Hello Sweetheart. We are a family
that enjoys using verbal endearments, aren’t we? I was talking to Jason from my
cell the other day and his sign off was our signature “Goodbye my Love”. It was
the final eye opening, “ah yes” moment that I needed to pen this letter to you.
You see, I believe I’ve hit a shift in my grieving process. I certainly did not
reach this point on my own. I can’t remember if I told you or not that Dad and
I started to see a grief counselor. I was getting tired of living on the North Side
of CRAZY and knew that I needed help . . . well Dad recognized it first as I’ve
not been as quick on the uptake as my days prior to your death.
Death. DEATH. I wish there were another word that described the final act of life on this earth. Passing and loss can be used interchangeably for death and other things so that makes them the not so perfect words. Death has that finality to it though, doesn’t it? It’s a short, hard word. It doesn’t roll off the tongue easily; but I guess neither does the actual event and aftermath: so maybe it’s appropriate after all. Anyway, I started to become aware of how convoluted my problem solving skills are. It can be pretty comical when you see how I get from point A to point B and it’s also unraveling as it brings the crazy back to home plate.
Awareness, my first clue that perhaps not all has been right with my thinking world for the last 7 months. “I’m grieving”, the statement uttered out loud and silently when I couldn’t find a word, finish a sentence, forget what I was looking for, start a task and go on to 10 different things before that first unfinished task hit me square between the eyes, lose track of time . . . sometimes for hours and sometimes uttered in a moment of levity as our humor is dark at times: I'm grieving, although a fact, was getting old—to say, to hear, to deny, to avoid.
Getting through losing you is hard
work, hard work. My moments of crying have turned into days recently. I believe
that is a good thing. The numbness has worn off and I’m not packing my days
with busy, allowing myself the time to feel. I’m trying desperately to fit a
new relationship with you into a neat little box which is unrealistic. In
reflection about death, spirit and the afterlife, my thoughts shifted to the
question 'what is it like to be spirit and soul'? A question with no answer
until I have the personal experience, however many theories abound. I panicked
when I thought our Mother/Son relationship was over. You’ve more knowledge now
than when you lived on this physical plane. You know my soul and I don’t
remember mine; darkened at birth so that I can live and learn here on Earth. I
believe Love is one of our family lessons. We’ve experienced so many shades of
it in this lifetime; familial love, non-blood love so special from a man that
is not your biological Father but is most certainly your Dad, care-givers love,
pet love, soul love that could not be seen but felt. I’m sure you left your
mark on many when their day turned a little bit brighter after you left the
“drive thru” window of your favorite iced coffee shop; we've experienced
friend’s love, employer/employee love, husband/wife love and love of charitable
deeds. Loving came so naturally to you. Nikki says you love organically. Isn't
that a beautiful expression? If not one of our lessons, why does it hurt
so much to lose you? The love between a parent and a child is completely and
utterly unconditional; love without condition no strings attached, limitless,
endless and including all flaws I couldn’t imagine having that change.
Especially when I don’t know what it will be replaced with!
My books . . . my tools! I’ve read
and re-read Permission to Mourn by Tom Zuba. The first time I
read his book, I think the words just bounced off me—unrecognized numbness. Tom
has discovered a new way to grieve, a path to healing and this news was so
welcome to me. After my second read when my mind could absorb more, a certain section
jumped out at me. “He is gone forever. You begin to heal when you
identify a belief that causes you pain. This is the first step.” Another
light bulb moment. What had been wearing on my mind, frightening me so was the
thought that if I said goodbye to your physical-ness that our connection would
end. My belief was that perhaps all this grieving was keeping you earth-bound
and slowing your progress in spirit. I do believe we all have lessons to learn
in this lifetime and in the hereafter. I came to the realization and a new
belief, that perhaps the final lesson for spirit is seeing life through the
eyes of their beloved and that is the reason you stay with us, guide us, and
send us signs to let us know you will always be with us. So, with the help of my
counselor and this fine author, I was able to recycle that old belief and find
peace in the belief that you will never leave me. Now that I have taken my
first step, to continue on my path to healing Mr. Zuba suggests that I
tell the story of my beloved. I now know I have been preparing emotionally and
mentally for this day—a Funeral of One. Just me in attendance. Just in my mind,
my heart and my words. I am ready to say goodbye to the physical you without
fear that our relationship will end, my new breakthrough. I am saying goodbye
from a heartfelt point of love and letting you know that I am ready to discover
our new relationship, with you in spirit. I am ready to tell my story—
My Story of Matt
Matthew was born Memorial Day
Weekend with an ease of entry into his new world along with a full head of
brown curly hair. He was a good baby spending his days eating and sleeping like
a little prince, resting up and saving energy for the antics that were to
develop in the years to follow. He was a curious toddler, very early to talk.
