Author: JoAnne

  • Counting Your Blessings Through Grief

    It may be difficult to find blessings or gratitude in your life right now as you grieve a loss and that’s ok.

    According to grief expert Dr. Alan Wolfelt, “even though you may not feel any blessings in your life right now, you are blessed and your life has purpose and meaning. It will take you some time to think and feel this for yourself.” As you go through your grief journey and the hurt that goes with you, Dr. Wolfelt suggests that you may want to consider things that make your life worth living too.

    Having Gratitude Can Be Good For Your Health

    The Greater Good Science Center at UC Berkley, suggests that “after 15 years of research, we know that gratitude is a key to psychological well-being. Gratitude can make people happier, improve their relationships, and potentially even counteract depression and suicidal thoughts. “

    “Gratitude…can be an incredibly powerful and invigorating experience,” says researcher Jeff Huffman. “There is growing evidence that being grateful may not only bring good feelings. It could lead to better health.”

    Gratitude Can Be Uplifting

    When sadness takes over, and it will – finding things to be grateful about can be challenging. But I know even during my sad days, I found that I was grateful for my cat who seemed to intuitively know I needed some snuggling.

    A neighbor would stop by just to see how I was doing and I did feel grateful and lucky for such a kind neighbor.

    When work was a struggle, I found people stepped in to help. Was I grateful? You bet, it made the job less stressful.

    So whether we actually recognize each of these acts with gratitude, I think the world has a way of showing us what we do have in our life.

    Benefits of a Gratitude Journal

    Whether you have a pretty journal or a spiral bound notebook, writing a quick line or two a day about what you are grateful for will improve your overall well-being.

    The Happier Human blog writes, “Gratitude makes us feel more gratitude. This is why a five-minute a week gratitude journal can make us so much happier. The actual gratitude produced during those five minutes is small, but the emotions of gratitude felt during those five-minutes are enough to trigger a grateful mood.

    While in a grateful mood, we will feel gratitude more frequently, when we do feel gratitude it will be more intense and held for longer, and we will feel gratitude for more things at the same time.

    In five words – gratitude triggers positive feedback loops.”

    Finding Gratitude Takes Time

    Often when we are grieving a loss we tend to focus on what we don’t have. We focus on the negative rather than the positive.

    Being grateful for what remains after you have experienced a loss can be a powerful way to deal with, and heal, that loss. Turning your attention on how your life was enriched because that person was in it, for example, rather than on the vacuum the loss created, might be one powerful and healthy approach to confronting grief.

    Finding one thing a day to give some gratitude toward is a step in your healing journey. Perhaps your first entry today can be that you are grateful to read an article on gratitude that inspired you to think differently.

  • Moving on After Death of Spouse

    Moving on After Death of Spouse

    Moving on after the death of a spouse presents a challenge for both men and women. We have lost our partner, confidant, lover, traveling and social companion.

    How we move forward or on with life often is dependent on our age, the length of time we were married and the support we have of family and friends. I recently met JoAnn Deveny, author of the new book “I am Widow, Hear Me Roar: Confessions of a Surviving Spouse.” Below are some of JoAnn’s practical tips on how to get back into a social life following the death of your spouse.

    Contributing author, JoAnn Deveny

    Soon after my husband’s death, some astute couples, who knew that I would miss the routine Saturday night dates, continued to invite me to dinner as a third wheel. After being seated, it only took a few minutes for all to realize that vacant fourth chair was blatantly empty, and our relationships would never be the same as a threesome.
    Nonetheless, our couple friends continued to invite me to their parties where the lack of one person wasn’t as noticeable. Soon I found that my usual manner had to be altered in these mixed-gender situations, and I learned it’s always good to come prepared.

    Here are some tips to help you get back into a social life following the death of a spouse;

    • If you feel more comfortable, car pool. However, this does not allow you a quick escape if you feel the need to leave. If you’d rather make a quick get-away, drive yourself.

    • If you drive yourself, don’t over-consume alcohol. It doesn’t allow for that quick escape thing and DUIs are not fun—believe me.

    • Better yet, invite a friend. Preferably, one who is comfortable in group situations. Plan ahead for a time limit that you both can agree on. Maybe have some fun with it and have a gesture or word which is code for “We’re out of here!”

    • When you’re conversing with married men/women, don’t be surprised if the wife/husband suddenly materializes at their side—placing an arm around their spouses waist or clasping his/her hand as if claiming property. You are single now, you have been placed in the “threat” category. Include her/him in on the discussion, and if he/she’s not there, inquire about him/her in your conversation.

