Remembering Dad At Christmas

Throughout recent weeks I have enjoyed seeing various posts from my friends and family on social media, detailing their holiday traditions. Everyone celebrates in their own way; some have a full calendar all month and others aren’t as busy. When I was growing up, our family wasn’t one of those families with a list of traditions a mile-long. Sure, we always had a Christmas tree and decorations, and at some point we would celebrate with extended family, but beyond that, it was different every year.

My heart has been so full watching my niece and nephew giggle with excitement over the arrival of all things Christmas. Christmas is a time that brings so many memories rushing back. Honestly, there was a time when I used to feel that I might have been missing something being in such a “non-traditional” family. But now, at 27, and this being the third Christmas without my dad, you know what I remember most?

  • The year we ordered in Chinese food for Christmas dinner.
  • The year where we had people coming through our house all day. (Dad loved taking in anyone that didn’t have a place)
  • The year we were done opening presents and dad sent me to the pantry to get a “snack” only for me to find my brand new bike.
  • The year dad had us open presents on the 23rd because he couldn’t contain his excitement about the presents he got us.

You know, I have tried so hard to remember what it was he got me that year that was worth opening two days early, but I can’t. But you know what I do remember? The one who gave the gifts. I remember the outrageous love of a man who was just as excited to give me my first car when I was 18 as he was to give me a Chia Pet (yes, it was on my wish list. no, I don’t know why) when I was 8. More than any “tradition”, that’s what I miss. I miss the giant, tear-filled smile on dad’s face anytime he gave a gift. It was the same smile he had when I graduated high school, when I would come home for a visit, and when he would read my latest blog post. The smile said more than the most extravagant gifts ever could. It said: you are loved more than you could possibly know. And while I miss him more than I could ever really express, the truth of his love is that it is still alive and with me always. I feel the huge void of his wit, laughter, cooking, and giant, tear-filled smile, but I also feel him near me. That’s the thing I’ve learned about unconditional love…not even death is a condition.

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I want to love like that. I wonder how different I would be if I hadn’t been loved like that all my life. I think we all have a hard time letting people in and really loving them. It’s scary. Loving big often means hurting big; both of which I have experienced this year. I’ve loved big, and I’ve lost big, but because of the example my dad gave me, I have no doubts that even when you lose, love is always worth it. So, I will continue to do my best to love well. I didn’t really know that this is where this post was going to end up, but it seems fitting because, well, love is what Christmas is all about. And in that way, Christmas was always the same. Dad’s ability to love so well only came from the love he had received early in his life from a God that loved him in a way no one on earth ever could. And that’s the Christmas story; that’s what it is for all of us. Amazing grace. Unconditional love.

Whether your Christmas is busy or mellow, whether you have a big family or a small one, whether you have a lot of traditions or just make it up as you go, I hope that we all find a moment to pause and simmer in the truth that we have the love of a Savior so extravagant that He took on a human form just like you and I, to truly empathize with all our human struggles all for the purpose of being able to have relationship with us. May we always be grateful for that love. And may we love well.

Wishing you a Merry Christmas,

Leslie Danielle

Christmas 2011 Our Last Christmas With Dad

Christmas 2011
Our Last Christmas With Dad

Grieving Through The Holidays

Shortly after my dad passed away, we attended a grief support group called Grief Share, where we learned several tools and truths that have helped us navigate the ever changing journey of grief. There are many things I took away from that group, but one of the things that is always a great help me is this: grief comes in waves and when the waves come, its best to lean into them instead of resisting them. Most of the time these waves are unpredictable; they come when you least expect it. You never really know how long it will last or how much time you have before another one hits.

There are some waves that tend to come at the same time every year. One of those times is the holidays. This time of year is so emotionally charged and filled with memories and flashbacks, and I have yet to find a way to escape it. Whether your loved one has been gone for decades, a few years, or this is the first holiday with an empty seat at the table…the holidays are hard. Bittersweet is probably the best word I can use to describe it. You feel so many things, most of which are complete opposites, but you experience them all at the same time. The combination of happy memories and the reality that the one you love is no longer here to make new memories inflicts a kind of pain that can’t really be described. But if you’ve lost a loved one, you probably know the exact feeling.

The holidays are supposed to be a happy time and you’re probably wondering why I’m writing all of this now. This is our third Christmas without my dad, and while I’m no expert, I’ve learned some things along this difficult journey that I would like to share with you as we all prepare for our various celebrations. And also, because I know too many people that will be having their first Christmas with the indescribable void of people they never imagined their lives without. And the truth is, grief makes most of us uncomfortable. We don’t really know how to process it and if you haven’t experienced it, there is so much about it that you don’t understand. A lot of us want to do or say something that can bring some relief and comfort to those we love, and sometimes from the best places in our hearts, we can say or do things that might cause more harm than good. This isn’t the same for everyone, but after talking amongst my family, we came up with some things that have been the most comfort and support for us and wanted to share those with you.

