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How to Make Losing Someone You Love Suck a Little Bit Less.

posted by Katherine Wintsch July 21, 2015 2 Comments

Six weeks ago I buried my paternal grandmother and five days from now Ill do the same for my maternal grandmother.

This death shit is for the birds.

As I drove home from visiting with my unresponsive grandmother two nights ago, I couldnt help but shout over and over again, “I am not OK. I am not OK. I am not OK!”

It was the only thought I could muster, although the violent manner in which the words were spewing out of my mouth sounded like anything but a muster.

Its not OK that theyre gone. 

 

Just like its not OK that Richards dad, Emmas dad, Julie’s son, my friend Mike Hughes and the husbands of Charity, Katie and Sheryl are all gone.

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Not OK.

It was not OK to watch my grandmothers’ gorgeous clothes and belongings go into garbage bags for strangers to pick through at Goodwill. Its not OK to know that I can no longer share my childrens milestones with them and watch their eyes light up in response. These women were not ordinary grandmothers: they were both second mothers to me. So its not OK that they’re no longer here to show me—by example—how to be a good mother, a good wife and a good human being.

OK. I know none of this is helpful. Here’s the more helpful part.

Weve all lost someone and it sucks—beyond belief. So, I thought Id share something thats helped me through this ridiculously sad time in my life.

When we lose someone its only natural to hurt, but we have to be careful about how far we let that hurt go. Because focusing on the hurt is not what our loved one would have wanted.  On January 6 of this year, my paternal grandmother, Yvonne, sent an email to our family that included one of my grandfather’s favorite stories.

The story goes like this:

An old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside all people. He explained, “My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, resentment, superiority and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, respect, dependability, kindness, empathy, generosity, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?” The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one that you feed.”

In our time of loss, we are not powerless. We can choose which wolf to feed. It’s easy to choose the sad, angry, frustrated wolf inside us that wanted more time with this remarkable human being—more family picnics, more Thanksgivings, more one-on-one time, more emails and love notes.

It’s harder, but more rewarding, to feed the other wolf: the grateful and thankful wolf inside us that remembers and recognizes the legacy of our loved one and the way they lit up our own lives every step of the way.

When I find myself feeding the angry wolf, I think about three things regarding my precious second mothers:

  1. I loved them and they knew it.
  2. They loved me and I knew it.
  3. They did life right.

We should all be so lucky. And while I desperately want to ask for more—more time, more memories—I know in my heart that I have already received way more than my fair share.

So, when you find yourself feeding the evil wolf, try to imagine what your life will be like if that’s the wolf that wins. And then imagine the alternate reality: the one where the good wolf—the one that is generosity, kindness and everything else you admire about the people you love—is the one that wins.

And, when they have to go and we have to say goodbye, here’s hoping it is—in the words of one of my favorite country music songs—“one hell of an Amen.”

Alma and Yvonne, you were each one hell of a lady.

 

I’ll be forever grateful for your life and for your love and, in that honor, I promise to let the good wolf win.

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Dottie Mattox August 2, 2015 at 12:48 pm

I have read this many times and it is such an inspiration. I am trying to use these words to help me cope with the loss of a spouse too early and a best friend last year. It’s life and it’s tough.

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Katherine Wintsch August 27, 2015 at 3:21 pm

Dottie, it’s wonderful to hear from you and that the post has been helpful. I can’t imagine the temptation you must face on a daily basis to feed the bad wolf. It’s been a tough road. Hopefully feeding the grateful wolf as often as possible will bring some peace. You certainly deserve it, my friend.

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