    • If you feel comfortable, speak about your husband. That will relieve the tension for all, and possibly bring up conversation about him. You may be surprised, and you may not feel as alone.

    • Above all, think of each person as an individual, don’t think of them as one of a couple. Each person is as unique as you are, with or without a spouse.

    • Overall, if you’re newly bereaved—take it slowly. Be gentle with yourself and don’t take on too much responsibility. Stay away from cold germs and toxic people. Your body and your psyche are compromised.

    JoAnn Deveny
    JoAnn Deveny

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  • Grieving Child Loss

    Grief is like the ocean; It comes on like waves ebbing and flowing

    By Tracy Sheppard

    As I sit on my back deck on this warm and humid May day, the wind is blowing in a warm muggy breeze. The trees are dancing and swaying. The sturdy white oak tree is like a mother to the leaves. Most appear to be securely attached to her core. Then a big gust blows by, and one lonely leaf has blown away, never to be held by its mother again. I am grieving the loss of a child.

    I am like that tree. Sturdy and strong most of the time. Blessed to have the leaves that I so strongly have protected and nurtured. Overwhelmed with sadness and heartache over the leaf that wasn’t strong enough and blew away.
    There are no words to describe what it feels like to have a piece of your soul ripped away, but this grief feels like the ocean waves.

    “Grief is like the ocean; It comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.” – Vicki Harrison

    My sweet angel physically left our earthly world, 2 ½ years ago. There isn’t a minute of the day that passes that I don’t miss her. That longing, and emptiness is so strong, it can still bring me to my knees. A part of my soul was ripped away on that August day. I will never be the same person I was before that day. How could I be?

    This journey called grief

    For me, this grief journey has been one of anger, heartache, sadness, uncertainty, unfairness, faith, friendship, and love just to name a few.
    While at the beach, watching the sunrise, and listening to the waves crashing in, I felt a sense of peace come over me. I wrote my daughter’s name in the sand. Within seconds, the tide came in and washed it away. Like life, one day you are here in the physical world, and within an instant you are carried away from it.
    The sun rising over the ocean, in a sense for me, was more than just an orb rising over the water. It is a new beginning. A new day. A day to be thankful. A day to make my daughter proud. A day to relish in. Knowing that the tide could come in any second and erase another name away.
    I miss my daughter, every second of everyday. When I wrote her name in the sand, I wanted her there with me. To hold her hand. To see her smile and laugh, as she saw the pelican walking the beach. Hearing her giggle when watching the seagulls swooping down to grab a scrap of food that was left behind. To see the joy in her eyes, at the sheer beauty of the ocean. That part of my soul is always missing.

    Forever, there will be a hole in my heart

    Only I have the power to let that hole in my heart continue to gape or keep my promise to her that we will not live a life of complete sorrow. Some days that promise is kept. Some days the grief is so strong, that the hole gapes wide open. It’s ok! I don’t beat myself up over my feelings. They are mine. I own them. No one else does.

    Societies expectations of grief

    Societies expectations of what they think grief is, doesn’t weigh on my shoulders like it did in the beginning. Many days the waves are calm and peaceful. On the days the waves are stormy and strong, I allow the waves to take me. It’s ok to not be able to swim all the time. Sometimes, I have to almost drown, in order to realize how strong, I am. I can succumb to the storm, and fight the waves, and know that I won’t drown. I see her holding her hand out to me. She says “Mommy you are strong, I know you feel weak right now, but take my hand, just like I always took yours. I am your strength now.” She wants me to be happy. She wants me to live life. No matter how hard that may be some days. I will try hard to do it! I will always do it for her!

    I will take on the waves. I will surf over some and come out victorious. The big ones I take on may pull me under. I may feel like I am drowning when taking on some of the waves. But, I have no doubt those big waves will always spit me back out, and my daughter will be there with her hand outstretched to pull me through. She was always my strength. Even though we are separated in body, we will forever be entwined by love and spirit. The wind will always be her whisper. The sun will always be her warmth. The ocean waves will always be her sweet kisses on my cheek, reminding me she is with me always, wherever I may go.

    Life is precious and unpredictable

    Tracy Sheppard & daughterRide the wave no matter how small or large it is. In a second that wave could be gone, never to be seen or heard from ever again. Embrace it, and give thanks for the precious, beautiful, thing we call life. One day we will all be just a name in the sand.

  • When Anger Shows Up in Grief-How to Get Through It

    WhenAngerShowsUpInGriefHowToGetThroughIt

    Often we are angry following a death, it’s possible we don’t know how to handle these feelings or how to get through it

    By Jackie Trottmann

    After my mother’s death, the last emotion I thought I would feel is anger. Well, really… rage. It welled up from deep inside of me like I was possessed.

