Chapter 2

It has been a long time since I have posted anything online...Almost 8 months. A lot has changed in that time and I have been dealing with a lot of personal issues. Part of the reason I took a break from blogging is because I became more private about my life. I was in the middle of lengthy and emotional legal battle regarding Michael's Estate (our house and his belongings), and I started dating a man that I could see myself with forever. And as shocking as that was to admit to other people...it was even more shocking for me to admit it to myself. Being so public about your life, puts you straight in the path for criticism, and I have been working so hard on rebuilding myself...I just wasn't ready to put it all out there yet.

Often times "Chapter 2" refers to the second chapter in the life of a widow. I have started my "Chapter 2." When you lose your spouse unexpectedly, the last thing you think will ever happen is being able to live a fulfilling life again. I thought my life was over...and it was. The life that I had known was over. I was forced to start a new life. For me, there is no such thing as "moving on" because I will never move on from the loss of my husband. It is a part of the person I am today, and that love is not replaceable. However, I do believe in being able to "move forward." I believe that everyday it takes a conscious choice to move forward with life after your spouse dies. And it is anything from easy, but you also owe it to yourself to be able to enjoy life again. I don't think that making the choice to move forward with my life lessens my love for Michael at all. In fact, I feel like it honors him. Michael loved to see me smile and hear me laugh. He always told me no matter what...all he wanted was for me to be happy. He told me that when I was 17 and he told me that when I was 27. And now at 31, I still believe he would say the same thing if given the chance. I didn't choose to lose Michael. We did not divorce each other. We were happy and in love and planned to spend the rest of our lives together. But our plans were not God's plans...His plans were different. And as HARD as that has been for me to accept...I have had to adjust to it.

I have been learning to embrace the hand I've been dealt. It's not fair and it has been the hardest thing I have ever had to go through and continue to go through. I did not deserve what happened to me. But it happened. And I can not change that, no matter how many tears I cry or how many times I wish Michael was still alive. He is gone...forever. And even on the good days, that still cuts like a knife to my heart. You think when you are in love that you are resistant to bad things that happen around you. But the truth is, we are not. And that lesson is one to always remember. We are not promised tomorrow and we must learn to start making the most of the time we have.

In August of 2015, I remarried a wonderful and loving man that accepts my past and encourages my future. There are a few possible misconceptions about a widow remarrying that I want to talk about. By deciding to move forward in your life, that doesn't stop the love (and pain) that comes from losing a spouse.  But it does give me hope for a life that experiences happiness again. And Jamie (my new husband) does just that.

I have walked through the darkest hell and managed to slowly climb back out. I found someone who brings my soul back to life. LIFE IS SHORT. I have been through a devastating loss with Michael. Losing him and his boys continues to be the HARDEST thing I have ever been though. Don't you think that is enough suffering in itself? Why push away sunlight that is finally beginning to peek out?  And I decided not too. I embraced it. I embraced the sunshine on my face and in my soul. I embraced the love in my heart that I did not realize I even had.

These words are taken from the blog "One Fit Widow" and describe perfectly how I feel. Michelle Steinke writes:
"There is nothing easy about making the conscious effort to move forward after the devastating loss of life. The emotions of death don't die the minute you take new vows. One man does not replace the other. People are not replaceable and while you develop new bonds, new relationship and new love--the love you had for those before never truly dies. I like to think love expands the heart. With great love my heart has expanded to allow more great love. The two relationships are not mutually exclusive and while I love them both differently--I do indeed love them both."

One of the ways I choose to honor Michael and our marriage is continuing to wear my wedding band from him. The bottom band is the wedding band he gave me. A marriage that ended only because of death. A marriage vow that I took...till death do us part. For me, it is a symbolic reminder of the love shared and the love that remains. I also chose not to drop Michael's last name. That was something that was important and meant a lot to me. Michael is so much a part of me and always will be.

The middle band and top engagement ring are the ones from Jamie and they represent my present and future. I am so thankful for a man that allows me to express my love for Michael openly. I am blessed beyond what I ever imagined to find true love, not once...but twice. Each love is different...just like each person is different. One love does not replace the other. But I am learning how to live post-loss and how to enjoy it again. And I am learning that I don't have to feel guilty about wanting to be happy again.

These two articles below are great reads involving being a widow and remarrying. They both articulate many things that I feel and maybe just couldn't put into words.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/carole-brody-fleet/remarriage-after-widowhood_b_3545400.html

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michelle-e-steinke/dear-widow-police-i-wont-_b_8234798.html


In the end, I want to give others hope and encouragement and that is why I chose to start back writing. If I can make a difference in just one person's life...then it is all worth it.

Learning to Live Again

 I speak of Michael daily. He is part of me that will never leave and that will never change. The past 18 months have been the most challenging, emotionally draining, and demanding months of my life. I have fought to be alive, fought for Michael, fought for peace...and forgiveness, and fought to become who I am. It has been a long road and taken a long time for me to realize that I am going to be ok. I still struggle often with overwhelming feelings of grief and loss. I struggle with why this had to happen to me, why this had to happen to Michael. I will never have those answers. I have to keep faith in the Good Lord and trust He is in control of our lives. He decides who dies, when they die and why they die. Faith for me is learning to let go of what I can not control and putting it in His hands.

