Tag: loss

All There Is

Dear Ravi,

Our good friend Roberta came over last night with the candle she lit for you in Durham Cathedral, while on her trip to England and Scotland. Apparently, you have been quite the traveler! She lit the candle for you in Durham and said prayers for you. When the candle had burned down, she scooped it up and put it in her coat pocket. You went on wonderful walks all over England and Scotland. You had the best tour guide ever! It probably is a lot cooler there than when you were hanging out with Alissa in Hawaii, but you had a nice warm pocket to ride around in.

After Robert left, I got out your cardinal candle holder that Laurie gave me. I put your candle and a fresh one inside and lit the flame. For a while, I just held space for you. Later, I began listing to an Anderson Cooper podcast called All There Is that had been recommended to me. I generally do not like podcasts as I prefer to get my information via reading plain text. This, however, was different. Anderson Cooper is easy to listen to. He interviews various people on grief as he tries to figure out his own losses and his place in the world. Two of the people he interviewed were President Joe Biden and Stephen Colbert. I was very eager to hear their particular takes on grief. Grief is savage and feral but cannot be denied. Colbert sees it as a tiger. He did not want a tiger, but the tiger chose him. Grief/Tigers can do extraordinary amounts of damage, but “Damn it, it’s my tiger.” Grief cannot be stuffed away, but must be lived with, shared, talked about and walked beside. I will definitely listen to this podcast again, and other ones in the series. It is my way of making space for both you and for my grief of you. Eventually, the candle burned down, and I was just left with my memories. I remember the good times and the hard times. I remember how incredibly brave and strong you were. I remember the day you flew free. If I could go back in time with you, I would choose the year you were 19. Your seizures were under control. Cancer was nowhere on our radar. You had Sam and you were learning to truly communicate. Even though parts of that time were during Covid, you were surrounded by family and friends that loved you and wanted only the best for you. I hold onto that particular time frame in my mind. You were so alive, well, thriving. I felt that there was nothing that you could not do. You voted in a democratic president and we both whooped for joy when he won. All was good.

This Sunday is All Saints Day. We will have a requiem service at church that afternoon. Beautiful music will be played and memories shared. The pictures of all the saints who have passed on from St Clement’s will be hung on the walls. It may seem odd to be looking forward to such a somber service, but I truly am eagerly anticipating you. Ravi, you were so loved, and your memory lives on strong. As long as I draw breath, you will live in my heart forever. I rejoice in the thought of you tramping all over Scotland with Roberta. You always were peripatetic, not one to stay home. I sense you most when I am outside, when the sun dapples through the trees, when I certain chords on the church organ that reverberate through me. Fly free my son. Fly free and experience joy. I am cheering you on, for every and always.

Love,
Mom

From a Boulder to a Crater

Good afternoon, friends, and happy Pride! We are bumping along over here at #TeamRavi. We miss him deeply. Early on in our grief journey a friend of Robert’s gave him the analogy that deep grief is like a boulder that lands in the middle of one’s living room. Everyone knows that it is there and tries to tiptoe around it. Sometimes though, one is short of patience, or calories, or endurance and runs right into it. Bam! And it hurts. Robert suggested this analogy to his therapist last week. Instead of a boulder, she suggested a crater. There is this massive hole that appeared in the middle of the living room. On good days, one can see the hole and navigate around it. On not so good days, one walks straight into it and rapidly descends into a grief spiral. This analogy suits us better. There are some days that we can tiptoe around the crater. Robert will go soaring or juggling. I will run my dogs or go for a walk with friends. I distract myself with writing and advocacy work. Other days, when I can barely pry myself out of bed, I walk out of our bedroom and descend into the abyss. Sometimes, I don’t come out for many days. I don’t reach out to friends, I stop eating, I just plain old don’t see the point of doing anything anymore. This is the crater in the living room. Fortunately, Robert and I do not usually fall into the crater at the same time. Also, we are blessed with a wonderful group of friends and our church.

Today, my writing prompt was “Who would you like to spend the most time with?” The answer is obvious. I want to spend time with my offspring. I want to talk to them, hug them, laugh with them. But one is gone to heaven and the other has struck out on their own. This is a more unambiguous grief. Mercury is still alive, I hope, but we have not seen her in over 2 years. They too, are deeply missed.

