COVID-19 Related Grief/Thanksgiving

We've been living in a time of extreme uncertainty and loss, with varying degrees of COVID-related restrictions, pausing life as we know it.

More than a year and a half later, many of us are now fully vaccinated. Yet while some sense of balance has returned, a new variant always seems to loom on the horizon, spiking anxiety and fear, causing hope to diminish once again.

There is a common thread that's bound us together throughout COVID: it's called grief. We have all been touched by it in some capacity or another. Whether we realize it or not, we have all experienced collective grief due to losses. 

While losing a loved one is an irreplaceable, incomparable kind of loss, there have been intangible losses in the pandemic that may have also triggered grief, such as the loss of a job, the loss of a business, the loss of human touch, the loss of wedding plans, the loss of freedom, the loss of hope ... any loss that's valuable to you, needs to also be recognized and acknowledge and mourned in its own unique way.  

But perhaps you have felt (or others have made you feel) that your loss or losses seemed minor or insignificant compared to what others have endured, so you retreated your feelings, you soldiered on and downplayed them because you felt that they weren't grief-worthy, that they weren't valid.

When we sold our Ontario home (in July 2020) and moved to New Brunswick, it brought much change, and those who know me know that I don't adapt well to change. So there were days when my anxiety was heightened, days when I'd cry because I missed my family and friends, days when I just felt concerned about the future. And, let's face it, COVID wasn't a time to socialize and meet new people(and it still isn't).

Consequently, I held back from expressing myself because I felt selfish. I thought: What right do I have to complain when the world is reeling in so much pain and sorrow, when people are losing loved ones, Every. Single. Day. 

Yes, what I was feeling was minor compared to what others were experiencing, but my point is: it doesn't mean my feelings were invalid. 

Nor are your feelings invalid. 

The fact remains: It's been a challenging year and a half. We have all (including the children) been changed by this pandemic in some way or another. On any given day, it has gripped us with fear, anxiety, loneliness, depression, sadness... leaving many forever scarred and likely in mourning for years to come. 

Even though not foolproof, being vaccinated has undoubtedly given some of us a new sense of normalcy, but let's not take for granted what COVID has (and still is) taking from us and that grief is real and personal.

"Give thanks in all circumstances." The Apostle Paul's profound words have never been more crucial as we struggle through pandemic fatigue. So my question is, entering into the fourth wave, with our second Thanksgiving in upheaval, can we find it in our hearts to give thanks? Are we able to go around our table at Thanksgiving, even amid our difficult circumstances, even in the deep agonizing grief and anxiety and fear that we may be feeling, and find something to give thanks for? 

I am thankful to be in a family that supports one another through life's struggles. But as I reflect on the last year and a half, my heart floods with thankfulness for the community family of essential workers who have worked tirelessly to provide the best possible support and care for us. 

And also for the vaccine researchers who have worked long, grueling hours to give us another layer of protection. Because of your diligence, after two long years of being apart, Derick and I were able to safely spend time in Newfoundland visiting family this summer. 

Understandably, many feel despair in turbulent times like these, but we must keep hope alive.

Happy Thanksgiving. 

May God bless you and keep you safe. 

How Grief Almost Destroyed Our Marriage —Thirty-Four Years Later

Grief (like a thief in the night) unknowingly steals from us; it governs our lives in unexpected ways — especially in the death of loved ones. But whether it's a divorce, an illness, a job loss, a betrayal, injustice ... every loss we experience has some form of death attached to it.

August 25, 1987, is a day I will never forget. It's the day my mother suddenly died. It's the day life threw me a massive curveball, shattering my world into a million pieces as shock and numbness and disbelief engulfed my body.

In the aftermath of my mother's passing, it was as if time had stood still. I didn't shed the tears that grief required. I was too consumed with the what-ifs, the should-haves, the going back and forth between anger, blame, and guilt: angry because my mother had left me, guilty for not spending more time with her, and blame for not seeing the warning signs that she was ill.

The tension between Derick and me gradually began to crumble our five-year marriage. I'd put barriers around the world that once made sense, a world that left me shattered and confused. And as grief continued to sap my energy, solitude became my best friend. Yet, I somehow found the strength to get out of bed each day and care for our two children, then ages four years and five months.

