From Catawba County United Way Executive Director Mark Bumgarner
It’s been a few days since Duke died. The initial adrenaline and shock, as well as the distraction of the Easter holiday and visiting family, have settled leaving me with time to be, well, quiet. While I welcomed the distractions above, I knew this quiet time would come. I think this is where grief lives. I don’t really know how I feel, I’m in the in-between. It’s just quiet. I seem to fluctuate between being numb and heavy, with sprinklings of tears and gratitude for having Duke. Sigh.
The in-between. I’ve been here many times in the past 8 years. My dad, two cousins I was close to, My beloved Haus, aunts and uncles, my mom, my nephew, two brother in laws , my sister, friends and now Duke.
I’m at an age where the losses start coming and they don’t stop. I know I will come out on the other side and be just fine – I have and will continue to have a good life. But I also know grief changes who I am. It does not define me, but there is no way around the fact that grief is part of who I am. I think that’s what we often don’t get about grief. It’s not something we carry around like a weight around our neck. It becomes part of our very soul – it is us.
I don’t think that’s bad either. Grief is not linear, it’s honestly like a bomb that continually has explosions ranging from small to earth shattering, often completely unpredictable and forever. But some of those explosions clear way for other things, some clear out stuff we can’t carry anymore, some of them just hurt and some are like fireworks – making us gasp at the colors and beauty.
This grief is hard, but it teaches and molds us. Grief makes us more aware of what is good in our lives and teaches us to never take for granted the joy of the moment. It gives perspective of what makes a good life.
For a moment it rips us to shreds, cruelly teasing us with what is lost. But that is not it’s final act – it puts us back together again, just a little differently then we were before. Grief is unavoidable. I’ve learned and am still learning how to live with it. For now, I am in the in-between. Like so many of us. I wish we talked more with each other about this, without fear and shame.
I miss Duke here in the in-between.
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