Coping Mechanisms and an Irish Blessing--From Nora's Awesome Aunt Kristi
I have many ways that I cope with the horrible situation my family has endured. One way is through avoidance; pushing my desperate sadness to the deepest nooks and crannies of my brain, only allowing it to surface when I am too overwhelmed to keep it at bay any longer. Another way is through giving my grief a horrible inappropriate cynicism and sarcasm lens when I am speaking with my husband or alone with my thoughts. I also get angry, resentful, negative. Sometimes I am able to channel my grief into productivity (often when I think about how much worse my sister and her husband must feel).
But other times I cope by imagining. I don't imagine that Nora is here, because she's not, but I imagine that there is an alternate universe where everything had gone according to plan. I often use this mechanism when I am deeply, deeply sad about the situation and need to have a ray of sunshine to give me hope.
This alternate universe gives me hope. To me, a happy family--my happy family--exists there with a beautiful, perfect Nora to spoil. She is healthy and happy and every day there is a new story to share about her growth. She grows cuter every day. Giggles and laughs at her awesome aunt and crazy uncle. Coos into the phone to her grandparents. And overall is just a peanut of happiness and sunshine for that family.
Today I am thinking about that alternate universe.
St. Patrick's Day is special in my household. We inherited this from our Irish grandmother, who always took this holiday to the extreme! It was a holiday we celebrated with the traditional corned beef and cabbage meal and everyone was expected to wear green (except for my German grandfather who would wear orange in protest of the day!). I really looked forward to watching Nora be introduced to this crazy family holiday. The cute outfits she would inevitably wear (covered with shamrocks and green that her great-grandma inevitably sent her).
So today I think of that alternate universe and imagine how much fun they are having. Nora is being passed around wearing the cutest Irish outfit for a baby. Two weary-eyed parents are happy for the relief but also enjoy sharing their daughter with everyone. People are laughing and having fun. Darkness does not shadow this family. They are at peace and their hearts are filled with love, all because a tiny little girl brought this bliss into their lives.
I am not jealous of this universe because I believe my family's loss was able to give this family their hope and happiness. Some sort of cosmic check and balance. For some reason, it is easier for me to believe in this alternate universe as opposed to imagining my niece as an angel in heaven (an issue that I have lots of thoughts on that I most likely will not share on this blog). I believe in energy and existence, and for now I am content imagining that Nora is existing somewhere else.
Perhaps this doesn't make sense and seems silly, but I've never been one to be serious, and in all honesty, this alternate universe I have created sounds pretty awesome. So today, I am happy for this alternate universe. I share in their joy and love and wish them the best with this Irish blessing:
I have many ways that I cope with the horrible situation my family has endured. One way is through avoidance; pushing my desperate sadness to the deepest nooks and crannies of my brain, only allowing it to surface when I am too overwhelmed to keep it at bay any longer. Another way is through giving my grief a horrible inappropriate cynicism and sarcasm lens when I am speaking with my husband or alone with my thoughts. I also get angry, resentful, negative. Sometimes I am able to channel my grief into productivity (often when I think about how much worse my sister and her husband must feel).
But other times I cope by imagining. I don't imagine that Nora is here, because she's not, but I imagine that there is an alternate universe where everything had gone according to plan. I often use this mechanism when I am deeply, deeply sad about the situation and need to have a ray of sunshine to give me hope.
This alternate universe gives me hope. To me, a happy family--my happy family--exists there with a beautiful, perfect Nora to spoil. She is healthy and happy and every day there is a new story to share about her growth. She grows cuter every day. Giggles and laughs at her awesome aunt and crazy uncle. Coos into the phone to her grandparents. And overall is just a peanut of happiness and sunshine for that family.
Today I am thinking about that alternate universe.
St. Patrick's Day is special in my household. We inherited this from our Irish grandmother, who always took this holiday to the extreme! It was a holiday we celebrated with the traditional corned beef and cabbage meal and everyone was expected to wear green (except for my German grandfather who would wear orange in protest of the day!). I really looked forward to watching Nora be introduced to this crazy family holiday. The cute outfits she would inevitably wear (covered with shamrocks and green that her great-grandma inevitably sent her).
So today I think of that alternate universe and imagine how much fun they are having. Nora is being passed around wearing the cutest Irish outfit for a baby. Two weary-eyed parents are happy for the relief but also enjoy sharing their daughter with everyone. People are laughing and having fun. Darkness does not shadow this family. They are at peace and their hearts are filled with love, all because a tiny little girl brought this bliss into their lives.
I am not jealous of this universe because I believe my family's loss was able to give this family their hope and happiness. Some sort of cosmic check and balance. For some reason, it is easier for me to believe in this alternate universe as opposed to imagining my niece as an angel in heaven (an issue that I have lots of thoughts on that I most likely will not share on this blog). I believe in energy and existence, and for now I am content imagining that Nora is existing somewhere else.
Perhaps this doesn't make sense and seems silly, but I've never been one to be serious, and in all honesty, this alternate universe I have created sounds pretty awesome. So today, I am happy for this alternate universe. I share in their joy and love and wish them the best with this Irish blessing:
May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now
And bless you evermore!
