Processing a Year

I’m writing this as I listen to my chickens doing their egg-laying clucking, reflecting on how a year ago Erica and I were closing on this house with nothing but dreams and hopes. Listening to my chickens as I reflect on this past year gives me a full-circle feeling.

As I’m sitting here, I’m reflecting on all the steps I have made to be where I am now. The feelings I’ve forced myself to sit with, the processes I’ve arduously worked through to feel ready to enter the world again. I’m currently studying for my National Counselors exam that I will promptly schedule once the licensing board reviews my application for associate licensed counselor and gives me approval.

I have a job anxiously waiting for me to get started once this process is over, and to my surprise, I am just as anxious as they are for this to happen. I resisted getting a job where I would leave the house for fear that I would crumble, especially if it was me sitting with others during their process.

I honestly had given up on the idea of returning to the field of counseling until just a few months ago; as I’ve shared before, I was growing tired of the floundering feeling. I was seeking the answers, the path, the next step. I was not enjoying the period of uncertainty of what I should be doing, and I judged my struggle in this process.

The truth is, pain is inevitable; suffering is optional. I needed this year to leave me flopping around between failed opportunities and relationships to truly work through my resistance to going back to what I know. I didn’t need to judge myself so harshly while experiencing this shedding of an old identity, but I chose a little bit of suffering to top my pain.

To make a transition from being a caregiver, something I felt so ingrained into my being, into my next step, I expected there to be plasticity in the process. The truth is I needed the friction. It helped me see things from a new perspective, the one needed to see how capable I am of handling friction, handling the uncomfortable, and handling other people’s processes.

There are some ways in which I had hoped I would be further along by now. I would have a stable career under me, and I would know at the beginning of each month I wouldn’t have a panic attack at how I was going to pay my bills. While I’m not there in life, I’m more “stable” in other ways than I had anticipated.

Once thinking I would never be able to exist in a crowded public space without panic attacks, they are rare now. Once thinking I would never be able to open up to dating again, has had some success, although none lasting, that doesn’t matter :)

Getting back into studying all things psychology-related, I stumbled upon a quote from Carl Young, “Only the paradox comes anywhere near to comprehending the fullness of life.”

The paradox of not feeling stable yet feeling the most stable I have in years perfectly sums up what this past year has held for me. In so many ways, I’ve exceeded my hopes and anticipations with living here, and in many others, I have much work to do!

However, now I can confidently say I have no doubt I truly can show up and do all that is needed of me now, and that to me is far greater than a financial success story. I know I’m on my path, and I know I am capable, and NOW I know that however this unfolds, I’ll be able to show up wholeheartedly.

Welcome to the Community

Today walking through our field, a truck drove by, beeping its horn and waving at me. I didn't recognize the truck, but I was delighted with the hello nonetheless and waved like a girl in a parade. It made me the simplest kind of happy. I was recognized as someone in this community. 

I've felt denied by this community recently. I tried multiple avenues to get into the local art community. With a brain full of rejection I’m in a moment of reflection on what life is bringing me. Because of the ways in which occupying a creative space helps my very being, I am not so easily willing to walk away from art.

Paint covered canvases, journals full of scribbled words, bellies full of home grown food, medicines made from this land, new perspectives, deeper connections, new connections. It’s all very much a part of the oxygen I breathe, and it will not stop being that, even if I decide to take on a new means of sustaining my life here.

Although I’m not entirely sure if art will expand in the ways I had originally hoped it would I feel more joyful and excited about what I create and the time I spend doing it. It’s all inspired heavily by this whimsical land I get to occupy and be surrounded by. In truth, that makes what I’m making stand on it’s own in providing for me, because it’s filling me with an energy that I can’t tap into in other spaces.

This land is my dream; getting to have chickens and my garden producing more than I expected in it’s first year has filled a piece of me I didn’t know was empty. Meeting new people and forming connections with them has shown me different sides of myself. There’s an ever evolving energy and it’s source comes straight from these mountains.

