Vacations....Memories

Some days are just harder than others in this grieving process. Sometimes memories, photos or words seem to knock the wind out of me. We've had a crazy month of friends and family. In February, I got to walk down memory lane with friends we've had for 20 years. We went on several very fun trips with them to Mexico, Disneyland and other places. We looked at those photos and fondly remembered the 4th of July. I'm looking forward to spending that day with them this year, our first 4th of July without Steve.

On our trip to Mexico in August 1997 we had a fabulous trip. We stayed in a beautiful room, ate amazing food and had lots of fun. We go to rent scooters, jet skis, had drinks at the "Office" and swam in a fountain that we thought was a pool. Steve was so much fun. I thought for sure he was going to propose that trip, but he didn't. He waited until October 16th. It was still a great trip. I remember he and Ernie being crazy on the scooters, but that was nothing new. My "niece", Sophia, asked Ernie about his craziest memory and he couldn't decide between that, skiing or other trips we had. My crazy love!!

Our trip we just returned from was Giants Spring Training. Steve used to love that trip with his Dad, Brother, Brother-in-law and nephews. He would probably object to my going, but the boys obviously can't travel on their own! :-) It used to be a "boys" weekend, which is probably why there's no pictures of any of their trips. We had an amazing time with the family though. The boys love Uncle Kyle, are in awe he knows so many people. The boys had a great time swimming and going to a Giants game. Jeremy was so proud and excited to be there, he even caught a fly ball! He kept asking if Daddy would have been excited to bring them. I am sad Steve never got to take the boys to Arizona, but we know he was there in spirit.

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It seems as if I ask myself, "What is Gods plan for us?" over 100 times a day. I'm still so surprised that His plan included taking my husband from me after only 16 years together. The little girl who lost her mother at 11, who always felt alone, is now alone again. I know he wants us to rely on him, but it's hard. We talk about community a lot in our church and that God puts people in our lives for a reason. Why did He decide it was time to take Steve out of ours? We'll never know the reason and right now, with our souls so raw, it's hard to even imagine there is a plan.

It seems as if the world is abundant with answered prayer. I know, I know, we've had answered prayer too. It was a blessing Steve got to come home in October. It was a blessing we got to go there. It was a blessing God made a way (both weather and life wise) for us to get down there the day before Steve died, but it's so hard when you hear of medical miracles happening and people getting better. I honestly thought Steve would get better. I honestly thought God have given me that picture to look forward to. A friend told me yesterday that God did give me the picture, but my perspective was skewed. The picture is many years from now when I see Steve again in Heaven. That's hard to hear. Does that mean we'll have a miserable life for the next 40 or 50 years and then we get to Steve after we've served our time?

I know God is trying to comfort me, but I just keep asking why. I haven't opened my Bible in over 2 months. My pain, faith, comfort, confidence, it all comes and goes, but the question is still there. I just go, day by day. My biggest frustration is that the boys are left without a father. I know God is their Heavenly Father, but it's just not the same.

My struggle with my faith has me convicted, so, this morning, I opened the daily devotional I get in my email inbox each morning. I have been deleting them on a regular basis, not having the strength to open the email, in case it was about marriage or love or communication or anything relating to a couple. I get two emails and yep, the first one I opened was about marriage. I promptly deleted it. I tentatively hovered my mouse over the second one. I clicked. mmm, "...she lives happily ever after" was the title. As I read through, it was like I was reading about my life. The author was in the middle of a book that was set in horrible circumstances, but she powered through the 1,000 page novel because she had to imagine things would get better. If she had stopped at page 452 or Chapter 9, the horrible circumstances would be never ending, but good did triumph in the end, but not without bumps along the road.

I guess I'm at page 452 or Chapter 9, I'm stuck in an awful circumstance and as the devotional said, 'one way or another, our story will end well. But not every page or chapter in our story is happy.' I know God has a purpose for my life and He uses every day to build my story. 'No story is conflict-free. No story is complete without a challenge. Victory is empty without a struggle....Today is not the whole story, it's just page 452.'

Please pray for me and my boys. Pray that we continue to move forward as individuals who use this for good. Pray that we grow stronger as a family unit and that we don't get swallowed in grief. Pray that we continue to move forward towards our happily ever after.

Life and Death Feelings over a Voicemail

January 31st started out much like every other day over the past two months. Sadness is a part of each day, but you just manage to move forward with each day.

I'm not sure why, but the enemy decided that yesterday I needed a dramatic shift in my emotions. It started off with an unusual conversation and me questioning a lot of different things. That transformed into overwhelming sadness and grief. I had done a software update on my phone on Sunday and it had completely deleted all of my voicemails prior to January 3rd. That list of voicemails included 3 from Steve. Not to hear his voice, not to hear his words, it all threw me back into complete grief. Three missing voicemails made me feel like I had lost Steve all over again. I went to AT&T and called AT&T and it seemed there was nothing I could do. I was completely devastated.

I felt almost numb the rest of the day. We had our appointment at the Dougy Center (grief center for families) that evening at 5pm and I really didn't want to go. Jeremy was looking forward to it, so I bucked up and took them. The center is great and I know it will be great for the boys, but I was thrown for another loop when they told us we wouldn't start for 6-8 weeks. That was definitely a blow that ended an already horrible day.

I prayed over and over that I would get those voicemails back.

I know I was overreacting and panicking about the voicemails, but I decided to contact the Apple Store at Bridgeport Village. I am so excited that I did. The girl on the phone was able to walk me through doing a restore on my phone back to November 4th. After going through the restore and back-up I was not hopeful. It had taken almost 2 hours, but when I went into the voicemails, they were all there. I listened to the message from Steve from my birthday and was so joyful to hear his voice wishing me a happy birthday, calling me babydoll and wanting to call him back. I so wish I could call him back right now. Let me tell you, I will buy any Apple product from now on at that store. I'm also planning on taking the staff there cookies. I'm so happy someone could help me restore those precious memories. I instantly took those messages and made voice memos out of them on the other phone and I will put them on a disc with our pictures and videos to save.

I wanted to write this all down before I restore my phone again to get it updated. As I looked through my phone I noticed everything was there, including texts from Steve. I looked back through and it's a lot of talk about the boys and life. However, there are some sweet texts I want to remember: October 17th (our anniversary); Steve and I had been talking on the phone and he told me how much he appreciated me and the boys. He texted immediately after we hung up "I do and would do it all over again. I love you." That text got me thinking, even with all of the pain and tears, even if I knew this would be the outcome, I would choose Steve all over again.

As I scrolled through, a lot of the text messages near the end of his life were of fear. I tried to reassure him that he would be okay. I guess, in a way, I was right, he is okay, he's with Jesus now. We're the one's not okay, but we will be.

I will leave you with words I heard almost every day for 16 years. Steve said these words until the day he died, but he texted them to me on October 25th: "Goodnight Babydoll!"