YOU DO get to choose what you believe.)) Or perhaps it’s because we’ve never learned, or been taught how to grieve; we ignore or act as if it hasn’t happened. No book’s going to tell you how you feel.
But I am here to tell you this— from where I sit; it is NOT necessary to find “great words of wisdom or have something profound to say.” Just saying, as many have, “I don’t know what to say” is enough.
Thank you to all that have dared to say just that.
And maybe it’s because it’s still so fresh and so RAW. Or perhaps I was living in a state of complete disillusion, believing that the friendships and relationships, Joe and I had made over the years- both business and personal, meant more to us than they did to them. Because there are still those I have yet to hear from, and it hurts.
I have BIG love in my heart; it is truly overflowing. Forgiveness is the easiest part for me. I understood years ago that forgiveness is ALWAYS for ME- not “them.” It’s all an inside job. But as Maya Angelou said: “People will forget what you say and forget what you do, but they will never forget how you made them feel.” And… “When someone shows you who they are, believe them…THE FIRST TIME.”
Being able to put into words and articulate how I feel about this in a way that makes sense… is a risk. I have tried to share with everyone as openly and honestly as I can what I am going through as it’s happening. I have wanted to write about this for weeks but have stopped myself every time for fear of coming across as “angry” or “bitter.” Because it’s not anger that I’m feeling; it’s hurt. And then I am reminded through the music I hear, “If you live in fear you’re already dead.” (thank you to the Avett Brothers for pulling me back to myself.)
And then, on the flip side, I have had many people we didn’t have a close relationship with who have reached out; letters, cards, flowers, gifts- it all meant the world to me. And friends I haven’t seen or talked to in years that I’ve reconnected with- what a blessing! And yes, some people DID have profound words of wisdom and perspectives that I had never thought of; that, my friends, has helped more than you will ever know.
And yes… there are some things you should never say, not to me, and never to my kids. Joe is NOT a footnote. He is NOT a p.s. at the end of an email. He is NOT an afterthought. Please have some compassion and don’t minimize the impact of his life or death by putting him at the end of an email. He meant more to us than that. And honestly, from my perspective, a Facebook message or comment from a close friend, instead of a card or note, feels very impersonal, though the effort is still appreciated— if that makes any sense. (I’m being as honest as I can from MY perspective, sharing MY feelings. Everything seems acceptable in this new age of social media, text, and constant connection through these channels. Is it because we can’t find the time to sit down and write out a card or a note? Because that excuse is just not good enough. And others may be completely fine with “just” that.) Grief is also, as my mom said, deeply personal.
In short- we NEED each other.
I am not here to admonish or to shame- just the opposite. I’m here to send you love, to open the conversation, and to say… we need each other. We need to communicate and have a conversation around death and loss; we will ALL have to experience it at some point in our lives. I think we can get better at it. Maybe this post alone will make you feel anger towards me, causing you to look inside of yourself and ask yourself the hard questions (yes!) That’s ok. I still love you. MY SHOULDERS ARE BROAD, I now know this to be fact.
While on my trip, I realized, through conversation, and visits with friends along my journey that I haven’t been doing a good enough job of articulating just how sick Joe was. In the end, Joe was NOT the Joe you loved and remembered. He was VERY ill. Even I did not recognize how ill. I want to change the conversation around mental illness. Can we just say it’s a cancer of the brain? Because that’s what it is. No one wants to talk about it out loud- but that’s what we should be doing. Will changing the verbiage help you to understand that it’s a DISEASE? Will it allow you to forgive him? To forgive me for staying silent? To not be angry? To know that this was not a selfish act?
In Joe’s mind this was self-less.
Yes, we are the ones left behind to deal with and clean up the mess that was left behind. And we, this family, (my family always includes my close, personal friends) know now, that we CAN DO hard things. We’re doing them. We can have the hard conversations and say the things that need to be said. Feel the things that need to be felt.
