Saturday was one year ago since I started the blog with my post Four Weeks. It has been one heck of a ride since that first post.
When it was mentioned to me that maybe I should start a blog, I had no idea why, since I had never even read a blog. I had no idea what I would do with it, what I would write or how it could possibly help. But as I’ve said before I latched onto anything and everything that anyone suggested. I: read everything I could get my hands on, attended Grief Share, called a counselor, contacted Stephen Ministries, tried to pray, took whatever time off from work that was appropriate, went back to work to get back engaged in life, clung to family, wrote in my journal (which I have always done.) Read the bible, listened to preaching and teaching and Christian music. Anything and everything that I even heard of that might help me survive this with my sanity intact –I tried. So when starting a blog was suggested and writing had always been my natural outlet and my way to cope –I started a blog. And while I can’t say that any one thing was most instrumental in my survival the blog has certainly played a huge part. And yes, there are still days when it is still up in the air whether I will make it all the way through it, but I have managed to survive it one day at a time, one step at a time, one “post” at a time for thirteen months today -- a feat I never believed possible thirteen months ago.
Here I have found peace, faith, friends, comfort and release. I have been able to write out my feelings, my love, my hurts, my memories, my devastation, my disappointments, my insecurities, my life-lessons and my grief.
I have been able through this to express some of the isolating loneliness of this horror and find solace in the friends and family that I have here because I can say the things on my heart here that I would likely never say in person. It has helped me to be able to recognize blessings and miracles and gifts as I have written through my day to day survival. I have found friends that have been my support and I hope and pray that it has been some comfort for others; that perhaps something I may have said or acknowledged may have helped someone else along this grief road or if nothing else – let someone know they were not alone and give them hope in the fact that if I can survive “this” freight train – they too can survive theirs.
Through writing here I have been able to lay things out in black and white, sort through them and organize them in my mind helping me at times to see things I would have otherwise missed. I have rediscovered my love for music and found a new love in the hope and healing words of Praise and Worship because of a reader here that had actually been through a similar experience. I have been able to post sweet memories of my baby boy, funny pictures and honor all that he was as I relived my short time with him. I have been able to honor the memory of my daughter-in-law and express some of what she meant to me and our entire family and I have been free to acknowledge my love for my son, relive the joy that he was to us and recount some of the reasons that I can never believe this horrific conclusion about what happened and I have been free to express my disappointment, my anger and resulting insecurities with the way the Sheriff’s Department handled the "investigation".
A year ago there was no way I could have imagined all this blog would mean to me. It has been all of the above and much more. Thank you for being there with me as I struggled to survive this.
Many, many days, this has been my only safe place to fall.