Several nights ago, I was at a sign making gathering at St. Clement’s. We were making signs for peace, for pride, for protests, or anything we felt strongly about. There was a group of young girls there who brought me sheer joy just through their energy. They were engaged in sign making, pausing for snacks and random dance offs, and laughing hysterically, just enjoying being with their friends in a safe place. No adult was telling them to sit down, be quiet, to not be so much, to not call attention to them themselves. There was not an iPhone or iPad in sight. It was so refreshing to be around that young energy. It gave me a ray of hope for the upcoming generation of young women. I had forgotten how much I loved being surrounded by pre-teens and their utter exuberance in life. I made my signs and went home smiling.

Next weekend I am marching in the No Kings protest on Saturday, and volunteering at our church booth at Pride on Sunday. These are the things that get me out of bed in the morning when I really don’t want to emerge from my safe cocoon of blankets. Once I get out of the house, I am usually safe from the crater.

Ravi has a birthday on June 18. Mercury has a birthday on June 25. I really do not know how I am going to navigate these two days, but I will definitely be navigating them with Robert, outside of the house. For Ravi, we will go visit him in the chapel/columbarium. Then we might go for a long walk, or to the zoo or the conservatory. On the 25th, I will do what I do every day, which is to release my love for Mercury into the universe and hope that it somehow finds her. I remind myself that I am still a mom. I gave birth to two amazing children. They may not be in my arms, but they are never away from my heart.

Until the very end, Ravi was a doer. He was not passive. We will not be passive, either. I encourage you to involve yourselves with something greater than you. Go to a rally. Hug your kids. Help a random stranger. Be a good human. Peace, Harriet.

Off The Rails

Social media is a funny thing. Mostly, I use it to look for a send silly cat and dog pictures to my friends. It allows me to stay in touch with people I otherwise would not hear from. Sometimes, however, social media gets a bit nosy and a bit creepy. Follow along.

I wrote extensively about Ravi in the last two years of his life. #TeamRavi gained momentum and followers. Our friends were our link to the outside world, cheering us on while we were confined to one hospital room after another. During this time, social media decided to that I needed to see lots of entries on cancer. This was the good, the bad, the ugly, and the flat out absurd. I met some extraordinary people, and I got a lot of spam. I never did find any good information on osteosarcoma, but I did get ads for lots of clinics in Mexico that did not take insurance but claimed that they could cure cancer with sound waves directed into the bone and a diet of coconut. For obvious reasons, I hit delete and kept on moving. After about a year of this, social media decided that my kid’s time must be up and started sending me articles on hospice care. At that time, this was the farthest thing from our minds. Once again, I hit delete and kept on scrolling. After Ravi passed, I was besieged with articles and links on grief and child loss. Some of this was useful, most of it was maudlin and not worth my time.

Last night, things got truly weird and went off the rails. Not one, but two links popped up under grief, but this was no ordinary grief post. This was a “cutting edge seminar” on grief counseling that would let a mourner get in touch with their loved one’s ghost! To quote a dear friend of mine, “I shit you not”. First of all, the idea of ghosts has been around forever. Since when do they need cutting edge technology to communicate with the living world? Why do I need cutting edge technology to talk to a ghost? Can’t I just say “Hi” and they say “Boo!” and we are done? My priest, Joy, says ghosts are bad theology. Maybe so, but I have seen enough weird things in my life not to truly discount the existence of ghosts, or something other worldly. Anyway, I let out a snort, hit delete, and kept on scrolling, as one does.

So, there you go. Social media is weird. It tries to be predictive, and often greatly misses the mark. Yes, eventually we did need help with hospice, loss, and grief, but we did not need social media leading the charge. I don’t need a seminar on grief and ghosts to talk to Ravi. I talk to Ravi all the time and I firmly believe that he hears me. I see him in the sunrise, in monarch butterflies, and in cardinals. In ways, he is tangibly present to me. This does not mean that I don’t grieve him deeply, but I know that his spirit is alive, happy, and free of pain in a plane of existence which I cannot even fathom.

I will wrap this up by saying that social media is not the real world, or even a shadow of the real world. It is just a mishmash of pictures and words. No one’s real life is what they portray on the internet. It is “just sound and fury signifying nothing.” We can “strut and fret” all we like, but in the end, it is the work that we do in the real world, the outside, tangible world, that makes a difference. So, this is my plea to you. Log off and go outside. Touch the grass. Take a walk. Look for cardinals and monarch butterflies. Breathe deeply. Be good humans and we will be in touch. Peace, Harriet, Ravi’s mom.