    I wasn’t angry because of her passing. She had lived to be 96 with her wits about her until the end. Even with congestive heart failure and complications with diabetes, she didn’t suffer. What more of a blessing could you ask for?

    Anger Shows Up in Grief by Exposing Past Wounds

    Since I was a teenager I have kept journals. Writing has helped me to heal. When I was writing about this anger, I realized where it came from. I was angry for what I would never receive from her, her approval and to hear the words, “I’m proud of you.”

    As much as I talk about letting go of the past in the meditations I offer, sometimes, we suppress deep wounds so much that we are unaware of them. These wounds are what surfaced with rage.

    Her death made me realize that not only had my father abandoned me, but she had too. After my father’s alcoholic rages, we never talked about it. I was never able to express my feelings and confusion. We all lived hunkered down in our silos… surviving. My mother dealt with any trouble or grief by stuffing it down in her British, stiff-upper-lip way.

    Music was her life – her purpose. She received love and approval from the stage. When I was an adult, it was always about her.

    You Get Through Your Anger by Getting Help

    The hospice people were wonderful in caring for my mother during her last days. They had also been a God send to me. I received several calls and letters after her death telling me that they were there if I needed them. Each time I would thank them and tell them, “I’m good.”

    When this rage took me by surprise, I called the counselor, Jill, to meet and talk about it.

    After sharing my feelings, she asked me how I was dealing with the anger. I told her that I had journaled about it, but nothing else. She suggested that I physically get the anger out. One of the things she liked to do was to buy cheap plates from Goodwill and smash them. I chuckled at that idea. She said that it was really important to get the anger out.

    I am not an angry person. My father’s angry outbursts would cause me to shut down. To this day, I can’t stand to hear someone yelling.

    The next day I met with my spiritual director. He also suggested that I break something and recommended I use glasses. He told me to write on the glasses what I didn’t receive and then break them.

    I didn’t like the plate idea, because I didn’t want to clean up a mess. Then I got the idea that we have a recycling center in our community. There is a huge dumpster. That’s where I could throw my glasses!

    You Get through Your Anger by Physically Releasing It

    I found six glasses and wrote things that I would never receive from my mother like: “I’ll never hear I’m proud of you. You only thought of me as busy. You never acknowledged my achievements.”

    I took the glasses to the recycling center. The bin for glass resembled a pitching cage. There was a huge backdrop made of metal that funneled into the dumpster. Perfect!

    When the coast was clear of visitors, I took out the first glass, read what was on it, and in my best side-arm hurled it at the backdrop. The glass shattered into a million pieces.

    I realized that I had never intentionally broken anything before. Knowing that people would be coming and going, I quickly read a glass and threw it. There wasn’t a feeling of euphoria, however, there was a sense of closure. The glass was irreparable. Like Humpty Dumpty, it could not be put back together again.

    Immediately after I threw the last glass, I felt compelled to head to church where I sat in the sanctuary. I didn’t pray. I just sat in stillness and silence.

    Later that night, we had choir practice. It was then that I felt a sense of lightness. The anger and rage hasn’t returned.

    Accept that Anger is Part of Life – Anger Leads to Understanding

    Thanks to Jill, I accept that anger is part of life. In my Christian faith, I am reminded of how even Jesus became angry when God’s house was turned into a retail outlet. He turned over tables and drove the moneychangers out with a whip!

    The anger I felt transformed into understanding. As a mother, I know first-hand that we are not given a parenting manual! Thinking about my mother’s early life, she did not have a mother who nurtured her. Her mother was very cruel. Based on that fact, my mother had done remarkably well as far as loving us as young children.

    I planned a wonderful service for her. On display were her costumes all hanging on a huge coat rack. It was a sunny day and the light was dancing off of the sequins and various patterns. I had a DVD of her show that she performed at her care facility playing alongside the costumes. There was a table that had pictures that documented her entire life. Her favorite English tea was served along with English biscuits. Our choir director, Bill, serenaded attendees from the piano, playing the songs that she sang in her one-woman show.

    My brother and I each spoke. I shared what a tremendous life that she had lived. I also shared her triumphs and sorrows.

    That Sunday at church was Christ the King Sunday. The scripture was when Jesus was on the cross. His words were, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

    My mother was not aware that she had caused this pain. I’m not sure we could have had a mature conversation about it without her taking it personally and my hurting her. I know that she did the best that she could. I also know that I would not want anyone else as a mother. She was truly amazing. She lived life on her terms and to the fullest. She was a bright light. I was so very proud of her. (Which I had told her many times.)