The Blue Ridge mountains being the second oldest mountain range in the world and how it’s changed over millions of years, is a medicine that seeps into everyone’s being when they experience this land. It’s rich in it’s history and energy. It’s heavily becoming a part of my art, my writing, and my core.

This land is offering me far more than I am maybe worthy of already. Wild elderberry, yarrow, passion flowers, reishi mushrooms, walls of honeysuckle ,and blackberries. So much wild, delicious beauty I can't even observe it all. Heron visits, otter visits, new birds I still haven't identified. 

In many ways, I have to check myself when I even question my path, cause I'll say things like, “I thought when Steve passed, life would present this path forward for me,” as if life didn't already do that. I'm here, and I have to remind myself that THIS is my path. Many questions remain for me, but there is one thing I am certain of I am full of gratitude. So much so that I live to the point of tears daily.

I've been having visions of me walking through tall grasses, seemingly lost, and turning around, being able to see it was a path all along. It speaks to this waiting I spent many months in, the waiting to know the answers, the waiting to share my life for when I’m “established”, the waiting for this big life moment. I’m no longer in waiting, and more into trusting.

So, today I’m checking in as a girl who doesn’t have all the answers, BUT is known enough around here that people beep at me, wanting to say hi. I harvested herbs + food from my garden three times now since I planted. My chickens follow me when we do our free-range time. I still write and have books living in me working there way out. I’m forming relationships that will have lasting effects on me far beyond my understanding currently. Most importantly, I’m a girl showing up to her days, ready to work with what it’s bringing me, gaining confidence walking through these glorious wild grasses. Even if I can’t always see the next step, I’m taking it.

I recently added new paintings and weavings to the site and your continued support is why I am still able to have hours in that creative space that provides so much healing to me. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for believing in me. My pain oil is also available with some other herbal remedies brewing sourced straight from this land. I am thankful for the opportunity to share these healing medicines with y’all. I’m thankful for those who see me and believe in me, and that includes every one of you reading this.

To turn left or right

I've been waiting for the real words to come. When will I be able to write anything aside from Wow! Look where I get to live? There's so much more going on with me than just being taken with my surroundings. It feels like I'm in such a transition. The words are ruminating; it's like making a tincture; you have to let it Brew.

It feels that it is time to sit and try to write. Here is my attempt. This is motivated by two questions I am frequently asked. 1. I get asked regularly if there's a list to help people who have been newly diagnosed. 2. I get asked regularly if I have help for those who have recently lost someone. Each experience is unique, whether it be with ALS or loss. However, I put a lot of thought into this, seeing as my messages are frequently full of these questions,so here’s what I have. 

I'm going to start with the loss because that's what's fresh for me. Most caregivers will learn that you can be simultaneously grateful for what support you get and disappointed by those who are not showing up for you. It's a paradox that is heightened in times of great need. This doesn't go away when you lose your loved one. Now you have time to honestly evaluate what relationships are worth continuing to put the energy in and which ones might be time to let go. You will be so surprised by how some people show up for you; allow those pleasant surprises to lessen the blow of the disappointment in those who don't. 

They're going to be people who don't understand your way of grieving. You may feel people's judgments whether they say them out loud in sly comments or in the way they treat you. This is one of those moments where I assure you, whatever you are feeling is how you should be feeling. Please never allow someone to dictate how your process looks for you. No one is in your exact shoes, so they have no way of knowing how you should be walking. 

Another paradox will be that you will be missing your person with every ounce of you AND feeling relief that they no longer have to suffer so much. This goes for those who've had to watch their loved ones deteriorate in front of them slowly, so I suppose I'm speaking to the terminally ill widows. I don't know that I can relate to the sudden loss. I married Steve, knowing that ALS would take him bit by bit in front of me.  It gave us a unique relationship where we truly learned each day was a gift. It didn't mean we didn't argue, and it didn't mean that some days we didn’t let those arguments turn us into monsters. It just meant we knew we had to face it directly and quickly before it was too late. I know Steve and I would have had a different relationship without ALS, and I'm grateful for the one we did have. 

