Boots by the Door

Boots by the Door

Your boots are by the door

You know, the ones you always wore

You’d kick them off just inside

And that is where they’d reside

Until you needed to go away

By the door is where they’d stay

It has now been over a year

That those boots have been sitting here

The mud still visible on each sole

The front left toe had a wearing hole

But that is ok and we are all aware

Those boots by the door are for only you to wear

They are symbolic and will live forever more

In our home right by the door…

Christina Herold Trueblood

9/10/2018

IMO Cody A Trueblood

2/10/93 – 8/20/2017

My “God” Moment

Today, mass was about God’s healing and allowing a blind man to see and a deaf man to hear. It was the moment others realized they were in His presence. I have been there (of sorts)!

Someone asked me about my faith. Those who seek faith have never realized when they are standing in His presence. For at that moment, faith takes over. It is peace in accepting the things that happen. It is comfort in knowing there is a plan. It is strength to do what has to be done to get through any situation. It is when you only have one set of footprints in the sand. I hope this will help them to realize their “God” moment. It’s a little story of when I knew I was standing in His presence…

When I got pregnant with my daughter ( who turned 28 yesterday!!), my dad cried with joy that his ‘baby’ was having a baby. He talked about the joy of carrying this child through our Easter Bunny program for the Elks Club the following year. He adored his grandchildren that he already had and was so excited to be gaining another. My father had an aneurysm on Mother’s Day that year when I was five months pregnant and he was rushed to Proctor Hospital. Now, those that know my family know it is large. There were eight children in my family. ALL EIGHT OF US made it to the hospital to speak to my dad! One of my brothers lived in LA and another in Phoenix. They had come in for Mother’s Day. My dad spoke to every one of us and he knew we loved him. While my mother was waiting with him for a life flight nurse to accompany him to OSF by ambulance, he had a convulsion and went into a coma before we saw him again at OSF. While he was in a coma with a grim prognosis, my mother asked me how I felt. I told her I was mad because I wanted my dad to live to see my child. She told me, “If we let him go, he will be the first one to put a smile on that child’s face.” He died two days later. I believe her. I had peace and so did my father. I felt His presence.

Five years later, an officer at my work had an aneurysm like my dad’s, a leaking one that allowed her to stay conscious but was in a lot of pain. I had a very hard time thinking this young woman was laying in the same disposition as my father. She was so much younger and had small children. That night, I had a dream about my dad. He was sitting down and holding my children (I had two by then). He was doing what I had hoped he would have had the chance to do while he was alive. I woke up with peace and comfort. Years later, if you would have asked my children about my dad, they could answer you. Is that because I gave them enough information about him and let him live through me or because they met him once? I know the answer. At that moment, I felt His presence. By the way, the officer lived and is still doing well today, 20+ years later.

Miracles happen in His presence. They don’t have to be the parting of the seas or water turning into wine (although that one is my favorite!!). They are the little miracles that some call coincidence or science. I can give you many stories of people who have felt His presence. One co-worker had this miracle when her brakes went out on her vehicle. It isn’t so much the one statement that proves it, but the events that led up to it and those that followed. I believe these ‘happenings’ are small signs we are not alone on this Earth and are still being influenced and moved by the loved ones who have gone before us. They don’t have to even be loved ones we had ever met, but are still guided by such as my children knowing my dad without ever having met him. His presence.

Please look for the little miracles that happen every day. There are many signals that life should, and will go on and there are signs of His presence we overlook every day. These are events that bring a sense of peace, comfort, and strength. That is a prayer I have for everyone. Peace. Comfort. Strength. It is when you have these you will know His presence.

Handling grief differently…

I have come in contact with many people recently who have experienced a loss. We have each handled it differently. Not a surprise!!

What this realization tells me is we all have different coping skills. This does not make any of our processes wrong, just different. If you were all standing in a room, I’d talk your ear off. But, I can only type it out. This may very well be to your benefit. Ask my siblings. I am never at a loss for words. Some people experiencing loss have trouble speaking to anyone, even those closest to them. These are closet mourners. Pray for them. It is very heartbreaking to grieve in a bubble alone.

I know two couples who were best of friends. The two husbands and the two wives were all besties! They did everything together! Their children were all the same ages and were also the best of friends. They were family that was not blood-related. Both husbands lost their wives, a year apart. The first wife died of cancer after a several year battle. Her husband literally lived a dead life after her loss. He crawled in a hole and wanted to die too. He is currently in a nursing home. The other husband lost his wife the following year after she suffered a very brief illness. That husband decided to live life for both of them. He went sky-diving!! He went on a cruise!! He went to Rome!! He is living his life to honor her and knows she would want him to!!