    About fifty people came to the service. There were only two relatives that showed up. While the service was all about her, it didn’t occur to me until weeks later that most of the people were there to make it all about supporting me. That was a true blessing.

    We all tend to stuff our feelings down. No one likes confrontations. Denial can be our closest friend. The people that hurt us may not even know that they are hurting us. That is why we who see must shine the light of awareness where there is darkness.

    The first lesson I learned here is not to have unresolved business with anyone. I would also add that people need to know how much they mean to you. Only God can read minds.

    After the funeral I told my son that I have certainly made my mistakes in parenting, especially during the years of the divorce process. I told him that I didn’t want any feelings to be unresolved between the two of us. I want to be fully aware of my actions and the consequences from those actions.

    So, don’t wait until it’s too late to make things right with anyone. Know that it’s okay to be angry and to express your anger. The second lesson I learned is that anger is part of life.

    When anger shows up in grief, get through it by getting help and physically releasing it. Know that you can heal deep wounds that will finally come to light. Seek, above all, to understand.

    If you’ve never received the approval you longed for, I hope this Word – Approval, taken from my book God Notes – Daily Doses of Divine Encouragement will help you feel it in your heart from the Source that truly matters.

    Approval

    When you break your connection to Me, you lose sight of Whose you are.

    Your confidence will wane. You will seek…

    Approval from family,

    Approval from those you with,

    Approval from friends.

    Their approval doesn’t matter.

    Only My approval matters.

    When you seek to live your life from truth, justice, kindness, and humility, you will automatically win the approval of others operating from these same values.

    You have My approval, My blessing.

    You are My beloved. In you I am well pleased.

    – Jackie Trottmann is an international author and speaker. Learn more at https://www.jackietrottmann.com/

  • Has Death Been Your Teacher?

    Has Death Been Your Teacher
    Picture from Pixabay

    When someone we loved and shared a close relationship with dies, we grieve their physical presence. But have you experienced lessons you may have learned from them more profoundly after they died and has death been your teacher?

    When I talk with people who are or have grieved the death of a spouse as I have, it is fascinating to hear stories about what that person death has taught them about life and the living. When we are deep in grief we can’t see any lesson, we only feel the pain of our loss and that is perfectly normal. As time goes by, we tend to reflect and often it is what that person meant to us and what we learned from having their physical presence in our life for however long or short it may have been.

    Death has a way of putting life into perspective

    We become open and being open means signs are all around us to grow and learn. For example, you hear about a book – that’s a teacher. You don’t have to be in the presence of a teacher to learn but they are everywhere.

    Synchronicity of the Universe

    I know for me following the death of my husband, so many teachers appeared in my life. There was a business colleague of my husband’s whom I did not know well but he showed up to see if he could help with our business. What he taught me was true selfless love and compassion.
    Just when I thought I didn’t know what to do about a situation, someone else would show up. I have also had many instances where someone would suggest a book and that book was perfect for what I was feeling at the time.
    Have you ever seen someone’s post on social media and you followed the people or link and it lead you to someone or something perfect? It’s the openness to follow those moments that lets you know you are ready to receive.

    Is there a spiritual takeaway?

    If you have a spiritual connection to your life then I encourage you to think about your present and your past – what are you meant to learn spiritually? Sometimes our faith is tested with a death and it takes time to heal. We may be questioning God, faith, our souls journey and asking lots of questions that start with the word why!
    My spiritual beliefs came from my mom. She was open to many religious beliefs and was the most well-read person I’ve ever known when it comes to religion. She studied all the religions of the world and taught me to make my own decisions about what I believed. But one thing Mom believed in was that our body may be gone but out soul lives on, so I talk to Mom on a regular basis, I ask her for guidance and strength. I find comfort in believing her soul lives on and although I miss her terribly, I have faith that my prayers and questions are heard.

    Death is part of life – we all know that

    Life happens, we can’t control that – but we can control what we’ve been given no matter how painful.
    I often ask people who are grieving, what would your loved one want you to do with your life?
    How many people answer with “Mourn my loss indefinitely” or “Never date again” – that never happens.
    For me the greatest lesson I have learn from death is how to live life. I get to decide each day to be bitter or better, to be joyful or sorrowful, to embrace the living or live in the past.

    Our greatest teachers come, and they go, and I like to believe they show up when we most need them. A book, a movie, a new friend or mentor. Who have been your greatest teachers? Leave me a comment below.