There are days when I realize he was the only person who understood me in the whole world. There are days that I wonder if I understand myself. There are days where I wonder how I'm supposed to figure out how to carry on. The next day, I remember that being alive is a gift that Steve would want me to work to recognize this gift and live the fullest I can. The keyword here is work. My life on the outside seems all trees and daydreams. It seems I'm just out adventuring without a care in the world. The truth is I'm trying to allow this beautiful land I'm privileged to now call home; help me figure this out. Because, I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing. 

Creating art is the only thing that makes sense to me. I suppose it's because I had created so much art while Steve was alive that it feels like a piece of home is still here. The act of making something makes my heart pump and reminds me that I am alive. Will it be enough to pay the bills I walked into having to pay? Time will tell. What then if it doesn’t? Trust me; I feel everyone wondering what I'm supposed to do, which doesn't help as I'm over here floundering like a fish out of water. From talking to other past caregivers, I know this is the typical experience we all have when we lose our person. Especially when taking care of that person was your 24/7. I also know life led me to Steve, and it made me strong enough to walk our path even when I thought I couldn't, so there's no way it's going to give up on me now; even though it feels like I'm going to be wandering lost forever. 

I downloaded this new app called all trails because sometimes, when I'm hiking, I get confused by the trails. I don't understand which direction I should go, so I look at the map, telling me if I should turn left or right. I wish post caregiving life came with an all trails app; what direction should I go? I suppose it depends on how much you shared your life while you were caregiving, if you can even relate to some of the things I'm experiencing. Everyone was so supportive of our story, and they loved it, and that meant a lot to us, and still does. Now, however, there are some days I don't want to talk about our story because a part of me feels like it's keeping me stuck in this place that I no longer get to even have. I know in real life there is no timeline to figure out what's next, but I made a decision and bought a house without a job already lined up, which happens more often to caregivers than not.

So will this art life fund this new life? I don't know. Because I don't know, I decided to quit smoking cannabis. This wasn't a light decision; however, it came a little easier than I would have ever anticipated it. I drove home for Christmas and didn't want to drive with it. I brought some edibles and didn't want to take them. I didn't have too much trouble sleeping because we had lots of wine. I came back to the mountains and realized now it's my time because I will have to get a job eventually if this doesn't work, and that means passing a drug test. However, I found myself wanting to drink to sleep, and I didn't want to create that problem. For the record, I don't believe cannabis is a problem. However, for the job that I'm qualified for, I would have to pass a drug test. Once I learned I could sleep without either, I decided it was time to see who I am without it. I've been using it daily for close to nine years. So I suppose you're wondering how I feel? At first, I felt like I didn't have any thoughts anymore. I didn't have any creative writing anymore; I didn't have these beautiful musings coming out of me anymore. So I felt like I wasn't myself. I mean, I suppose you can say I feel accomplished, that it's been over a month, and I'm now employable, so to speak. But what does that mean anyway.?

Okay let’s make a hard right turn on that trail now to question number 2. 

My first and most important piece of advice I have for someone whose family member has been newly diagnosed; is to have the hard conversations right away. You don't want to. I get it, it's already hard enough to swallow this diagnosis; why would you already start facing things that aren't here yet? It's a contradiction to my next piece of advice because that is to take it as it comes. So let me explain. 

If you don't have the hard conversations about how your loved one wants to live this out, then you don't know. Unfortunately, with ALS, you don't know what it's going to bring and when. If I didn't have a conversation with Steve about if he wanted to be trached or not, I wouldn't have known what to do when he was put into an emergency coma, and it was his only option to survive. I pray no one's journey is as turbulent and unexpected as that, and the truth is it's not for everyone.  Which is why I say take it as it comes. It is not useful or productive to wait for the other shoe to drop. Especially because you know with ALS, that shoe will drop. I believe the best thing you can do when someone is first diagnosed is to say, hey, I want to be here for you the whole step of the way; I need to know how far you want to take this, and I want you to know that you can change your mind at any time. We will take it as it comes. If anything happens, I would like to know I am doing your will. This was a piece of advice given to me in the beginning that thankfully I took no matter how hard it was. The truth is it was never-ending having these conversations. They get easier as time goes on. Because it’s already been established that all you want to do is help your loved one live out their wishes at the end of their life.