Tonight, I spoke with someone who lost her husband just a few short months ago. It is hitting her that the void in her life is still big and is not shrinking. She is being triggered by everyday things she might have overlooked before. Now, those little incidents or sounds bring a flood with them. This experience is not like a faucet you can turn off. Once that plug is pulled, the process must just run its course from wherever you were when it hit: the grocery store; driving in traffic; watching a show; cooking dinner; the possibilities are endless.

This conversation did not draw tears for me when I spoke to her about my loss. I hope this can show her she can speak to others about her loss and she won’t cry every time. That is ok. It does not mean she no longer cares.

One message I keep wanting to reiterate is none of us are promised a long life. The odds of a married couple dying at the same time outside of a tragic accident are minimal. One of the two will more than likely die first. Giving birth to a child does not mean we will see them grow old (by whatever standard you determine old to be) or that those children will always outlive the parents.

My message is to live each day as if it is your last. Love those around you and tell them you love them. Live a positive life! And have faith!! Know that if you outlive those loved ones, you will live your life and proudly represent their life and their love! The best compliment you can give to those you have lost is to never forget them, the memories you shared, and the imprint they left on your life!

My comments and conversations should not be misconstrued and have people thinking everyone should grieve like me. Far from it! I do encourage those who have difficulty coming to terms with loss to talk to someone. This is not a sign of weakness by any means. This is a method of redirection of grief so you can function and survive loss, not get over your loss. I am not sure we ever truly get over hurting the loss of a loved one. Life will be different, not over. Not sure sky-diving is the path I would take, but I do listen and sing along to songs on the radio louder than I used to because that is what my son would do!

Positive of the day: FAMILY

Today, my family (brothers -1, sister, sisters- and brother-in-law, and niece) met up for dinner! Coming from a family of eight children, there was never a dull moment–ever! As we sat and reminisced about the crap that happened over the years, we laughed a lot! I think about how we reacted back then when it was real time and my Lord, we thought the world was crashing over silly stuff!

My lesson learned is breathe and take it all in! Our actions today will be looked at later as an over-reaction. Truth is, family is all that matters. Now, define family! Family are those that come into our life, blood or not, and love us anyway! They laugh at you and with you, but they also cry for you and with you! They are there for you in the middle of the night, and somehow, manage to have just enough to help you out.

Family will come and go throughout our time but they will reside forever in our hearts!! I am blessed!! 😘❤️🌈🕊🍷🇺🇸🙏

The Choices

The choice was not mine to make. As a survivor, we try to rationalize every minute detail. I am exhausted. I must accept things that happen can be outside my control. I can only account for my actions from here.

I am saddened, but I cannot be sad all the time. I have joy, but it is appreciated a lot more now. I have family, here on Earth and in Heaven. We will be together again. It may vary in generations of our time here, but will have very little interrupted time when He brings us together for our next journey.

Until we meet again, I will cherish the time given and pray for only good memories to come from your early departure. I can be mad, but it will take away from the joy I have remembering those times. I can be sad, but that overshadows the good times you blessed me with. I will choose to be happy to honor you and the life you lived.

The Devil Preys Here Too

Several people have approached me about my writings. The message below was written just over a month after I lost my son. It is a message that seems very relevant today. I hope it gives assistance to those who are in need of its words.

I put my faith in God for many reasons and I blame Him for nothing. Choices made and situations around us are influenced by a lot of things, and not all good. In dealing with these situations, I know we are far from alone. I have no doubts and pray for those who do!

The Devil Preys Here Too

A lot of people blame God for the bad things life can bring

If you believe in Heaven, then Hell is just as vital a thing.

I believe God did not cause the devastation that happened and exists

But I believe He will pull us through and help make some sense of this.

There is nothing we go through on Earth that our God, Jesus, and Mary did not

Mary also mourned the loss of a child in case the world forgot.

The sacrifices made for us, the suffering that transpired

Should only give us strength going forward, in fact, we should be inspired.

For all the bad things that happen, know the devil preys on sins

So turn to God and place your trust, for if not, the devil wins.

