Thirty-Nine Years Ago...

Thirty-nine years ago, I was preparing to be a mom for the first time and if my sweet boy were still with us, I imagine I’d be figuring out a way to have a “distancing” big birthday bash for him…because that’s what we do. I also imagine, in all this craziness, he would’ve kept inviting people to have a bonfire, but it would be BYOB (Bring Your Own Bottle) & BYOB (Build Your Own Bonfire!) or would that be BYOB 2.0?

Thirty-nine years ago. the dates fell on the same days of the week: May 10 on a Sunday, was Mother’s Day and my “due date” for BJ. May 16 on a Saturday and the day he joined our world and my motherhood began. It was a difficult labor, difficult delivery, and difficult first few days, but being his mom was anything but difficult. Oh, don’t get me wrong…we definitely had difficult times! But being a mom was the joy part of those difficult times.

At only thirty-five years old, he left us. He left us quickly, unexpectedly, and he left us heartbroken. Without a doubt, the absolute worst day of my life. A day, more than three and a half years ago, that still plays in my mind as if it were yesterday. I recall every minute of that day and the millions of emotions I went through in a short amount of time and then…waking up the next day feeling numb and feeling motionless and wondering how any of this could be real. 

We miss our kids when they go to grandma’s, sleepovers, college, deployment, and the list goes on. But, the kind of way you miss your child that is gone forever, that you can’t see, you can’t talk to, you can’t imagine their life at college, during deployment, across the mountain…it’s different and unless you go through it, you have no concept of the pain, the loss, and some days the emptiness that only they could fill with life. I have a beautiful family; two living sons, six grandkids, five living brothers and sisters, and NUMEROUS nieces, nephews, and greats. I have a wonderful life, but still…I miss my kid! My kid…that could light up the room as well as the campfire, that could make you laugh without even trying, the entertainer, the listener, the die-hard Coors Light lover, the baconater, the brother, the father, the son. Our lives have changed so much since that dreadful day in October 2016. “Our”…mine, his dad’s, his brother’s, his friends, but mostly his daughter’s. We all use humor to get us through the day, the rough times, the sad moments…but now, there is a sentiment for one another that BJ put in our hearts. We are sentimental over dates, memories, moments, and yes…even his freaking Coors Light! 

We rally to one another when there is sadness. We lift each other up with words of encouragement. We love each other in a way that is different than before we lost our precious one. We love each other 100%! No fakeness, no bull$hit…”you need me, I’m there”, kind of love. We know what it’s like to lose someone so internally close that we never want to go through that pain again, but yet we will. Loss is part of life…a sucky part, but a part. We make sure to say “I love you” to those that are still here. So, if I randomly say “I love you” to you, I certainly mean it…100%. It’s important to wear our hearts on our sleeves, to not have regrets when we lose someone, and to be present in life.

I know I’ve said this in previous posts, if you’re at a difference with someone…make amends!!! Don’t wait, tomorrow may not come for one of you. Sometimes it’s difficult. Sometimes we WANT to stand our ground. Sometimes we just need to forgive and move on…no regrets. When you get old like me, you understand the saying “life is too short”. Well, it is…for many. If you’ve experienced the “almost loss”, use it to ignite forgiveness for someone. If you don’t have anyone to forgive or make amends with…praise Jesus! If you do…you’ve got this, do it today!

If you stopped in to read my thoughts about BJ and about grief today…thank you! If you know someone that has lost someone that might need to know they are not alone, please share my blog with them. I don’t blog very often anymore, because basically I don’t feel the urge…today I did. But there are a lot of previous posts that someone might benefit from. Step out of your comfort zone and share it with them. Everyone, especially those going through grief, need to know they are not alone. Together, we are stronger. Together, grief is manageable. Together, is a better place to be.

BJ's Memorial Garden in my place of refuge...
it's a work in progress. :)