As he grew he developed independence and not a care in the world for what
others thought of him. Matt was bright, funny, artistic, competitive—a ray of
sunshine, a good boy, a winner. He was an incredible snuggler and love whorled
around him like the dust and dirt that followed Charlie Brown’s friend Pig-Pen.
He felt strongly and developed bonds early-on that were hardier than super
glue. Matthew was like a cosmic magnet, attracting the good and the bad, the
beauty and the pain, luck and misfortune, love and sorrow. You could actually
see the life lessons that came his way. If you wanted the bare-naked truth, you
went to Matt. Life is raw and so was his filter-less Truth. Revenge was not the
opposite of his forgiveness, yet forgiveness was something he struggled with.
Matthew’s life lessons were
sometimes difficult to watch, sometimes costly, sometimes repetitious and back
with a vengeance when not learned the first time around. We all carry our
darkness, our demons, our shadows. I failed him in trying to help him fight his
shadows. Matthew could be loud, aggressive, quick to anger and flighty at times
but he showed up for Life. He lived the yin and the yang. He was present in his
lifetime. What can we learn from this? If one is loud, use your God-given gift
as a voice for the less fortunate. Aggressiveness is a marker that you will
never be late for a fight. Your fists or hurtful words will never solve
problems but your ability to never back down will. Quick to anger is a sign of
passion gone awry. You value your truths, your beliefs are strong and you will
not stand down. Temper the anger with reflection before action and allow your
passion to guide your way. He was bold, rash, in his younger days reckless, a
jokester, a risk taker in addition to all the wonderful traits he possessed.
The flip side of these traits can be viewed as a problem solver, good judge of
character, flexibile with an ability to think outside of the box, and
multi-task increasing efficiency. These traits espouse leadership
skills—qualities of a successful businessman.
In hindsight, those character
traits that scream at us the loudest, that develop into poor judgment and bad
behavior—the ones that society wants us so desperately to quell—the ones that
create shame as we grapple to overcome. Shame, the opposite of the care and
kindness we need to find our Self. Perhaps these traits are the best part of us
that shout a little louder so that we will take notice: like the roar of a
motorcycle with a revved up engine or the TV commercial that airs a few
decibels higher than the program airing. Perhaps if we concentrated on lowering
the volume and finding balance, shame would have no place in our struggles.
Shame sets you back. Shame causes you to hide. Shame creates guilt and anxiety.
Shame devolves the self and nicks the soul.
The best of Matthew was Adult Matt.
Watching him find his other half, witnessing the powerful changes that love,
marriage and parenting brought him gave me a glimpse of fulfillment, completeness,
and utmost happiness. The giving of himself to Nikki, Addy and Bear provided a
front row seat to the birth, growth and unfolding of unconditional love, the
desire for total nurturance for his family.
He was successful in turning around the family business and seeing the loyalty that was given and received to and by his office staff, his workers, his truckers; he created an atmosphere of a different kind of family structure—a work-family, a team. The energy that developed allowed greater and greater goals to be set and achieved.
Watching the interaction between the brothers and their children completed my own version of The Circle of Life. Our family was growing physically in size, emotionally in heart. We were happy, so very happy.The bond of love they felt for each other was extended to each other's children.The cousins were finding out how special it is to have a best friend in a cousin. They were learning the importance of family. I remember at 26, Matthew telling me that if he died tomorrow he would not be sad because he had the best life, the best family, the best friends, the best adventures. He was so happy—look at how much more he gained, and we got an extra 10 years.
To complete my story, Leonard
Cohen’s Hallelujah is the best narrator for the job. The words
to Hallelujah are beautiful. Hearing them in song, they are
exquisite. The word Hallelujah becomes a lyrical language consisting of a
single word; one word that can be sung with such emotion and variance in range
that you can hear, understand, interpret and distinguish one emotion from
another, the switch from emotion to character trait and from character trait to
life concept—all happening in the space and time it takes for one to hold the
breath and lift up the voice to the word Hallelujah . The
language—succinct. A change in inflection, a change in meaning. K.D. Lang
sings a rendition that I can feel from my core, my soul. You know that feeling
when music just grabs you and makes your blood tingle? Music that relays a
message that stays with you? Music that you can hear when silence surrounds
you?
Pay attention to the lyrics. They tell your story Matty.
CLICK THE LINK TO HEAR LEONARD COHEN'S HALLELUJAH PERFORMED BY K.D. LANG AT THE 2005 JUNO AWARDS: (in clicking the link you will be leaving this page.)
Matt, your life comes to mind when
I listen to this song. My interpretation follows.
