Spring is developing into wonderful anxiously awaited season, with great things in bloom. My bloodshot eyes and continual runny nose can attest to its arrival. Spring means different things to many. In our life, it had always involved spring football with a culmination at the end a “spring game”. This is the first time in 30 plus years -24 that I have been part of, that we haven’t attended one. Knowing how important to Don this tradition is, we started planning. Even if from the sidelines, he would like to watch, this is food for his soul. The plans were to voyage to Boston, a place we fondly called home, to watch the BC Eagles take the field under their new leadership. Then the unfathomable traumatic events occurred and we thought better than to travel. With the devastation that was besieged on this great community we started to place in prospective our simple feelings of wants and looked at the greater city and people’s needs. Moments of prayers followed as we watched and listened to the events unfold, while being in constant contact with our friends that remain there and then we cheered at the conclusion. The Boston College spring game was cancelled, as it should be, but we witnessed an unplanned game, of good vs evil and goodness won!
Mrs. Debby’s Balloon Release
Life changes all around us, whether we want or are open to it, or not. My youngest daughters beloved preschool teacher passed away from breast cancer at a very early age. How to explain the loss to a 5-year-old child, I thought, was going to be difficult. This was the second teacher / friend we had lost to cancer in a short period of time. A collective group of mothers decided to have a balloon release ceremony to help the children let go physically of something, say a prayer, watch the balloon rise, disappear into a greater place and trust in life again. The kids held on securely to their balloons as they each said something special about Mrs. Debby and then, it was time to say goodbye. As the release happened, I slowly looked around. The adults with tears, myself included, but each child had a grin so wide it was hard not to feel their sense of trust, that in letting go, everything will be ok.
It was with wonderment I watched Hadley. Inspiring to me. Helping me believe that there was a time when we / I were free to accept change. We ALL make adjustments in life and have to accept new realities, whatever that may be and for us, now, that includes no spring football. It’s not just a game but it’s been a way of life that we are letting go of. I believe it hurts Don to his core and for those of us who witness his inner sadness, it is difficult. There are different ways to experience loss and nothing can compare to the tragic way the people of Boston are grieving, but I do believe that living with a disease is its own form of loss. As an adult I wish I had the ability to let go of something, truly release it, and not hold on, as my 5-year-old does. I am re-learning.