Just a Spoonful of Sugar

Note: This blog is portions of a blog I wrote in 2014. It’s interesting to look back at my thoughts on grief and pain. My beliefs haven’t changed! But I sure do miss having Amy here to share the journey with.

I have a soft spot for girly movies. OK, you’re right, I am a girl! And while I also do love a movie that makes me laugh out loud, every once in a while I like to snuggle up with some tissues and a good tear-jerker!

Surprisingly, Saving Mr. Banks, Disney’s movie about the production of the movie Mary Poppins, turned out to be one of these tear-jerker’s for me. My motivation to watch the movie was my interest in learning more about Walt Disney himself, and I wasn’t expecting to become emotionally involved.

P.L. Travers is the author of Mary Poppins. As Walt Disney attempts to gain the movie rights to the book, you learn of the heart-wrenching loss and trauma Travers experienced as a child. Her father is a fun-loving alcoholic who has a hard time dealing with the real world, and eventually, he dies. This sends Travers’ mother, who already suffered from depression, into a suicidal state. Along the way, Travers’ saves her mother from a suicide attempt.

These experiences resonated with me personally. As a child I experienced the fall-out of my parents’ relationship, resulting in separation and divorce. Then my mom died of pancreatic cancer when I was 13. The similar portrayal of a parent suffering and the experience for the child brought back so many memories.

As an adult, I often reflect back on the grief and pain, and how its impact on my life has changed over the years. I find great comfort in my only sibling, my sister, as my companion in grief. Even though we are only 3 years apart in age, our memories and experiences are so different! I also feel a strong bond with other women who lost their moms at a young age. The loss of a loved one results in a myriad of other emotions tied to the loss – regret, guilt, anger, fear, sadness. They create a sense of loneliness that can only be shared and understood by others who have experienced the same pain.

How your family chooses to grieve loss depends on individual personalities and your family’s culture. Being open, honest, and vulnerable about your feelings can help alleviate the loneliness experienced during these times. Being with others who have experienced the same kind of feelings can also help. They can provide a safe environment for sharing, learning, and growing.

As Mary Poppins says, “A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down”, but you may need more than that. Please send me an email if there is a way I can be your grief advocate, offering support on your grief journey. You are not alone!

All My Love

In January of 2020, as my sister’s battle with cancer was near the end, love was the family theme. We showed love, we spoke love, we shared love.  When life is coming to an end, love is all you need. We used a closing from a letter written by Amy as the tag on the bags of kisses at her celebration of life: “With all my love, Aims”. My niece also had a necklace made for me out of my sister’s handwriting that says All My Love. Amy left us with love, and now, we still have love for her, and nowhere to go with it. 

In August, my husband and I took our daughter back to South Carolina for her second year of college. Since we were going to have to quarantine upon return, we figured we’d stay a couple of extra days and went to Myrtle Beach to visit friends from high school. While I was there, I realized how much I miss that feeling of someone really just caring about me, for me. I had several families that provided a lot of care for me at a time when my parents weren’t physically around. Since I’m now a mom, my perspective has changed, and going back to places of comfort from when I was a teenager gives me an even greater appreciation for the people who have given me unconditional love over the years. People who didn’t have to, but still did.

In September, I was sitting outside, and I looked over to my left. And there was a perfectly little shaped heart leaf, on a plant in a basket that I have. It dawned on me that all of us want to give and receive all of our love. Not just love of one part of our life, but the love from our physical life, the love from our emotional being, the love from our spiritual being, and from our own mental health. We can’t pick and choose which part of love to share. We need to share and receive all our love.

With the loss of my sister, and since my parents have already passed, it made me realize that I’m the keeper of my love. I have a lot of love to give. I realized that there are holes in the ways that I used to receive love. Holes from persons who gave me love that are no longer here. Holes that I’ll have to allow to be open to receiving from other areas of love. If I allow those areas to stay open but unfilled, it will affect my ability to be able to receive love from others. To be able to feel to be able to feel fulfilled, accepted, heard and seen. 

Let’s work together to figure out how we can give “all my love” because I believe when you open yourself up to giving all your love, you’ll receive more love as well.

Left Behind

The problem with opening your heart is that you are then also open to hurt.

When we were little, our family was the typical family. Dad, Mom and 2 kids -sisters.

We played, ate, slept, worked – all normal activities.

We moved from New York to Maine when I was 2, and then to Illinois when I was 7. That was hard, but at 7, you adapt.

Then, dad left the next year. Where are you going? Florida? WITHOUT US?

The family unit was broken. Mom and Amy were mad at Dad. There were rumors. But I was 8. He was my dad. I loved him.

Our relationships changed. Mom confided in Amy too much. Amy was her daughter, not her friend. And it made Amy’s relationship with Dad strange. All he wanted to do was talk to her, but she was keeping him at a distance.

After 4 years, another break. Amy and I decided to go live with Dad in Key West. Who wouldn’t? We tried to change our minds at the last minute. Panic and fear set in. No luck, as plans were already made and school registrations were complete. Another move. I would start 7th grade in Key West.

In March, Mom was sick. To see what was going on they performed exploratory surgery. Pancreatic cancer. 6 months to live.

Mom died in June. A big, big break in the family. I was 13. Amy was 16. We were devastated.

Dad remarried and life went on.

In 2010, married and with 2 children, Amy was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. Cancer? Again? Are you kidding me? Turns out, as a secondary cancer, pancreatic cancer is a hereditary cancer. Amy tests positive for the BRCA-2 gene. I do not have it.

In July of 2018, Dad died unexpectedly. They’d been out the day before, and Becky found him in the bathroom in the morning.

Now, it’s just Amy and I. Strange to technically be an orphan at 48.

Amy’s cancer spread aggressively. 2 brain surgeries, CyberKnife on her spine, chemo, lung extractions. After 2 weeks in ICU, she was sent home on hospice in December, 2019. We had an amazing Christmas together. I was with Amy when she took her last breath in the early morning of January 20, 2020.

Now, I’m alone. I’m broken. Love to give and nowhere to go. Why do I keep getting left behind?