My past has caught up to me ....but it the most amazing way , and I cant help but think Patty has had something to do with this . I had a really tough time this past week with losing her, maybe its because shes closer than ever , but no matter how close she is now , shes still is completely out of my reach ...something that is eating away at me.
They say that time heals all wounds . I personally have not found this to be true , but what I have found is that it TRYS . However, while time is trying to heal wounds , GRIEF is working against it , trying to REOPEN old wounds.
So even as TIME stitches you up , sets you on your feet and sends you on your way with a little package of confidence that you will get thru this ..... GRIEF comes running up behind you , grabs you by the neck , shreds your care package of confidence and rips you all back open .
How much spills out - is up to you . A lot of people become infected with GRIEF so much that they turn on themselves ....helping to rip their own wounds open , and usually creating new ones . Time stands by patiently , but sighs sadly .
Eventually after enough of these battles a scar forms ....but scars are only visible proof of unmeasured damage . Scars are only reminders you've fought a battle , they don't help you win or lose .
Ive been losing this week . Badly . So much so Ive been afraid to drive in the car as thats where grief usually attacks me relentlessly. Despite the fact I'm going 65 miles an hour , it seems to have no trouble keeping up . Patty helps me fight ...she sends me songs to show her presence , but driving a car , while fighting grief , and all of it thru swollen eyes and non stop tears isn't the easiest thing .
I am fighting though , and refusing to turn on myself , though trust me the urge is there . This week Patty sent me more than songs . She sent me people . People who meant the absolute WORLD to both of us . People who shared in the most amazing experience with both of us .....people we went to " CAMP " with .
If you didn't go to camp TRUST ME ....YOU MISSED OUT .
I went to two ....but it was my second camp that was so special to Patty and I , it was never out of our thoughts for long . This particular camp is utterly magic . There's something about this place that draws you in and keeps you ...bonds you the land that its built on so that 100 years later you STILL want to go back . And people do . The camps been around for over 100 years and its incredible the way long ago campers find there way back. People from 50 -60 - 70 years ago , still so drawn to the land ....still so aware of its magic .
You cant talk about camp with people who haven't been ...but Ive been thinking about it a lot lately as Patty wished more than anything she could go back . As she got sicker and sicker , the urge got stronger and stronger . There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't say , hey doesn't that smell remind you of camp , or perk up at the sound of a " camp song " on the radio .
I truly cant help but think she had a hand in the mini reunion going on now . The memories that are coming back to life as more people join in , and add to them . There's strength in these memories ...strength in reminiscing with Patty's oldest Best-est friends ....with seeing pictures of her when she was strong and happy . Strength that slows down grief ....... SO even though it still rips my heart out , it can no longer throw it on the ground and stomp it into a million little pieces .
Makes it much easier to pick up and put back .