It'd been over a year since my mother's death the night one of our BIG fights broke out — the straw that broke the camel's back in our marriage. "Joyce, If you don't seek help, I am leaving you. I can't handle your anger and mood swings anymore. You aren't the same person I married," my husband said through welled-up eyes. 

I was dumbstruck by Derick's words. I shouldn't have been. I mean, we'd stopped communicating. I didn't even consider that he, too, was grieving my mother's loss, compounded with the loss of our relationship. Nor did I realized how much grief was changing me. The only thing I knew was that I was in deep emotional pain, and when Derick couldn't soothe that pain (and believe me, he tried), I'd lash out at him for not caring, for not understanding. 

In short: Derick's words jarred me into seeking help to mourn my mother's loss that fateful night, and in turn, our marriage began to heal. But my understanding of grief and loss back then was only a "skim over" compared to the deep inner work I've done on grief and loss in the last ten years.

Grief is a personal journey. We all grieve differently because we all experience things differently. And while grief isn't linear or tied to a specific timeline, my experiences have taught me that, for our bodies to heal, grief does need to be heard; grief does need to be felt.

Having grown up in an era where crying was a sign of weakness, where culturally we were taught to be strong, to keep our emotions private, I was ill-equipped to allow grief in or even know how to process the pain of losing my mother because I was still trying to be that strong little girl of my youth.

Still today, there appears to be a gloominess associated with grief and loss in our culture, a clumsiness that causes us to turn away from our emotional pain, forcing us to squash it down as if it doesn't exist rather than embracing the discomfort of it. Until it becomes intolerable, that is. Until it begins to wreak havoc on our well-being and blocks our ability to fully embrace life. 

I am not saying that we ever have to be okay with the curveballs this life throws at us. Life is terrible and unfair sometimes. What I am saying is this: The transformation that comes from being present with our pain, from transforming our grief into growth, far outweighs the repercussions of remaining stuck in grief, of closing our heart off to it. 

Rest assured, if we do this, if we allow grief to have its way with us, we will find peace again, we find joy again, we find laughter again, and we will find a way to live away from our "old normal" and live into our "new normal," with our loved ones forever embedded in our heart. 

On April 10th, Derick and I celebrated our thirty-ninth anniversary! It seems inconceivable now that, thirty-four years ago, unresolved grief and emotional pain were the driving forces that almost wrecked our marriage because grief (like a thief in the night) unknowingly stole from me and governed my life in unexpected ways. I shudder to think what my life would have looked like had I not chosen to  heal.

Under The Umbrella of Dementia’s Grip

Whether death is sudden or lingering and expected, grief steals from us; it robs us of our joy and sends us down a turbulent river of emotions.

A dear friend was diagnosis with dementia a decade ago. At the onset of his prognosis, there was little change in character. But in the last five years, and especially in the last six months, his disease rapidly progressed, and sadly, he lost his battle last week.

Often when we hear the word dementia, we presume memory loss. But dementia is so much more than that. Memory loss does indeed create a profound anguish because memories are the foundation of who we are. But on the whole, dementia encompasses a vast range of loss and sorrow, filled with many outpouring of emotions, bringing grief and loss to the forefront of our daily lives.

Because I had witnessed my friend's dementia unfold, it made me more aware of how much grief and loss are combined and present for caregivers and family members dealing with this disease. Before seeing the disabling characteristics of dementia first-hand, I mostly considered the words grief and loss (when used in tandem) to be associated with death. But long before there is any closure with death, the people involved must move through the agony of the anticipated losses that gradually steal the personal bond they once shared with their loved one. And once death does finally come, it's usually accompanied by a mixture of sorrow and relief: sorrow because their loved one is no longer with them, and relief because suffering has ended.

Dementia, however, is not a one size fits all. It’s a unique set of experiences for the individual and their family.

In my friend's case, there were times when this disease caused his brain to misfire, leaving him lost and frustrated. But there were other times when moments of normalcy had crept back to the surface, bringing joy and laughter into our lives.  

It can be a long emotional journey watching the person we love slip away from us, the person that may now not even know us. So we must savor those moments of normalcy. Because even when they become a rarity, they are still a precious gift of hope for all who are fearful and struggling under the umbrella of dementia's grip.