Sometimes computers are hard for me. Or maybe it’s just my I phone. When I tried to re-blog this post with my phone, other random post parts jumped in uninvited. I deleted the post, and now, I’m starting over on the lap top. But it says I already re-blogged the post. Oh Well, there’s always a way.
I like the post from Eric Tonningsen’s blog because it gives three clear suggestions to help make coping with very hard things possible.
Like in January when I put my Golden Retriever, Jesse, “to sleep.” I had no idea when I started to re-blog Eric’s post that I’d get to process some of this grief again, but that’s how grief is sometimes.
I used Eric’s suggestions then and now.
I found, and still find, beauty in the memories of our life together, Jesse’s protectiveness, and how he loved to swim.
I let family help me but asking my husband to carry some of the weight (figuratively and literally carrying Jesse when he couldn’t walk) and calling my father on the phone from the vet’s office to pray with us.
I had compassion for myself, reminding myself of all that I’d done to try to make Jesse comfortable, and that I would get through saying goodbye to him. I feel sad remembering this now, but after nine months, it has gotten easier: the waves of sadness do not come as often and they’re not as intense. (Deep breath.)
I would just like to add that, in my experience, God can help too. When I don’t feel like I have the strength to get through something, I ask:
“God help me, get through this,”
Courage comes to me from a power greater than myself.
I know I am never alone.