Our God did not cause this suffering, but His grace and love will see us through

Put your faith in His loving hands because we know the devil preys here too…

 

Christina Herold Trueblood

9/30/2017

Labor Day

The “first” holiday I faced a year ago…

Everybody handles death a little different. Those who have not had a strong faith base do not know what to think. They believe in angels and that is ok. They believe their loved one has gone to heaven to wait for them and that is ok. What they don’t know is why and that haunts them. They are sad because their loved one has left this Earth. What I wish for those individuals is that they find joy in the fact they were ever here on Earth! This is where my faith jumps in full-force. We are all temporary for this Earth. I have a vision in my head and they are happy, healthy, and without pain. They have joined other loved ones and that gives me peace.

I know several families who have lost a child. One family was able to pass a bill in the State of Illinois dictating how colleges and universities respond to students who come for counseling for depression! Their son committed suicide after speaking to counselors and the school could not inform the parents because he was over 18. Big kudos to that family for trying to prevent this outcome for other parents.

Another family started a foundation in their child’s name and does pro-bono legal work for military families! Those receiving families see miracles happen in the name of love.

Me, I write! This started with my poems on Facebook. Then I had posted my growth and epiphanies along this journey over the past year and, I must say, it has been therapeutic! For me, anyway.

This is the second time for the first holiday. Labor Day weekend this time last year was a blur. I had went back to work, although I was in a fog still. I needed to be busy. Everyone was starting to go back to their “normal” lives. My life would never be the same. I was still sitting up at night waiting for the garage door to open. I hadn’t been to his room much, but I knew it was coming. It had to. The smell of his work clothes had started spreading. I actually was looking forward to doing his laundry this time and sad at the same time. It would be the last time…

I have come a long way in this year. I still want to yell at him from the top of the stairs. I can. It won’t hurt. I want to yell at him to turn down his music, or to turn the tv off, or to get his ass out of bed. I want it to seem normal again. If he were here next to me, he’d make fun of me. I am ok with that. That would be another normal for me.

Find the joy! Spread the love! Remember the sounds. Enjoy the memories.

Everyday bucket list…

My EVERYDAY Bucket List:
*Be honest!
*Be kind.
*Do what is right, not what is easiest.
*Treat everyone the way you wish you were treated, not how you think you are treated.
*If it is not yours, don’t take it, abuse it, or sell it.
*Throw away your trash and keep things clean. Soap and water are not that expensive.
*Do things today. Time is not always a given.
*Work to live, don’t live to work but do your best at both.
*Tell someone you love them.
*Find a positive in every day.
*Don’t argue with someone when leaving the conversation is an option.
*Don’t force someone to love you. Love is the easy part. Hating is what takes too much of our energy.
*Don’t spread gossip. If you were not there, you do NOT have ALL the facts!
*Enjoy life. Do what makes you happy!

The start of the dash in the middle…

The dash in the middle…

Losing a child is the hardest thing I have done so far in my 50+ years. I cannot imagine anything harder! Having lost several siblings at “not-so-old” ages, it kind of prepared me to be accepting of things we cannot change. Didn’t make it any easier, just different.

My son was only 24 years old when he died in a single vehicle truck accident a couple miles from our home. I have listened to people, with very good intentions, tell me we are not supposed to bury our children and that he was “too young” to die. Well, as comforting as they hope to be, it doesn’t explain my situation since I did bury my son and he did die at 24.

In order to function moving forward in light of the fact I lost a child who was “too young,” I choose to focus on the life lived after the date of birth and prior to the date of death, the dash in the middle. In his short 24 years, the boy LIVED! I need to remember that and hope that everyone else does too! I also need to remember that I am still alive! Part of me died that day, but it wasn’t the part that had to work, do laundry, and pay the bills. It was a part of my heart that must now live with the memories of the child I brought into the world and lost.

My intentions with these writings is not to console other parents who have been here, although that would be a plus, but to focus on the life we have in front of us, the lives those before us have lived, and the moments we may overlook until it is too late. Our memories are all we have of those we lose and I want to make them positive memories! I want to see those things I overlooked in the past before I pass them up again!!

Everyday, I search my daily events and find a positive that happened that day. Some days are easier than others to accomplish this task. This has helped me to stop dwelling in the sadness of my loss, and remember good does happen, even if in small doses. This will never mean I do not mourn my loss. It means he will always be a part of me and my life, but I still have a lot of good things happen and a lot of positive people here!! I want to make sure I am positive to those around me for this is my dash in the middle…