Lately, the stronger I have become, the more reservations I have about continuing to chronicle my journey. Writing is my therapy but I wonder sometimes if I don't create more chaos for myself by being so open and so vulnerable. I want to help someone if I can, and that is why I continue to do it.  It is only fair to those individuals who have reached out to me and talked about how I have touched their life and helped them in some way. If anything I believe that God wants to use me in a way to reach out and help others going through struggles in life. Whether it be dealing with the loss of a loved one, or simply learning to see how precious life really is. I do finally believe that I am a strong person. I believe I am a better person because of Michael and because of his death. I believe God intended to use me as a source of strength for others as well. I miss Michael more than words can possibly describe. I will never stop missing him or loving him...but God has changed me because of this. God has transformed me into a different person... A better person.

Something that I have now, that I have not had in a long time..is HOPE. I have hope for a fulfilling life and a promising future. At one point I never thought it was possible to survive what I was going through, much less be able to enjoy life again. I am able to enjoy life again. I am able to appreciate small things that I took for granted before Michael's death. I am able to find peace in my life and in my heart. I know Michael has been with me and pushed me to overcome the things I could not have done on my own. Love is stronger than death and our love is the reason I can do the things I do. Our love is the reason I am able to get through each day and look toward the endless possibilities that life has to offer.

A pivotal moment in my life that helped me reach this place, happened a few weeks ago. Two of my good friends and I were eating at a restaurant and we were suddenly locked inside by a police officer. A shooting had just taken place next door and a sheriff came in searching. He put the establishment on lock down until further notice as they searched for the shooter. For the first time since Michael died, I realized I did not want my life to end. Even though I had begged God to take me many times since Michael's death...in that moment...I realized I did not want to die. I realized that my time here is limited too. I do not know when my last breath will be. Hopefully I will live a long time and experience many things but there is no guarantee of that. It is incredibly scary to think that any one of us could leave this earth at any given moment.  I have decided to try to make the most of everyday. Which leads me to my final thought...are you doing what you need to do to make the most of your time alive?

Fear

There was a light in my eyes and a fire in my soul...but when he died...that part of me died too. Living day to day is one thing...feeling alive is something completely different.

You learn to build walls so high around yourself after something devastating happens. I know that in order to feel alive again I have to take the walls down. But taking the walls down makes me vulnerable to all the hurt in life that I have tried so hard to numb out the last year and a half. At what point do you risk it all to truly find happiness again? Fear is the biggest challenge when learning to move forward with life. Fear keeps you in the dark. Fear keeps you from potentially finding a peace and happiness once again in your soul.

Do I think I can be happy again? Yes. In my own way...in my own time. But when do I learn to let fear take a backseat and allow myself to start driving my own life?

A New Year...A New Me

I am 14 months post loss. I find that I am changing and evolving continuously as I move forward in this life. As humans we are ever evolving and changing. That is how we have survived on this earth for centuries. As a survivor of losing a loved one, I myself have been evolving over the past year. I have tried different things to ease the pain. I have become consumed in things to stay busy at times. I have withdrawn myself at times. I have done everything that looks "normal" to someone on the outside, but the truth is I was still very empty on the inside. I needed a change. I needed to refocus...starting with MYSELF and learn to heal and learn to experience life again the way it should be experienced. I needed to break up with the old Caroline and start fresh with a new relationship with myself. The truth is I have been in a very bad relationship with myself over the past year. And grief affects people differently, so who is to say what is the "right" way or the "wrong" way  to feel. But I had reached my limit and decided to take back over my life. After coming out. a few months ago,  of one of the worst depressions I have ever had...I made a promise to myself. I promised I would get myself the help I needed to put myself back in control of my life and fight this battle. If you don't take some steps to surround yourself with people who see the light, rather than see darkness, you will remain stuck in the shadows. I was tired of living in the darkness. The only way to start healing is to make a choice to not remain where you are...not to remain in the darkness. To learn to dance between the shadows and keep looking toward the light.

One of the greatest things I have done for myself lately, that has changed me, has been practicing yoga. And how lucky am I that my best friend teaches and practices it. This practice has taught me to learn to appreciate myself, first and foremost. It is about learning to find balance in your life and learning to let go of the things you can not change.

It has taught me about honoring awareness of the soul, and learning to love myself, even if I am broken. These are a few of the affirmations I am learning to live by. (Click on them to make bigger)

                                           

These are just a few of the things I am learning to live by. And if it were not for my beautiful friend, Belinthia Poole, I would never have given yoga a second thought. She has truly awoken my soul, and I am forever grateful to her. She has walked with me through this journey and helped be my voice of reason when my mind was cluttered. 

Starting yoga has made me want to make changes in my life in other ways as well. It has made me aware of myself and how to work toward creating balance in my life. This is one reason I have decided to deactivate my personal Facebook page. I am learning to pull away from things that do not create balance in my life and push toward things that do. I think like many of us, I got caught up in social media and at this point in my life, my new focus is on myself. I decided to keep my blog and my public Facebook Page "Barefoot & Beautifully Broken." Because I still want to chronicle my journey and work toward being a positive source of light to those struggling through the darkness. 

I am optimistic for 2015. I am optimistic that this year will bring great changes in me and bring much needed peace to my heart. Happy New Year and here's to a fresh start!