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Please join me on a journey from grief to surrender, from fear to empowerment, from uncertainty to.... uncertainty. 
"When you become comfortable with uncertainty, infinite possibilities open up in your life."  ​
~Eckhart Tolle

The Gift of His Life

12/22/2022

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​On this day in 1975, a few minutes past 11 a.m. in Pittsburgh, PA, George Schnakenberg III was born. This singular event, along with his departure exactly 38 years and 7 months later, would alter the lives of many in beautiful, profound, and heartbreaking ways.

He would have been 47 years old today. Because 4+7=11, and 11x2=22, and today’s date is 12/22/22 (we all know how much George loved the numbers 11 + 22), it feels like an especially special birthday. But this year, I am not making a cake. Nova is making a cake. Nova, our girl who has somehow grown into a human who can research recipes and create shopping lists and follow step by step instructions is making her dad a decadent chocolate layer cake with pretzels, chocolate ganache, and peanut butter frosting - from scratch. All I get to do is grease the pans.
Time is an amazing thing.

As I look back on our year, I am flooded with gratitude, and I am flooded with loss. So many have left us this year. Every time I hear of another soul departed, the familiar weight of grief rushes to greet me. I remember those early days all too well. I wish there were words, a shortcut, a magic wand. A balm for the injustice.

I am still learning about this thing called grief. While it may be universal, it is also deeply personal, and no two experiences will ever be the same. My grief for George is very different from my grief for my mom, and my grief for each of them over time takes on varying textures, colors, forms. I can’t say that it gets easier, because sometimes I feel that it gets more complex. The layers of who I am becoming in relationship to what they have become for me continue to morph and stretch me in ways I’m not always comfortable with. Their departure is a paradox, for they have not left me at all. We are constantly integrating. We are more connected than ever.

There is one known fact, and I have held onto this since the moment I kissed his body goodbye. The insurmountable grief, the injustice, the anger, the exhaustion - these pale in comparison to the immeasurable blessings he has bestowed on my life. The simple gift of his life, and the lives of those lost, is enough to hold me through the darkest days.

Happy Solstice + Happy 47th Birthday, George. We love you with everything. 
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He was my knight in shining armor.

10/26/2021

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He was my knight in shining armor.  

When I saw him standing there, holding his bicycle, among a sea of other strangers just beyond the grassy knoll, I knew.  He was the man I was waiting for.  He was the man who was going to save me.

I never would have admitted that I needed (or wanted) saving.  I was 3 years widowed, and I was just fine.  I had lost a husband, raised a toddler on my own through infancy, purchased my first home, and moved from California to Colorado to start again.  I was doing well, making a life for us, and playing strong, on the outside.  

On the inside, I was lonely.  I wanted companionship.  I wanted to feel like a woman again.  To be kissed, admired, held, loved.  I wanted to not be alone.  I wanted the dream of a family that hadn’t been fulfilled, and I wanted to feel that I deserved it.  I wanted a different life.

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The fight.

4/8/2021

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I took my mom to the hospital this morning.  

It’s a familiar drive, one we’ve become accustomed to over the past year.  We talk about the family, my dad, her doctor.  We talk about how far she’s come, and how acupuncture has been pivotal in supporting her through the intensity of modern medicine.  We talk about me opening a practice again someday.  She says I can make a difference.

I do not ask her if she is scared.  It is not a question worth answering.

Since the diagnosis last year -- Stage 4 Undifferentiated Pleomorphic Sarcoma -- her 77 year old body has endured two major surgeries, six weeks of radiation, six rounds of chemotherapy, experimental immunotherapy, multiple biopsies, and countless blood draws, CT scans, and MRIs.  Today is what we hope will be the third and final surgery to remove a large mass in her right thigh, a mass that materialized five months ago out of nothingness, ghost cells that played silently on a seemingly clear MRI before building a spiral around her nerves and vessels.  We can be thankful, at least, that they decided to say hello.  To give her a chance to fight.

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Beautiful precious grief

7/22/2017

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Three years ago, I dreamed of this day.  I somehow knew, even in those first few days, that things would be okay.  But I didn’t want to live through the beginning.  It felt like purgatory.

I was desperate to get to the other side.  To have permission to start over.  To fall in love.  To be happy.  To laugh unapologetically.  To bury the widow.  

But grief is not a mountain.  There is no summit, and there is no other side.  Grief cannot be conquered, or left behind.  Nor can the people that you loved.  There is no starting over, because you are forever changed.  You cannot go back to the person you were.  And the person you become through grief is an ever-evolving wonder.

It’s challenging for us to accept that there are races we cannot finish.  Our minds want to untangle the past from the present, the sadness from the hope, the gratitude from the regret.  We want to move past that which did not fulfill our dreams and expectations, or find resolution in death as the inevitable ending that we must embrace.  Moving on is the mantra.

But as the years change, and we along with them, so too does our relationship to the grief, and to our loved one cemented in time.  Moving on deems impossible, for we take all of it with us.  Every day, every year, a new experience of the past; a new understanding of the present.  

Three years ago, I dreamed of this day.  And if you’d told me there was no other side, I’d have been crushed.  But maybe you could have told me this, too:  You are on the other side.  Because the minute George crossed over, so did I.  There the journey began, and so it continues, evolving and informing my life with infinite teachings.

The last three years have not been easy, but they have been important.  Like the butterfly’s struggle to emerge from the cocoon (without the struggle, it cannot survive) -- grief sits at the cornerstone of my human experience, challenging me to become a better version of who I thought I wanted to be. 

With love and peace in my heart, I step into this new year.  A new season of evolution and wonder, with my beautiful and precious grief.

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I’m tossing my book -- and why that’s a good thing.

9/30/2016

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A few weeks ago, I thought I had finished the first draft of my memoir, and I was elated.  

For about five minutes.

That elation quickly turned to pride, turned to fear, turned to doubt, turned to shame.  As I began to review the draft, starting from the beginning, the negative personal commentary began its long and relentless rant.  ​​

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