Love, compassion, and forgiveness, that’s really what it’s all about.
Are you really mad at me? At Joe? Or is your anger directed within, and you have yet to acknowledge that? Is it YOU that you need to forgive? For not asking the questions, for not tuning in to what was happening? For not paying attention or recognizing? Remember, life is a mirror reflecting back to you. I have my own guilt I have to sit with and work out. Do you think there aren’t MANY things I would have done differently? Because believe me… YES, if I had a do-over, this is not the way it would have ended. There are many things… many things that would have changed. And all I can do now is ask for forgiveness and your compassion; to learn from my mistakes.
This is part of that learning. Giving voice to the unsaid “things.”
And at the end of the day, we will all go on—until we don’t. We will either expand or contract. And no matter what, I will always love you.
We will not only survive this, we will thrive through it.
Let’s do it together.
xo, and peace. Always peace.
If anything I have said here resonates with you, I would love to know.
I don’t know you but, I’ve been reading everything you write taking it all in. When you write that it’s so impersonal for someone to message you through social media. That they should stop and write a personal card . My thoughts on this is maybe just maybe they were thinking I need to reach out to my friend and I want her to get this immediately. So they chose social media because their words would be there immediately. Hopefully to comfort you and your family. Im not making excuses for them just trying to understand both points of views. Peace and Love ,Take care, hugs
Saun in Ohio
Thank you for your thoughts Saun, I really appreciate your taking the time to stop, and for being brave enough to speak and share your thoughts. (ALWAYS!) This is how we learn. And maybe I’m looking at it all wrong and need to soften my views.
I was not speaking of “FB friends” or just someone I’m/we were associated with, and maybe I could have made that clearer. I was speaking about close friends, and business relationships that we’ve had for (some) 20 years. That silence hurts and it feels very impersonal to receive a FB comment as the only form of communication. No phone call, no note in the mailbox. Not just anyone.
I have LOVED the FB messages and comments I’ve received. They have helped to move me forward and I know this is how we’re maneuvering through this new age of social, but I will always (I think- who knows…I can always change my mind) feel a personal note or phone call are warranted when it’s someone you’ve known for so long.
I think people are uncomfortable with death, especially suicide. I want to share how I’m feeling so that others can perhaps see a point of view that they hadn’t thought of and we can start talking about it (just as you have here.) If you don’t deal with grief, grief will deal with you.
Thank you again for your thoughts- it means so much to me that you’re reading and contemplating the things I’m sharing.
Pre-script: I miss Joe Beckley! I miss his humor! I miss that tough shell covering the big heart. I love how he loved you, my friend!
We never truly know what goes on in the mind of a person suffering from depression and torment. They keep a lot of that hidden from even their closest confidant.
And I do know that his thinking was not His thinking. But I know to the core of his very being, he was convinced that he was looking out for you and his family’s best interest. He thought he was protecting you. He just lost all site of the truth. He believed a lie.
I will ALWAYS miss Joe and I will always be heart broken that we missed out on So much time. That is fact.
I really want to have this conversation about this post in person. Because you always make me look deeper into my own soul and spirit! We all have things in there that need to be uncovered. And processed.
Marie, being a person who tends to be reserved and quiet, you make me realize more and more that I do have a voice and I must push to speak up more!! I have important things to say. And I need to not shy away from tough conversations. Because I think love and adoration come as a result of clearing those old dusty thoughts and wounds out of the closets of our mind.
I love you so much and can’t wait to hear all about your recent adventure and “all the deep thoughts that are on your mind!
I cannot wait to have this conversation with you. I’m sure you will have much to teach me. I am open. I am learning. I feel like a sponge, truly. We can no longer “shy” away because how else do we grow. With age and experience, we have wisdom. Thank God for that. I KNOW you have much to say, and teach; your words are powerful. I love you and cannot wait to sit down with you. Thank you for EVERYTHING, but mostly for being YOU!