This rephrasing of John Lennon's famous quote summarizes what has happened in my life since I last posted here. You, my friends, already know this, but I wanted to share with you a little of what I've learned from my experience.
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It was a quiet summer Sunday afternoon. Having read the Sunday paper,
I was watching a golf tournament on TV and actually dozed off for a few
minutes. I woke up to Scout, our 10-year-old Labradoodle, woofing to go
out. I let him out and then, a few minutes later, checked on him because
my husband Jim was working in the yard and I knew he'd left the gate open.
I looked out in the yard for Jim, and saw him lying face down near the
pickup truck. My first thought was "oh, he's working on the sprinkler
lines." Instantaneously came another thought and the first clue that my
life was about change forever. "There aren't any sprinkler lines there.
This is VERY bad!" I grabbed my cell phone and ran to where he lay.
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Every person who is in a long-term relationship knows at some level of
awareness that one of the two partners will outlive the other. Jim and I
were married for 26 years and expected to spend at least 20 more together.
We had retirement plans, dreams of living in the Colorado foothills near
our grandchildren, visions of an active and happy old age together. But in a
heartbeat, all those plans became meaningless.
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I rolled Jim over, trying to start CPR, calling his name, slapping his face
lightly, begging him to respond. He didn’t look like himself because
there was no life, no joy, no love in his face. I could feel the door of
our life together closing. I was shaking too hard to dial my cell phone, so I
screamed for help and neighbors rushed into our yard. Pulling me away, they
started CPR and called 911. It all felt like an out-of-body experience. I was
watching this calmly but with a feeling of dread, knowing that, after this,
nothing would ever be the same. In that moment, I felt hollow inside, having no
sense of who I was or what would happen next. I was disconnected from the
person I had been, and empty of the person I would become.
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In the days that followed Jim’s death, I began to move from numbness to
feeling. One of my strongest feelings was fear. I was terrified -- of our
finances, of Jim's unfinished work as a builder and general contractor, of
being alone. Grief counselor and writer,
Christina Rasmussen, speaks of the fear associated with loss: "After
loss, we perceive the entire world as dangerous because the amygdala [part of
the brain that process sensory input] instantly compares new experiences with
this trauma and what it means in your life." I felt like I had landed in a
minefield with no clear path to safety. Besides the fear of all the knowns in
my life, I was terrified of the unknown. If my life could change this quickly
and unexpectedly, what other changes might be lurking ahead of me?

I have learned that this fear can be managed, that taking small steps and
risks will re-train my protective neural patterns to trust life again. I also
have learned from Christina's book that the life I have now is a preparation
for the life I am constructing out of the remnants of the past. This new
life will unfold as I walk forward, taking gradual steps, simple but
sustainable steps, on the path before me, the path to my future.