An unexpected grief trigger
Just celebrated another birthday, but this post isn’t about that. Then again, it is. You see, today, I’m sharing a little story about an unexpected, birthday-related grief trigger. I would love it if you shared a grief-trigger story of yours at the end of this post.
Sometimes, grief triggers are expected. You are prepared, or at least you think you are. Certain dates on the calendar, events, holidays or memories, you learn to prepare yourself for.
As years go by, you figure out how to live with grief. You steel yourself for those expected triggers. You learn how to live without your person/people.
And yet, now and then, an unexpected grief trigger still throws you off guard.
Recently, while sorting, sifting and determining stuff worthy of keeping or not worthy of keeping, I came across an old birthday card my dad had sent me. It was tucked away inside a book I just happened to pick off the shelf and peek inside of.
Finding and reading that birthday card made me gasp. I had an actual physical reaction.
Has this ever happened to you?
My dad was a man of few words. Words he did speak were always words worth listening to. He didn’t write many letters or send a lot of cards either. But after my mother died, he never missed sending me a birthday card which always included a short note. Not surprisingly, his cards were always of the humorous type. Expressing emotions through humor was easier for him.
This card was no different.
Here’s the front:
Here’s the message inside:
There was also a brief note, written in his notoriously poor handwriting. He wrote about the weather. Yes, of course, he did. Meteorology and tracking weather conditions around the globe was one of his passions. I kid you not, if you had named any US city, he likely could’ve rattled off the average high and low temps as well as average percip amounts — for any season.
Finding that birthday card, seeing his unruly penmanship and reading his greeting and one-word signoff made me sad and teary eyed. But it also brought me joy and definitely made me smile. I felt special in the way only your dad can make you feel special. While reading that card, somehow, I felt his presence; I felt his love.
It was a birthday present like none other.
Why I didn’t save more cards over the years, I do not know. I mean, I’ve hung onto a ton of stuff I totally did not and will not need or likely even ever want.
One thing’s, for sure; I won’t be tossing out this treasure any time soon.
Now, I’d love to hear one of yours.
You might want to read:
Grief Triggers, You Just Never Know
Not Just Another Birthday
Do you have a grief-trigger story (any sort) to share and/or how do you handle grief triggers?
Have you saved any or all cards you’ve received from certain people through the years?
Do you have a meaningful memento or keepsake from (or that reminds you of) a loved one who’s died that you’d never part with?
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