I’ve always hated this time of year. Actually, the time period from November through March can feel like one giant tunnel of painful memories and anniversaries. It wasn’t always that way, of course, but since my father got cancer in November 2002, underwent six weeks of treatment and then committed suicide in March 2003, I’m just not too keen on these months. It’s not like I haven’t had some 12 years of these months since my father died, but that doesn’t mean it gets any easier.
And if I’m being completely honest, maybe a part of me doesn’t want to forget these tough months. Sure, I most definitely wouldn’t ever want to relive them again — no one should ever have to go through something like that — but I often wonder if I’d know what I know now had I not gone through it. Does that make sense?
A couple years ago, I found myself listening to FUN.’s Carry On on repeat for the longest time. The lyrics just stuck with me, burrowing their way into my heart, and I felt like I carried them with me everywhere I went.
If you’re lost and alone
Or you’re sinking like a stone
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground
It’s something to think about, isn’t it? Each new step we take is an indication of our past — maybe even a recognition of it, of its passage, of a welcoming of the future. It’s a melancholy goodbye but a hopeful hello. Life is messy. Life is chaotic. Still, that doesn’t mean we throw our hands up in the air in frustration and just crawl in some hole until the storm passes. We may want to. We may be *thisclose* to doing so. But we don’t. And, we all change. We’re not the same people we were then. Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe it’s a bad thing. Or maybe it’s neither good nor bad. Maybe it just is.
How have you learned to keep going during those hard times, friends? How do you think those times have changed you as a person? How do you feel when you look back on those days now? I’d love to hear any lessons you’ve learned! xoxo
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