In terms of concrete medical advice, it's hard to give that to a newly diagnosed patient because the disease manifests so differently from person to person. Still, I will say weight loss is the enemy, and so is choking; learning to get those calories safely might be the first thing to tackle.

Remember, if one doctor doesn't help you, there are others. It may seem like you will never find a doctor, but you will don't give up. Keep trying. One day you'll come across a doctor who will help everything fall into place. 

You are your person's most prominent advocate, and ultimately you may end up being their voice, so remember how important you are in helping them live their wishes. 

I want you to know the fact that you even ask how you can help your loved one who was just diagnosed makes you f’ing amazing. No matter how much you have to give to this person, those first days are brutal and your being there is invaluable. No one expects you to get it right all the time because, in this situation, it's one that you figure out as you go along. Caring, that right there is the first step, and you've already done it.

If you want to support my artist life, you can. On my website there are new items available under each category. I love you all.

Answering the call from Mineral Bluff

Hello from my new home in the Georgia mountains! I have been wanting to write this blog since moving here, but I’ve been a bit hyper focused on unpacking, ripping up carpet (if you know me you knew I’d change something here), decorating, getting the lay of the land, sorting out the challenges of mountain living .

I remember feeling like the universe was unfolding a pre-made plan for me when I met Steve. The feeling of synchronicity in how our worlds collided again simply because of people who really shouldn’t have been in our lives (ie bad influences). That feeling of knowing I was supposed to meet the person in front of me right when I did, and how I knew he was going to be a big part of my life and change me.

I feel this same feeling about this house. When I was on my river trip, Mineral Bluff put it’s hooks in me, and I felt when I got home like I left a huge part of my soul there. When my friend Erica and I both started discussions about buying a house together, I really was just thankful for someone who was willing to take a risk on me and help make this transition a positive one that I had no real attachment to the outcome of where we would move.

We talked at length about options, joined Zillow to share our liked houses, discussed our realistic budgets and how if we did more than a set number for my sake 50/50 would have to change, and our willingness to compromise. We had this dream property in mind, and in all the places we went to see in person it just so happened that Mineral Bluff was the perfect space. It was in the budget, it had the land, the nature, the views, and well it was as if my soul was answering a call to return to Mineral Bluff. The synchronicity of it is that this was a house my roommate had picked out and fell in love with online, and that I was being called to live here so powerfully that it spoke to her too!

Leaving the house where Steve and I spent our entire relationship terrified me. When we got our first offer for someone to buy it, it was on the exact day 9 years later that I had moved in with Steve. I read a Facebook status that said, “All moved in with Steve Dezember II I hope he knows what he’s in for ;)” minutes before his parents texted me that they had a good offer on the house.

Now that I am in the position to share the details of this place, I would like to thank my roommate for being willing to pay extra to make this dream come true for both of us, I would like to thank Steve’s parents for giving me some of the money they made from the Johns Creek house. The house was sold as a fixer upper, as it was out of my capabilities to maintain the house that had already had problems while taking care of Steve full time. As sad as I was to let go of this house, I did feel a sense of relief to not have to look at the mountain of problems as well as a sense of happiness that the house would get the care it honestly deserved the past 9 years.

I’m thankful to everyone who bought my art and belongings I was desperately trying to sell to come up with our deposit for this house, I’m thankful for the life insurance policy that Steve’s old job had without our knowledge so I could have some kind of foundation to start to build this next step. I have honestly felt this strange mix of gratefulness and guilt for how provided for I’ve been my whole life, but I thankfully have the hindsight to know this is for a reason.

