Today we had our first snowfall of the fall.
It’s a little early for snow, but it’s not like I had any control over it. The day was a bit gray, the skies were overcast, and it was raining as I drove home from work. After dinner, the snow began to come down.
It wasn’t a whole lot. It was but aÂ dusting.Â But the color of the day and the snow that came after got me to thinking about how I’ve felt this year in this time since mom died.
If you’ve read anything I’ve written this year, or know me in real life, you would know that I’ve taken the death of my mother very hard. She was loved, and was loving, and her death has left a hole in those that knew her. I was dreading the the one-year anniversary of her passing.Â I wasn’t sure how I would feel, or if I would be stable.
The year has been difficult, no doubt.
But oddly enough, the anniversary was just what I needed. In some very odd way, it brought a small bit of closure. At least, as much as there can be in these types of situations. This is how things are now. Things have changed. This is the new normal, and I have accepted it.
Since then, I’ve felt at peace. I really can’t explain it, and don’t really think I can analyze it. It justÂ is,Â and I’m content with that for now.
I was talking with my wife this weekend about some things that transpired in the last year, and there are things I simply don’t remember. I think my depression was so bad, that I ended up blocking certain things from my memory. It’s so easy to look back now and see how broken I was. However, in the middle of my pain, I couldn’t see it. It took a few months before I realized,Â “Hey, if you don’t get a handle on this, everything is going to crumble down.”
So, I did.
If you’re going through hell, keep going. â€” Attributed to Winston Churchill (Although no one isÂ certain if Churchill actually said that.)
So today, I was looking out our big windows at work, and looking at those gray skies. I was reminded of how bad last winter was. I remember how numb I felt.
This might sound silly, but today I felt … brave. I see life differently than I ever have before. I’ve known a few people that have died in the last three years or so, and it’s given me a chance to reflect on a lot of things within my own life.
I now feel like I’m standing in the doorway of a new chapter in my life. I’ve turned the handle, and have just started to crack open the door. I can see the light peering in from the other side. I don’t know what is there, but I’m eager to find out.
I’m feeling brave.