As long as we are remembered...

I had grief group last night.
I love that place...but last night I hated it.
I hated it because I sat there looking at those sad people...thinking I didn't want to ever be one of "those" people...wait...I AM ONE of "those" people.
In my group, I think I am the most "removed" from my death...to me meaning that I am the one who's said death happened the longest ago. Mine is 8 years...some are as little as two months. We are a large range. I am there for different reasons that some of the others, but then again...we are all there for the same reasons too. I don't look at myself as a "tragedy case". There is always someone worse off. I have had two immediate family member deaths and my fair share of extended family as well. I have grown from them, learned from them, and now embrace them. They have made me who I am today...still causing some weakness though. I wouldn't trade my deaths for anything of the things I just mentioned...but it is what it is...this is what I have been handed...and I CAN HANDLE IT! I think...
I like to go to know I am not alone...

Last night I had a reality...I mean I have definitely thought about this before...but last night it head me in the face...HARD.
One of my fellow grievers is a widow now. His precious wife passed away. He is so young and she was so young. I can't imagine loving someone so much and then their lives being taken away in a split second. I do not want to be him...but I don't know what the future holds. I have faith it will treat me well...afterall, I have had my share plus some! THE ONLY thing I can do about this...is live life to the fullest. Tell everyone how much they mean to me anytime I can.

I found this quote that goes perfectly with this post.
"We live as long as we are remembered..."

Death's Clean Up Crew

I found my friend Jamie on Facebook a few months ago. I know this darling gift of a person through Camp Erin.

Jamie is our clinical coordinator. The one who coordinates all the clinical stuff...really. She is good at it too. Her job title as she calls it is, "Death's Clean Up Crew". I tend to agree.

Tonight was grief group. One of my little people is facinated with the fact that "you don't have to clean up" at grief group. (it wastes time that we don't want to waste while the kids are there) It still bothers her. I catch her trying to clean up...even just a little. Her momma raised her right!

After watching her tonight...I started thinking...she has been through enough...she shouldn't have to clean up...we are "death's clean up crew". We are trying to help her...and clean up after her...toys and all.