I feel it’s preparing me for what big next thing that is in store for me. Although, I have a million ideas and dreams I won’t even pretend I have it all sorted out. Honestly, life has brought me to so many beautifully challenging and rewarding places, that I have learned to trust the unfolding of things. What a beautiful gift walking through my life has given me, that perception of trusting the process and steady walking one foot in front of the other.

Since being in this beautiful place, I have been in awe of the views. Our property alone is enough to keep me enamored for all of my days but in our curiosity of the area we are being pulled to the stunning scenery all around us like magnets. Honestly you can’t even drive the grocery store without seeing something breathtaking. I have to constantly remind myself, that I get to live here. It doesn’t feel real.

Aside from my fears of if I could pull this all off, my biggest anxiety about moving was not feeling Steve anymore. I thought if I left the space we shared most of our time, he wouldn’t still be as present. I’m so relieved and overwhelmed with how much I do feel him here. When I see a stunning view I know he’s smiling at my excitement, I know he’s as giddy as I am as I obsess over the wild turkeys who come in our yard. I have had more clear dreams since being here, one repeatedly where he tells me, “I helped my parents and Erica make this happen for you, and I couldn’t be happier.”

Erica, my roommate, and Steve did have constant conversations about my next step and although we didn’t know she would be in the position to buy a house with me, she did tell him, not to worry that she was going to be there for me. Steve’s parents and him had many conversations about the house and although it wasn’t how we imagined the house to work out if it hadn’t had to be the way it was, then I wouldn’t be here today.

Each struggle I’ve experienced in life has led me to being strong enough to walk straight into a situation I knew would challenge me. I knew I could take care of Steve, not just because I knew love would guide me, but because my childhood prepared me. I know my time of caring for Steve has prepared me to be able to walk into whatever is calling me next in confidence.

Now to get fully settled in and continue to find my flow here. I’m slowing getting my creative time in, and working my way to being unpacked enough to not have the anxiety of clutter, and honestly this place called me here and I can not wait to see what it helps me to create!! Thank you again for continuing to support me. I hope you can feel Steve’s gratitude in not discontinuing to rally behind me when he left this realm. Thank you for sharing in the excitement with me. Your messages of joy have honestly taken my breath away. I truly feel honored to be chosen to live here and I cannot wait to continue to share it with you all.

It’s been a wild journey and if I could pull Steve down from the heavens to join me I would, but for now I’ll do the next best thing and that is to enjoy every day I’m gifted with down here in my little patch of Earth. I will remember to be grateful as I work through the challenges of life, and I will soak up every ounce of magic this place has to offer. Not just because I promised Steve I would, but because I know it’s why I’m here. I’m so thankful I’m here.

In Transition

Hey y’all. I am coming to you in the middle of pure chaos. I wanted to write everyone an update as well as share a few ways you can support me in this massive transition I am in the middle of.

I started August spending the first week at a river house Steve chose for me in 2016. A month after Steve passed I started reading old journals to trigger my memory for writing. I reached a journal from 2016, it was after one of our many hospital stays where doctors were telling us what was going on with Steve would not end well. I found the list that was titled, “Steve’s list, what Hope should do when Steve dies.”

I actually wrote an entire chapter of my book about this list, but number one was to spend a week at the river to heal, refocus, write, and have some space to dream about what the possibilities are for my future.

The week at the river was an amazing experience, I took our dog Marlowe, and it was our first adventure together. Everyday while I was at this river in the mountains I spoke clear intentions on wanting to find any way to find myself living in the mountains. I was inspired, focused, and energized by this spot in the Blue Ridge mountains. It was located on the Toccoa River, which was full of beavers, geese, and herons, and the most gorgeous misty foggy mornings and evenings.

The very day we returned home, my father in law reached out to me that our initial plans we had made for me to start taking over the payments of this house wasn’t going to work. We discussed the options and together we agreed it was in both of our best interests to sell this house.

