Tag Archives: Loss

My Bleeding Heart

 

I dreamt of you last night

the images, bittersweet

Now in waking

all feels empty

knowing that you’re gone

your goodbye echoing in my mind

My heart aches

still longing for you

holding on against all hope

it dangles there

dripping with love

My heart will never fully say goodbye to you

my love, my soul’s mate

Throughout the strands of time

my heart will continue on

carrying you with it

even as it bleeds

it’s beautiful

for having loved you

 

© Julie Rehnelt 2017

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✿~Peace & Love~✿

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Remembering My Papa

It’s Father’s Day this Sunday and I’ve got my Papa on my mind.

The 26th of this month will mark the 2 year anniversary of losing him, and although I don’t want focus on his death, it’s hard not to think about it when the date rolls around, and that last Father’s Day we had him with us is really etched in my memory because he passed away the following Sunday.

He was in hospice care here at home, and we had recently needed to bring him downstairs (out of his bedroom) to be in a hospital type bed so that we could better tend to his needs as his health was declining.   He was having more and more times of being pretty much out of it because of the increasing doses of morphine he was on to help ease his pain, so it was far from Father’s Day as usual.

It hadn’t been planned, but a nurse came by that day to give him a sponge bath.  Although he had his eyes closed the majority of the time, I could tell he was enjoying it, especially while she was washing his hair.  It always feels good to be clean and freshen up a bit no matter what condition we’re in, doesn’t it?  God bless hospice workers…

My sis had taught my daughter how to operate my Dad’s lawn mower, so she mowed the lawn for her Grandpa for Father’s Day.  And even though he couldn’t say so, I know he appreciated it.  She mowed the lawn here just yesterday and it really brought back those memories.

Living here now with my mom there are regular reminders of my Dad all the time, and we take those moments as they come.  Sometimes it’s completely out of the blue that we’ll find ourselves sobbing at something random and missing him, and sometimes it’s more intentional.  Like I intentionally brought in some Lily of the Valley from the yard when they were blooming earlier this spring and placed them near his urn.  They were in bloom right around the time that he went into hospice and I would come by every day and bring some in to him.  I remember him holding them up to his nose and inhaling their lovely scent and the look on his face.  You know, sometimes there’s not much you can do for people when they’re suffering, and everything seems so empty and useless, but I do think that smelling those Lily of the Valley brought some joy to my Dad even in his difficult situation, and I’m glad I was able to do even just that small gesture for him.  ♥

I never took the opportunity to have a serious talk with him about life and death and such things while he was dying, and I regret that a bit now, but I wanted to be a joy to him at the time and not make him have to talk about the heavy stuff.  Although, I did tell him he needn’t worry about my mom because I would see to it that she was taken care of.  To which he scoffed and said “you don’t have a pot to piss in, how are you going to take care of mom?”  I had just recently lost everything; my marriage, my house, my job, the majority of my belongings, and it was true I didn’t have a “pot to piss in” (hah, my dad and his expressions), but I meant I’d take care of her in more than just a financial way.  And I believe I have done that.  Told you I would, Pops.  😉

I don’t know where my Dad is now, but I like to think that he’s somehow aware of everything I’m doing here and that it pleases him in some way.  My Dad wasn’t a perfect man or Father, far from it, but he was mine, and I wouldn’t have wanted any other.

I miss him so much.

This Father’s Day I have plans to get his stereo system all set up.  When my daughter and I moved in, my Dad’s stereo got moved to another spot in the living room and I haven’t yet gotten to the task of hooking it all back up again.  It’s farther away from the speakers than it was before so I may have to run out and get some speaker wire, but hopefully I can get it all hooked up by Sunday.

My thought in doing this is to have the stereo on all day continuously playing some of my Dad’s favorite music.  I think that’s a wonderful way to honor him and keep the day alive with his spirit for Father’s Day.

The music of Henry Mancini reminds me of him the most, and this song in particular…

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♥♥♥

Full Moon

Will I ever again look upon a full moon and feel completely happy?

For when it last shone from the sky, was when he said goodbye to me.

Did he notice the moon was full tonight and did he think of me,

or am I gone now from his thoughts, a forsaken memory?

© Julie Rehnelt 2013

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Hold My Heart

“One tear in the driving rain,
One voice in a sea of pain
Could the Maker of the stars
Hear the sound of my breakin’ heart?
One life, that’s all I am
Right now I can barely stand
If You’re everything You say You are
Won’t You come close and hold my heart.”

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Lyrics from “Hold My Heart” by Tenth Avenue North

To listen:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=qEz2PsLJ-RI#!

Shadows and Light

I woke up the other morning with bright light pouring in through my bedroom windows.  After a night of restless sleep, I had slept in a bit late, so the morning sun had well risen in the sky and was shining brightly.

As I sat up in bed I noticed my shadow reflected upon the wall from the light coming in through the window.  I sat there for the longest time looking at it, thinking about how “shadowed” my heart feels right now.  And looking at my dark image there, I let the darkness seep inside of me too.  I let myself go to that dreadful place where there is no light, no hope, deep heartache, alone-ness.  I didn’t like it there.  And it’s not me, for in my truest heart I am a child of the Light.  Of Joy and of Hope.

That is why this is such a difficult place for me to be in.  I don’t belong here, in this sad place.  Except I can’t deny this is where I am right now, and I have to allow myself to feel.  I can’t pretend that I don’t hurt.

But… the thing about shadows is… they are only made possible because of the light, a shadow can’t exist without the light.  So if there is a shadow, there is most assuredly also light.

 

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A contrast of varied emotions fill my heart as I look at this photo of my shadowed reflection there upon the wall.  Feelings of sadness, heartache, and loss, but also of hope ~ for light is surely still shining upon me in this darkness to even be casting this shadow.  I have only to turn around to see it.  Instead of looking at my shadow, I will turn and face the toward the Light.

 

And just look at what beautiful, glorious light is on the other side.  This was the sky this morning…

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“No matter how deep the darkness, a light shines within.” – Kingdom Hearts

 

Winter Rain

Winter rains fall like the tears from my eyes

cold drops slap against the window glass

cruel and harsh

 slowly sliding down the surface

weeping

mirroring the lament of my broken heart.

© Julie Rehnelt 2013

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Shattered Dreams

Shattered dreams like broken glass

the fragments cut deep, raw emotion pours out

spilling angry tears, choking sobs, grief, confusion, regret,

making this heart feel fragile and want to close up tight.

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Profound sorrow like mourning a death

the loss of a love before it was given a chance to fully blossom

twas such a beautiful, meaningful connection, special, unique,

making this heart feel broken and become undone.

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With the prophecy left unfulfilled

all faith and hope in dreams is gone.

© Julie Rehnelt 2013

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