  • Be a safe place. Grief has many expressions and you never really know if something will make you laugh or cry. This kind of unpredictability is scary if you aren’t in a safe place, in addition to the pain you feel, the last thing you’re looking for is to be judged. I remember during our first Christmas without my dad, we were at a family gathering and a song came on that had a lot of memories attached and took us by surprise. It was a cross between not being able to breathe and tears coming so fast there wasn’t time to keep up. One of us rushed to skip the song, in an effort to make it hurt less, and someone that didn’t really understand what was going on, made a hurtful remark: “It’s just a song, what’s the big deal?” While I don’t believe it was malicious, it was hurtful. The big deal was that it was a song my dad and brother used to play/sing together every year. It wouldn’t be a big deal to anyone else, but to us it was huge. There are going to be things that you won’t understand, and that’s okay, as long as you create a safe space for those you love that are grieving to express whatever they are feeling. Because, like I mentioned earlier, it’s a wave and the thing about waves is…they pass. Ride the wave with us.
  • We might be a mess, join us in the mess. Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry, both are okay. My dad was hilarious, and as a result there are many of our memories of him that still make us laugh. And there are some things that we miss so much it brings tears. Both expressions are sacred. Grief is messy, especially during the holidays, but if you can be gracious and present with us, let us laugh, cry, and remember without judgment or ridicule, you will enter into a space in our hearts so special you will be one of a select few that aren’t afraid to get a little messy.
  • If you don’t know what to say, just sit down with us, its okay. Odds are, the silence might be a welcome change. We spend a lot of time talking about our loved ones and that’s important, and we appreciate that you let us, even if you’ve heard the story a thousand times. But often times, people feel like they need to give us some kind of wisdom or advice…sometimes that makes things worse. We aren’t looking for answers; we’re looking for a friend. If you don’t know what to say to us, its okay, you don’t have to say anything. Your presence with us in the silence will speak volumes.
  • Don’t be afraid of us. We’re mostly the same people, we’ve just been marked by something that changes a piece of us forever. When we feel like people are avoiding us because grief makes them uncomfortable, it hurts. We didn’t choose this path, and we still want our friends and family. From the very first day, my grandpa has probably been one of the people that has best been able to really be there for me. He has never tiptoed around my grief. When he feels the time is right, he will ask me questions, like what I miss most about my dad. He always remembers my dad at family gatherings. He tells me his stories about my dad. And sometimes he sits in silence with me. I have never felt him hesitate to be near me or my grief. It takes a special person. Be that person.
  • Love. However you express that best, just love us.

I’m not an expert, and will never claim to be one, but in the last few years I have experienced some of the best and worst of these things that I’ve mentioned. I’ve learned who the true friends in my life are and have been so richly blessed with people who don’t mind the mess. The holidays are hard, and there’s no way around it. But with the wonderful people in my life who love me well, they make a difficult season, a little less difficult.  Be those people.

Merry Christmas.

To those with an empty seat at the table this Christmas, you are in our thoughts and prayers.

Christmas 2011 Our Last Christmas With Dad

Christmas 2011
Our Last Christmas With Dad

A Letter To Cancer

Dear Cancer,

In March 2013 you came crashing into our world with complete disregard for the fact that it was a world barely standing. It was a world that had come crashing down around us only 9 months earlier when it was shattered by grief over losing dad. It didn’t matter to you that we were barely learning how to breathe again after that loss. Mom’s heart was broken and every day was a fight and then you went and started attacking her from the inside out. Your timing was cruel. Things we now know as “symptoms” were things we thought were normal parts of the grieving process. And then came the pain; the excruciating, incapacitating pain. You forced us to relive the horrors of the night dad died when we took mom to the ER for the first time. And then, a few hours later…you made yourself known. The scans showed a mass that could be indicative of ovarian cancer. CANCER. We heard that all too familiar sound of a world falling to pieces again. In those early days and weeks I remember fearing even saying your name. If I had to say it, it was never louder than a whisper. You were the elephant in the room until the diagnosis was confirmed. Stage IV Cancer. You were out for blood, you had plans of claiming another life. We were told our best chance was to build a team of people that have dedicated their lives to learning your sneaky ways so that they can find a way to obliterate you. We found our people. We formed our team. Our UCI heroes didn’t wear capes…they wore white coats. And from the beginning the goal was clear: for you to lose. We fought against insurmountable odds and you threw one curve ball and complication after the other. All along the phrase that was used constantly amongst our team was to be “cautiously optimistic” and we were. I think that angered you. You see, I think one of the biggest tricks you have up your sleeve is the lies you try to tell. You want people to believe that they are alone…both our medical team and our supportive relational team made sure we were never alone. You want people to believe their situation is hopeless…our team made sure we stayed hopeful, even if it was cautiously. And you try and convince people that you’re a death sentence…but you couldn’t change this one fact: mom wanted to live. She was choosing life for as long as there was breath in her lungs. Not even you can compete with that. Between our faith, her resolve, and our team, you really never stood a chance. In December 2013 we received the news that mom was CANCER FREE! She was free! Free of you! You had no place in our world anymore and we began to rebuild a twice shattered world. In May 2014 you snuck back in. We heard the word ‘recurrence’ and our hearts were crushed with dissapointment. But, remember that team we built? Without hesitation they got back into position and put another plan in motion. Your lies tried to creep up on us, but everything was different now. Mom was a survivor this time; a champion. A warrior that wasn’t afraid to go up against you, because she knew what winning was…and winning was the only option. That incredible team of ours put her on a clinical study. You know what that means? Every single day there are people working constantly to find new ways to beat you. And mom was committed to being a part of that. You know what else? It worked. In October 2014 the words CANCER FREE were spoken again. We have no guarantee that you won’t weasel your way back into our lives, in any one of our bodies. We celebrate the wins that we have had but only for a moment before we remember all those whose lives you claim each day. You show no bias; you sneak your way into the bodies of kids, women, men, young, old etc. Every day people hear your name for the first time and every day you make worlds crash down. And the real reason behind this letter is to tell you this: the days of your wins are numbered. I believe and have faith that in my lifetime you truly will be obliterated. You have claimed and broken too many lives. You will not continue to win. The lies you tell are simply that…lies. We know what our truth is. Our truth is that we are strong. We are brave. We are courageous. We are the ones who fight against you and all odds.

As a writer, it’s not a habit of mine to spoil the ending, but just so you know and can be sure….we win. You lose.

Sincerely,
A daughter who is tired of hearing your name,
Leslie Danielle

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