The past two weeks have been full of processing what this means, trying to understand how to make the very poor financial standing I’m in work for future living, sorting through all of my belongings to try to sell and generate money, try to start packing, and figure out where I will land next.

I’m writing to you in the middle of the unknown, as I have had to reach out to my community to support me through this. Not just financially, although that’s a huge need, but emotionally. I am humbly asking for any prayers or visualizations that you feel called for seeing me secure and stable in a home. I also wanted to share what I have set up to generate streams of income currently if you are in a position to support me.

I finally started a Patreon and have two tiers set up. I will be adding more, and I am open to all suggestions. If there’s something you’ve ever thought about paying me a monthly fee for, please pass it along. :)

I also did a new art listing on July 1st with some available still and more to come soon.

I am happily (hopefully) selling half of my closet as well to downsize and raise funds.

I also want to share a podcast I recorded about a month and a half after Steve passed. It was interesting to listen to me speak before I knew how much change I truly was headed towards. I never imagined that just 4 months after Steve passed I would be here figuring this all out. I feel him guiding me each step. As I continue to exhaust myself each day with the many things, I will hear him give me ideas to make money, or I’ll see him in a property I’m looking at.

I want to be honest in that I have no idea where I am going, I am just taking one step forward everyday and trusting that the path will reveal itself more clearly as I continue to move. I want to shout from the rooftops how lovely and supportive my friends have been. They are all stepping in to help me in a variety of ways and I wish everyone to have the same caring, supportive friends I have been blessed with.

I have a few blogs written that I will be sharing, unrelated to updating on my life, as I’m hoping I can build this into a stream of income also, but it felt important to let you all know where I am first.

I am feeling terrified, hopeful, sad, excited, thankful, overwhelmed, everything. I am allowing the feelings to come, and giving them the attention they are asking of me, while keeping my eye on a dream Steve gave me. It was the night after we decided to sell the house, in my dream Steve was having a conversation with his parents when he stopped and walked over to me. He grabbed my hands and looked me straight in the eye. I felt like he was with me in real life. He said, “Hope you deserve better than this house. You can do it. You can. Do it.”

I woke up after that dream and had my focus I needed, as well as an inner knowing, that I can find my way to a more suitable living situation. I’m grateful he’s still encouraging me from the beyond. Him choosing me to spend that week at the river to regroup, to be given the news of needing to move just 24 hours after being home, I’d say Steve knows what he is doing!!

I still miss physically being able to have conversations with him, because he always knew how to ease my fears and encourage me. I do know without a doubt, however, that he is still here. I feel him, I see signs from him, he interferes with the TV, he speaks to me in my dreams. Thank you Boopy, for helping me through this transition and thank YOU ALL for the support as well.

The Next Purpose

I can still remember the day clearly. Steve and I had gotten into a fight, about him wanting a pill and it not being due, which was the bulk of any disagreements we had. After Steve coded in 2013, where his heart actually stopped, we never allowed our fights to drag out. We never wanted to have unfinished business for when the time would come.

It was an odd blessing to our marriage, that even if we never wanted to look at the other person again, we often had the perspective of how we would feel if we truly never did get to, and it made whatever we were mad about in that moment seem a lot less serious.

I walked in to apologize to Steve, for calling him a piece of shit addict, which was really my go to response to him repeatedly asking me for a pill he knew very well wasn’t due. I had my shame face on and I started by saying, “Can I tell you something other than I’m sorry for my reaction to your want for pills?”

His eyes which were glued to the Tobii already typing his response to what he thought I was coming in to say, stopped and looked at me. One blink, which means yes.

“You gave me purpose.” He smiles but doesn’t look away which means, continue.

“Before taking care of you I fumbled around in different jobs wondering why if I was doing what I set out to do, why I was feeling so unfulfilled. Even though I wish you were healthy, and we were having an argument about something like who forgot to fill the gas tank up, I wouldn’t trade it because taking care of you makes me feel for once like I do have a purpose.”

