Grief, the Roller Coaster

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The one thing you can predict when it comes to the journey of grief is that it will be unpredictable. The most random and smallest sound, smell, or sight can push you emotionally. It’s typically when you least expect it. This is when you realize that you have memories—some that you forgot about—that are attached to specific songs, activities, locations, or a silly candy bar. You could be fine, focusing on something, and then one of those things shows up and your mind goes back in time while you’re trying to stay present. It takes your breath away and freezes you.

One day in Oklahoma, during mine and my husband’s dating days, we had just had some delicious lunch. We had tried out a vegetarian restaurant—not his thing, but completely up my alley. I ordered a Reuben sandwich, because it was one of my mom’s favorites and I hadn’t had one in a long time. She used to always order one from a vegetarian café in the valley back home. It was so delicious, and while driving away from the restaurant, for a split second, I had the urge to pick up the phone and call my mom. I was going to tell her about this yummy vegetarian spot I found in Oklahoma! I caught myself mentally, and then kind of laughed it off out loud.

I jokingly picked up my cell phone and told Kyle, “I just had this weird and random thought to call my mom and say, ‘Hey, Mom, just ate a Reuben sandwich that I think you would love.’” I pretended to say that on the phone, and when I “hung up,” I froze and the tears just came flowing. I buried my head in my hands, embarrassed, because I wasn’t expecting a fake phone call to my mom and a vegetarian sandwich to turn into a miss-her moment.

This was one of the instants when I knew Kyle was extraordinary. He literally pulled over without even thinking, parked the truck, and just hugged me. Sometimes grief blindsides you.

I grew up going to Six Flags Magic Mountain in Valencia, California. Roller coasters were the highlight of my teen years; I was into the scariest, the biggest, and the wildest ones. Come at me, coaster—my awesome and sassy youngster motto.

Since many years were spent riding roller coasters, I naturally think they are fitting for describing the healing journey and grief. I know typically roller coasters are used to define female mood swings. Totally valid, I get it. But we are going to use them to understand the swings of grief. Let’s say you are strapped into a massive roller coaster. There’s no way you’re getting off of it because once it’s going, well, it’s going. Once you’re a couple hundred feet up in the air, no one can see your raised-up flapping hand, because you need to puke or you are having a panic attack. Then comes the intense, tight, and sharp turns where you think you’re going to fall out of your seat. Your whole life just flashed right before your eyes, because you were certain that the gravity-defying flip you just endured was going to throw you off the track. But then there are some laughs; after you survived the flip, you regain your strength and reassure yourself. Right when you thought you had the ride figured out, it suddenly starts going backward and does it all over again. In other words, the last six years of my life and anyone’s grief journey.

Whatever set you on your healing journey, the event has happened, it’s done, and you can’t go back to change things. It is life as you now know it, and the best thing you can do for yourself is to acknowledge the roller-coaster track you are on. Maybe that is too up front or too honest for some. But I truly believe you let healing in when you open the door to acceptance.

At times on the healing roller coaster, the sharp turns are things like grief, numbness, or uncertainty. Those emotions make you want to quit. There are times when you allow yourself to laugh and relax, but it doesn’t last long because something like a holiday, birthday, or anniversary makes you tense again. Right when you think you’ve figured out the roller coaster’s path and know what is coming next, a wave of emotion comes that you weren’t expecting. The biggest thing is when you decided you were done healing and that you’ve grieved, talked, reflected, and cried all you thought you needed to and realize the process is not over! The truth is: the healing process is never over. It is a lifelong journey.

One of the hardest parts for me during the ups and downs over the past six years was giving myself grace. At times, I really thought I conquered and went through all the healing there was to go through. I would beat myself up if I couldn’t hold it together through another birthday, trip to the beach, or while playing guitar. Haven’t I healed already? Didn’t I just go through this last year? I’m still sitting here missing her. I was looking for something black and white, and overnight. Grief just doesn’t play that way. It helped having people in my life who would wake me up to the realization that I wasn’t going to get over something that I’ve had for the last eighteen years of my life.

Let yourself rest, let yourself grieve, and give yourself grace.

