Looking for Hope in the New Year After the Loss of a Loved One

Looking for Hope in the New Year After the Loss of a Loved One

For many, welcoming in the New Year is a celebration of optimism and hope. Many see it as a fresh start. The New Year’s resolution tradition is a yearly chance to improve your life and perhaps yourself.

Of course, this isn’t a view shared by all.

For the newly bereaved, the New Year’s “celebration” can be an incredibly painful milestone and reminder.

My 4-year-old daughter died on September 30, 2009. In my overwhelming grief, I had been preoccupied with anxious anticipation of how I was going to handle Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. I had agonized over what I should do or not do to make those three holidays any less painful. I had worried about whether I would break down or have a panic attack on days that were supposed to be celebrations. Since I had never been much of a participant in New Year’s Eve festivities, it didn’t even occur to me that the New Year holiday would be a big deal.

And yet, I was completely blindsided by just how painful the New Year’s holiday was for me. In the week between Christmas and New Year’s, I began to realize I was actually dreading it.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that a new year was coming and my daughter wouldn’t be alive in it.

New Year’s would bring me no resolutions, hope, or optimism. All I saw was more impossible pain on the horizon. The harsh reality that my daughter wasn’t going to be alive in 2010 made me downright angry that this new year was being welcomed and celebrated by the rest of the world.

Some of you reading this may feel the same despair I did those years ago. The idea that anything good can ever happen again may feel impossible. The mere idea of smiling, laughing, and enjoying life may feel like a betrayal of your loved one. And if you feel that way, it’s okay. It’s a normal reaction to grief.

Only when you feel ready, I encourage you to give yourself permission to look for hope again. But this time with a new perspective.

Perhaps it is like a New Year’s resolution. Not the myriad of resolutions that are doomed from the start because they are too ambitious and too vague. Most people fail these broad resolutions because they try to take on too much at once. They don’t have the willpower to change the lifelong habits that are barriers to their goals.

The resolutions I am suggesting are ones that have very specific, small, and ACHIEVABLE goals. The key to success is to try to un-learn every day habits that normally get in the way of achieving your goals. You can change your habits by setting mini goals that are SO simple to achieve, you actually do them. And if you do them consistently for a certain length of time, they become new, positive habits.

Getting back to the idea of allowing yourself to look for hope in the New Year. If I were to suggest mini goals based on my personal experience with grief, here’s what they might be.

Say or write ONE word that describes how you are feeling every day.

One of the hardest parts of grief is our natural reaction to try to suppress the pain. This might be done through outright denial, keeping busy (and therefore distracted from it), numbing it with drugs or alcohol, etc. The problem with this approach is that suppressing the pain only makes it worse. And it can even prolong the severity of your pain.

By saying or writing one word that describes how you feel each day, you begin to learn how to express your feelings. And when you express them, you can begin to work through them. When you work through them, you can ultimately let those painful feelings go. Words that I might have used four years ago to describe how I felt could include: despair, guilt, panic, fatigued, hopeless, numb, disbelief, angry, despondent. The list goes on.

Acknowledge ONE nice thing that happened every day.

When you are deep in grief, you tend to focus on what you’ve lost and the searing pain associated with it. Your world might become bleak and filled with despair. By acknowledging one nice thing that happened that day, you can begin to create a habit of gratitude, hope, and optimism.

Even if you had this habit before your loss, you will likely experience it in a more meaningful way. Nice things could be as simple as someone holding the elevator door for you. Or as significant as a friend stopping by to say hello and let you know they care about you.

Do ONE thing to take care of yourself every day.

This may not be difficult for some. But for myself and many others I know, this can be challenging even when you are NOT grieving. But in early grief, your energy is usually completely gone most of the time. Even basic chores like cooking or laundry can feel downright impossible. If there is one time in your life that you need to take care of yourself, it is now.

For example, you can ask your family or friends to help with things you normally take for granted. Things like cooking a meal, doing a load of laundry, etc. You can eat something healthy when you don’t have any appetite. Or take a nap when you feel exhausted. You can let yourself cry if you feel the urge. Taking care of yourself could even be something like treating yourself to a massage to help relieve the aching tension you are likely feeling.

Smile ONCE every day.

For some, this may be the most difficult mini goal of them all. For a long time it was for me. I felt that if I smiled, it would somehow mean I was okay with my daughter’s death. For a long time I literally thought I had to be miserable for the rest of my life because of how much I missed her.

