Surviving the Holidays After Loss

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Surviving the Holidays After Loss

Surviving the Holidays After Loss


The Christmas holidays were always magical to me. I loved the hustle and bustle, the music, the festive home decorations, the planning and the secrets, what it means to me, and I loved the laughter in my chaotic family. We never had a lot, but somehow our tree was the tree that people stood and gaped at. It looked like we had a mountain of gifts piled high under the tree. Having five children will do that. From Halloween until 1 January, the house was the essence of family, love, faith, and hope. My house drew people in, but in one horrible act, the spirit of Christmas was crushed. How does one get through the holidays when life is hard or when the grip of loss is the most real?

Phil was due home on Christmas Eve. Christmas should have been a time of a happy reunion, family fun, and celebration. As I face my fourth Christmas without him, I am struggling to look at how I can recreate some magic. I donated every ornament and the tree because it was too painful to put up. I no longer have any remnants of the upcoming day, and yet there is a silent recognition that I need to figure this out so that I do not lose my children or my grandchildren during one of the happiest times of the year. How then do I do this?

First, I have learned to be gentle with myself. I know there are going to be moments that tug my heart. Airports are the absolute worst place for me. It is hard to get off of a plane and not have someone waiting for me when everyone else is rushing to someone. I don’t know if I will ever like the airport, but I acknowledge it and I remind myself that it is only a small sliver of my life. Church is another place that I simply cannot do this time of the year. Everyone sits with his or her families. I recognize that  I am not ready to sit through the music and the crush of families. I give myself permission to be absent. It does not mean that I lack faith or that I do not like church, it is the recognition of the need to be kind to myself.

A large part of that being gentle to myself is planning ahead. I have learned that if I schedule a marathon slightly before Christmas and I plan to meet my girlfriends in Disney World for a week of magical running races, it gives me something to look forward to through the holidays. The running quiets the raging soul. Those races keep me connected to what keeps me from darkness and it keeps me connected to the world. Disney races are not cheap, but I run in costume, ride roller coasters, and I am taking back the holiday one step at a time.

I also intentionally start counting my blessings. I look at what I do have versus what I do not have. Initially, it was difficult to find things to be thankful for, but I am seeing more and more good in my life, in people, and in the holiday. I have written down my blessings, but mostly I do it in the miles run. In this looking at what I do have versus what I do not have, I also choose to forgive those that have taken so much from me. People ask how I could forgive Phil’s assassin. Simply it is this—I cannot let him have real estate in my heart. If I harbor anger and resentment, then my life is limited. I rarely think about him any more and in the spirit of Christmas I reach out to others that have hurt me because in doing so I am freed.

On my hardest days, I donate my time and energy. I have done this from the first Thanksgiving (our anniversary) on. You see, when I am focused on other lonely people, I no longer see my own gaping need. When I am showing up and simply choosing to be a part of my bigger world, I am carried, too.

Christmas comes in the dead of winter. It is cold and the land is barren, and yet beneath the frozen tundra lies the tulip waiting to bloom. There is hope and in knowing that I have been able to continue walking forward. The tulip lies waiting to pop up in a blaze of glory when the time is right. I believe that Christmas is the anchor of that promise. Christmas brings people together. This togetherness and the connections bring healing and hope.   While this does not negate loss or trauma, it does provide new memories and a chance for the heart to be carried.

There may never be a Christmas that I get excited for. I may never decorate my house again, but I am crawling back to life. I embrace the spirit of hope that comes from my faith and from the life I have been given. Each year I make gains on what I can do. Christmas this year is going to be spent with my family. I know it will look different and be different, but those new memories will mesh with the old memories. In the eyes of my children and in what we create for the grandchildren, there is a way forward.

2016 The Year of Getting Off of My Couch

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2016 The Year of Getting Off of My Couch


For those of you that have followed my journey, you realize that I am closing in on being five years from the loss of the man that meant the world to me. I would gladly have given my life for his because I recognize that he was that bright and shining star that made the world a better place, but trading places was never an option. For those of you that have watched or read about my journey, you have seen my struggles and you have seen my growth. Some where in the past year, I began to recognize that it had been years since I was excited about anything and it had been years since I had fun in my life. I was surviving by keeping consumed with work, school, and running. The business gave me focus, but it did not allow for fun or joy to be a part of my life. 2016 is my year of getting off of the couch.


Getting off of the couch isn’t about exercise; it is about living life. School is finished. My initial reaction is to immediately continue on, but I want more than a life of sitting on my couch watching everybody else live life. I am afraid to put down the books and to start living because somehow it is easier to accept that I had a life and now I do not….and yet, my heart is fighting for more. I am fighting for more.


I am fighting by going after my dreams. I signed up for my 100th marathon at the Great Wall of China and a hiking expedition to Machu Picchu. To get to China, I am facing my fears of traveling somewhere new by myself. Because I know that I cower and shut down when I am afraid, I signed up with a tour agency. I am not letting fear stop me from living this year. Marathon 99? The Boston Marathon. The Boston Marathon is the singular place other than places affiliated with Phil’s death that terrifies me. I still have flash backs of that awful day when I ran for my life. I am staring down my fears to live.


It is about more than running. It is taking a good hard look at being vulnerable enough to let someone in. I think widows often tend to put too much validity into a relationship too fast or they do what I do—shut off before anyone gets too close. It is easier to shut off, but lonelier. I don’t know if there is a chapter two in my life, but I do believe it is possible. It will look different, feel different, be different, but it will be just as amazing. It is terrifying on many fronts because I still feel like that girl—that girl who is somehow broken or somehow set apart because of my story of loss. The hardest part is risking my heart and yet I am not running away or slamming doors. What will be, will be.


2016 is about living, loving, laughing, and participating.   Instead of hiding in the shadows, I am taking the tentative steps to cannonball into a life that is more than my focus and voice for military causes. Yes, those are a part of me and will always be a part of me, but the part that has been buried far beneath the frozen snowy field is starting to emerge. There is room for both—focus and fun. 2016, the year of getting off of the couch to live—Whose in?