You were fascinated by the stories
of the Bible but decided that you would live by the Golden Rule. Love, respect,
treat others as you would like to be treated—the ethical code that is touched
upon by many religions and world cultures. You believed in inclusivity not
exclusivity. Love was your belief, your religion—the physical, the emotional,
the logical, the irrational. You believed a secular life lived with honesty,
fairness, kindness and love was a good life. You were not a believer of
organized religion and yet you paid allegiance to your Knowing.
I love the second verse of this
song. It can be interpreted through your relationship with Nikki, your love of
her beauty--inside and out. The pull that woman had over your heart and the
compromises you learned to make in the name of Love and Family completed you.
When you find your heart’s ‘The One’, your maleness is weakened, your legs
buckle, you are no longer walking solitary, and your partner is by your side.
Instead of two, you are One. This chorus of Hallelujah speaks to praise, love,
ecstasy, birth and rebirth. Your children—your renewal.
The third verse is a reflection of
life—she breaks you down, fills you with strife then watches as you struggle to
learn your lessons. When you think you finally have it right, life’s dark
edge—death comes to take you. With death, the bereaved are left with your
ashes, your memories, loneliness and gratefulness for all that was you. Death's
first strike is to leave us cold and broken. Your flag on the marble
arch is a symbol for where your wedding ring sits, around the tip of
your cremation urn on the fireplace mantel when not around Nikki’s beautiful
neck. From the pain that is felt from walking through Life, Death brings you
full circle to your eternal center—your spirit, your soul. No more broken
Hallelujahs for you. This chorus of Hallelujah speaks to the glory, the sorrow,
the grief that is the reality of life and love—a double-edged sword.
The next verse speaks to your very
deeply personal relationship with your Knowing. It depicts how we struggle, how
we question our beliefs when faced with the darkness of life. I always felt
from a very early age you knew something about the spiritual, the holy, the
eternal consciousness that I had not learned nor experienced. You experienced
it. You gave me glimpses. You make me yearn for more.
Throughout your life, you felt too
strongly and you were touched; your Lord of Song is your Lord
of Knowing and it certainly did not all go wrong but you were ripe for more
growing. Hallelujah, a word of praise. Hallelujah, our keyword for entry into
the afterlife. Hallelujah, the language of Life defined by our emotions and
character traits. Hallelujah that defined the life that you, Matthew lived. If
I were to sing this song, I would want each and every emotion to be physically
felt from the glorious Hallelujah. I would want to stir the soul. Your
Hallelujah would be sung boldly, beautifully, loudly, softly, with long notes,
short notes. The duality of your life experiences would be expressed by each
element taking up half of the Hallelujah, sharing it with the other half to
complete it and make it whole. In your glorious 36 years—I
offer these Hallelujahs to you.
Hallelujah
(Confidence/Anxiety)
Hallelujah
(Courage/Fearfulness)
Hallelujah (Trust
& Loyalty/Rebellious & Disinterest)
Hallelujah
(Warrior Brave/Little Boy Timid)
Hallelujah
(Hope/Despair)
Hallelujah
(Enthusiasm/Indifference)
Hallelujah
(Friendliness/Antagonist)
Hallelujah
(Peaceful/Belligerent)
Hallelujah
(Physically Strong/Inwardly Fragile)
Hallelujah
(Proud/Humble)
Hallelujah
(Leader/Un-coachable)
Hallelujah
(Joyful/Bittersweet)
Hallelujah
(Triumph/Sadness)
Hallelujah
(Beauty/Pain)
Hallelujah
(Love/Loss)
Hallelujah
(Life/Death)
Matthew you were the Man you were
meant to be. You were the embodiment of life. You hit the high notes and the
lows. You gave and received love, respect, admiration and trust. Your life was
full, you were engaged, you were present. I am so proud of you. Maybe you
always knew from a soul level that your time here was to be short. Maybe you
felt your soul pact and this gave you the permission you needed to live life as
heartily as you did. Your life, your love are blessings to our family.
This completes My Story of Matt—My Story of You.
After seven months I’m
rediscovering my internal core and I’m trying to move from the pain and sorrow
of your death as I rediscover peace. I have so many questions. I am a
seeker of wisdom. Will you share your Knowing? Will you help me live It, experience
It? My heart is open, my eyes are raised, my arms are extended. I’m saying my
goodbye. I want to live the afterglow of you that rests in my heart. For having
been given the opportunity of bringing you into this world, giving birth to
you, raising you, loving you; I give praise to my God—I utter my
own Hallelujah—my gratitude for you. I’m ready to embark on the adventure
of starting anew—spirit to soul. Hello Matthew!
A final inspiration from you
Matthew:
“You have to go through the whole-mess of life
Before you can put the pieces of whole-ness together.”
I love you forever and always
Mom
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