Yet, for the sake of my other children, I forced myself to smile again. At first, the smiles weren’t authentic. But eventually the fake smiles led the way to real smiles. Further down the road, the permission to smile led to feeling happiness and even joy once again. Happiness and joy lead to hope and optimism.

That is my ultimate wish for you – happiness, joy, hope, and optimism. You will likely have to re-learn how to invite them into your life. Yet your ultimate motivation and guide will likely be the deep, enduring love you feel for the loved one you lost. And I know there is no end to the depth of that love.

Fun with Coloring

Fun with Coloring

Even from a young age, Margareta could keep herself occupied for long periods of time. Whether playing with toys or using her imagination, she would often just sit intently and concentrate on whatever it was she was doing. I appreciated this time, as it allowed me to get things done, whether it be working from home for my job or doing chores. I remember one particular time when she was 1-1/2 years old that had a funny result.

Margareta was sitting in the living room/dining room combo and occupying herself with a toy, sitting on a chest that had the kids’ art supplies in it. I was busy doing chores nearby. The chest is on the other side of a half wall separating the kitchen and dining room, so I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but was close enough to keep an eye and ear on her. After a little while of silence, I checked in on her and found the following:

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What impressed me the most was how detailed she had been…even getting the bottom of her feet:

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Miss you sweet girl!

Submitted by Maria Kubitz in loving memory of her daughter, Margareta Kubitz.

Real Sleeping v. Fake Sleeping

Real Sleeping v. Fake Sleeping

MadSickIn 2010, I had crazy mornings. Getting four kids out of the house by 7:20. But we did it. I’d wake everyone up for a quick bowl of cereal in front of “Full House.” Maddie always asked for “Ciminin toast crunch, no milk” At two and half she had figured that if she skipped the milk part of the cereal, she would be the first to eat. Smart little bugger!

Anyway, once in the car we would drop Anthony and Shannon off at their school. Wait in the car until they were crossed by the crossing guard and then make the u-turn to get the 4 year old Julia off to preschool. Julia had quite the case of separation anxiety and every morning at about this point she would begin crying. Madison and I would do our best to comfort her as I inevitably had to carry her into the school building. All parents know the routine, no lingering, give the child to her teacher and walk away quickly, but Julia would always ask if Madison could stay…”Next year Julia.” Madison would inform her big sister as we were flying out the door.

Maddie was last to be dropped off at the babysitters. Alone in car she would ask me to put on Cornfllake girl (Fornflake girl) by tori amos. And then she would sign along real loud until 2 blocks before the sitters house. At this point she would got completely quiet and put her head on her shoulder. I would turn down the music and get out of the car real quietly and open the back down. While unstrapping her car seat I would ask “are you real sleeping or fake sleeping?” Madison would answer quietly “I’m real sleeping.” I would carry her in my arms like a new born into the house were I would inform the sitter, “Shh, Madison is real sleeping,” as I placed her on the couch. I would whisper my goodbyes as we all played along with game, and finally head off to work.

Submitted by Jill Ritts in loving memory of her daughter, Madison Ritts.

Ellie’s Last Sticky Note

Ellie’s Last Sticky Note

Six-year-old Ellie was always watching people. One day, she noticed that I was leaving encouraging sticky notes around the house for Mommy. She informed me “Daddy, where is my note?” She was irresistible! I began to write her notes and leave them where she would find them. I always wrote her one because it made her so happy (even if Mommy didn’t get one sometimes).

Ellie learned and wanted to give back. She began to write notes and cards to everyone. She took it to a whole new level! Her nice words are on all the neighbors’ refrigerators and were delivered to her swim team coaches. She always had time to write a nice note.

One day last year, I came home for lunch. Just before I left, I was walking out of the garage to my car and I saw Ellie run across the driveway as fast as she could. She darted around the back of the house. I walked up to the car and saw her last sticky note to me. It touched my heart and I put it over the tachometer, and that is where it was for the last few days I had with her.

Ellie was killed in a tragic accident. What a wonderful memory for me. I love you too, princess, you are the best daughter ever!

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Submitted by Todd Nigro in loving memory of his daughter, Ellie Ruth Nigro. This was originally published on www.ElliesWay.org/blog.