 

Ceci Frost

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I am born and raised in southern California, and I love it! I am a beach and hiking kind of girl. I grew up doing extreme sports, starting little business, and writing books for fun. I graduated from Life Pacific College in Fall ’11 and immediately moved to Israel to help lead a study abroad program for 4 months. It was an amazing cultural experience, where I got to dabble with traveling blogging. After living overseas I moved to Oklahoma to test out a long distance relationship, I stayed for 3 ½ years. Transitioning out of Oklahoma with my “Okie” husband, we remodeled a 60’s trailer and road-tripped around the country for 4 ½ months with our two cats. We had the time of our lives! Check out our trip: joyward.wordpress.com Now we are back in Ventura County, pursuing writing, photography, and a beverage business for the local farmers markets in hopes of starting a coffee shop. When people ask me if I have siblings I usually give them my book business card because, “…it’ll take awhile to explain.” I was my mom’s only child but I have many step and half siblings. Throughout my life my mom battled with cancer, she had it three separate times. She was my best friend. Her personality was that of an encourager, and people lover. She made everyone feel special. When she passed away my world was shocked. I want nothing more than to help others heal properly after loss, never feel alone, and live with hope.

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  • Ulandi van As says:

    Dear Ceci

    I stumbled upon this site and I believe for a reason. I lost my dad 5 months ago. And I have been dealing with it well… overall (trying to always be strong for my family). But I have days, like today, where I can hardly put a smile on my face, the tears won’t stop flowing and my heart hurts like hell. I miss him so much.

    Then I read your article and it made me smile with acceptance. It was like reading my feelings on a page. Even though it has only been 5 months, I felt the need to be strong and move on. Go on with life, love him, miss him…but move on and don’t cry as much. Because everyone else around me is going on with their lives. And I have more good days then bad. I need to be strong…

    But I realized that I should be honest with myself today….I am not as strong as everyone around me thinks. This is my first big loss. I am new to this. I am taking it day by day. I have kept so busy and yet not so busy…so as to not deal with it to much. I have dealt with it, but I have realized that keeping busy was kind off keeping me from dealing with it on a deeper much needed level. And then I had the dream last night. My dad and I were hugging and it felt so real. In the dream he told me he was dying and I held on to him so hard, thinking that if I did not let go, he would not die. But then my own voice told me to wake up, cause he is already dead and that this was just a dream. I cried so hard, still holding on to him and then I woke. And could not stop crying. My husband just held me.

    So I am so not ready to be over his loss. I still have to deal with it all. It is one big roller coaster yes. Some days I feel fine, others I don’t. When I think I am starting to heal, something just triggers emotions again. It is tiring. It is draining. But it keeps his memories with me.

    Your article made so much sense, thank you. I no longer feel that I have to be as strong as others wants me to be. I am riding this roller coaster and it is normal. I am normal. I am grieving. And that is ok.

    Your mom would have been so proud of this article.

    xxxx

    • Ceci Frost says:

      Dear reader,
      I am sitting here tearing up while reading your reply, because I get you. I get the frustration and the sense of wanting to move one because grief is heavy and un predictable. You want to be done with all that comes with miss him. Like crying, memories, flash backs, or tiredness.
      I give you a lot of mad props, and respect for opening up here in this blog reply. And for realizing where you’re act and what you’ve tried to push away.
      I’m so sorry that you lost your dad, and that you have to go through this! Know that you are not alone on this healing journey.
      5 months, it sounds about right. The time where your friends and the world are back in their groove but you’re the one who daily or weekly still faces the absence of your dad.
      Let me share this with you, I’ve done it, where I’ve put the expectation that I should be done crying done being sad or done being thrown of guard with my grief. My mom and I, were best friends. Who am I kidding that I’ll never experience those things. She was a human, she was my mother.
      I really tear up reading about your dream because I’ve experienced those as well. And I’m so thankful I can wake up and be hugged right away by my husband. If praying is your thing, I encourage you to pray for sweet memories at night. I think dreaming is an expression of healing and what is really going on in your mind that maybe you’re not letting yourself process.
      I’d love to keep in touch or talk more!
      I have a support group on Facebook called Hope Collective: https://www.facebook.com/groups/950455608360942/
      I have a book as well called Healing, Hope and Wholeness. You can find it on Amazon or my blog: hhwbook.com
      Sending you a hug!
      -Ceci