Her Favorite Things

Her Favorite Things

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens…”

My daughter, Margareta, never got to sing this song from the Sound of Music, but my guess is that she would have loved both the song and the movie. She died before she was old enough to see it. I was recently asked what things she liked while she was alive. So, with the catchy tune playing in my head, here are a few of Margareta’s “favorite things”. I’m quite certain this doesn’t nearly capture them all, and they are in no particular order.

Her Thumb
Margareta is in the midst of a long line of thumb-suckers. I have an ultrasound of her sucking her thumb in the womb. As soon as she got any sort of control over her hands, she started sucking her left thumb. No one was going to be able to get her to stop until she wanted to. No one.

Stuffed Animals
Just like all of my children, when Margareta was brought home from the hospital, her crib was lined with stuffed animals. Unlike any of my other children, Margareta was the only one who actually loved stuffed animals. She played with all of them, and had a knack for finding them in other people’s houses – especially households that didn’t have little kids in them. When she found them, she would gather all of them in one big pile, as if to have a stuffed animal conference.

Books
Margareta loved books to the point where she would sit and “read” them by herself in her room even though she didn’t know how to read. I read her three books at bedtime, and other times throughout the day. Books were so important to her that they could be used as motivation for getting her to do something she didn’t want to do. All I’d have to say is “No bedtime books if you don’t…” and she would immediately give in. She loved books so much I had to keep adding bookshelves in her room to hold her growing collection. She would sit patiently and listen to books that were written for children much older than her. After she died, her Aunt Cindy – who with her friends had built a school library for a Mayan community in Mexico –  named it in honor of Margareta. It is called Biblioteca del Sol (Sol is her middle name). We think it is a wonderful way to honor her.

Chocolate
Actually, anything sweet would do, but chocolate was her favorite. Having two parents with major sweet tooths, she inherited that gene in full force. I’ve already written about her affinity for ice cream. We would use chocolate to bribe her on occasion. We used it in potty training and for getting her to stop crying when being dropped off at her new preschool. When she ate trail mix, I had to institute the rule of five raisins and nuts for every one M&M. On her third birthday, I made chocolate leaves on her cake which left such an impression on her that she asked for them for her fourth birthday cake.

Stealing George
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George is a black gorilla. He belonged to her big brother Michael, who snuggled with George every night at bed time. Margareta took great delight in stealing George and hiding him from Michael. Michael was not very amused, but then again, isn’t annoying big brothers what little sisters do best?

Dress Up
Margareta LOVED playing dress up. We had a huge collection of costumes, but any clothes would do. Whether it be unusual combinations of her own clothes, dressing up in her brother Michael’s pajamas and soccer socks, or her latest favorite costume…Margareta would change clothes as often as she could. I think of it like a singer changing clothes between songs during a concert. The only problem was any clothes she took off would be left in a pile on her floor, which meant her room was constantly messy.

Puzzles
From an early age, Margareta became a master puzzle solver. She quickly became bored of the baby/toddler puzzles where you fit pieces into corresponding shapes, so I introduced basic jigsaw puzzles. To my amazement, I had to keep getting her harder and harder puzzles to do because she would figure out how to put them together so quickly. Her favorite puzzle was of an underwater scene with fish, octopus, jellyfish, lobster, etc. It was one of those large floor puzzles that was bigger than her.

Animals
Margareta loved animals with a passion. One of her favorite books was an Amazon animal alphabet book. She delighted in going to the zoo, and aside from spiders, she never seemed shy about approaching or petting animals no matter what kind. She would quietly watch the deer who came near our house for afternoon snacks or a drink of water in our pond. Margareta began naming the deer; usually nonsensical names that were hard for me to repeat, but I remember clearly one deer who had lost a hoof was endearingly named “Rock Star”. She also had a soft spot for dogs. No matter how big, she would want to pet them and talk to them. I remember our friend Jimmy telling a story at her memorial service that his son was amazed that she was brave enough to try to hug their dog, who was taller than she was. When asked, “Why isn’t she scared of him?”, Jimmy answered, “Her love for him is stronger than any fear she might feel”. I couldn’t have said it any better.

There are many more favorite things, but that will have to wait for “Her Favorite Things: Part 2”.

What are some of your loved one’s favorites? I’d love to hear.

Submitted by Maria Kubitz, in loving memory of her daughter, Margareta Kubitz.