He smiled, and started typing, “I gave you that.” He looks proud, and continues, “You deserve to see yourself like I do.”

He did give me that. Our 9 years together were messy, challenging, and often times heart shattering, but he filled me with so much love, and taking care of him was my greatest pleasure and accomplishment. Prior to Steve I really felt too dumb or too incapable to do anything like I had been with him.

His encouragement through every stage of progression and his full faith in me opened me up to seeing just how capable I was. From learning his feeding tube, to learning to dig/suction vomit out of his lungs before he aspirated, to learning to suction his trache, to learning the vent, and learning a picc line, and all the way to learning to save a human when he is in true respiratory failure, over and over again.

I remember the day clearly that Steve called me in to tell me, “Having ALS is my purpose.”

I remember looking at him very much the same way he would me when I wanted him to tell me more. He typed, “I’ve always wanted to make a positive impact on the world, but I never had the reach to do so without ALS. Everything they come out and say could be a cause of ALS I have. From head trauma, to being an athlete, to exposure to herbicides or pollutants, blue green algae, getting jumped and hit over the head with a baseball bat.”

He finishes, “My entire life has been helping prepare me to have a life where I could impact people by giving me ALS.”

I always loved Steve’s thoughtful way of thinking, but it took me a couple days to really process what Steve was saying, but I remember replying, “I wish everyone the same peace with their circumstances as you have this minute.”

Together Steve and I faced our darkness and our light, and learned how to shine that light out into the world. While I saw my purpose as being his caregiver, he saw his as being a messenger. Not just for ALS awareness, but he wanted people to live their lives to the fullest before illness hit. He wanted people to learn how life could change in an instant, and be grateful and an active participant in their lives.

Even later in life as more people questioned his quality of life or why he would endure as much as he did, he never wavered from knowing that his suffering had great purpose. He wasn’t done teaching, he would say, until God was ready to take him home.

If you’re reading this and don’t know why I’m talking past tense, know on April 2nd Steve ended his battle with ALS and left this world in his sleep. His lungs had been failing for a long time, so his CO2 was built up, and he went to sleep more and more each day until one day he didn’t wake up. Of all the scary ways in which I would imagine him dying this was far more peaceful and gentle.

In the little over a month it’s been since Steve has left this physical plane I have felt a massive hole in my existence. I know being alive and really just being is each of our purposes. I know we don’t need to have some goal or job to be working towards. I feel the world really leaning into that as the pandemic has changed the world as most knew it. This world of pause and unknown has been one we’ve lived in for years.

As I am in a new area of unknown I have been feeling the ease my body is experiencing in no longer having anxiety and the intensity the last year of care giving was, but also have felt more lost on what’s next. As I’ve been sitting around trying to determine what I will do now, knowing my little cushion our friends built for me financially won’t last forever, I’ve struggled.

To me nothing will ever feel as purposeful as taking care of Steve did, so it’s been hard for me to see past that. I have had many conversations with Steve out loud and while I feel his presence and he has shown me lots of feathers which was how he told me he would communicate I have felt lost in direction or purpose.

Recently the necklace he picked out for his mom years ago was delivered. He picked it out cause he said my mom needs a dainty ash holder cause she’s a dainty woman. What mom doesn’t love a necklace picked out by her own son years before his death? She put it on right away saying, “I’m never taking it off.”

We then carried on conversation as usual, when suddenly in our “what’s next chats,” I begin to imagine it’s him talking through her. It’s clearly her talking but I can feel it’s him talking through her. I decided to lay down after she left because despite feeling mentally and physically okay in this new space , even if a bit lost, I feel very easily fatigued. So I’ve been giving in and spending a lot of time resting.

While napping I had a dream, it was Steve and I walking through an unknown landscape but it was more beautiful than anything I could have imagined. We were hunting rocks and I actually reached out to a friend after waking up because I want to know the stones I was seeing in the dream.

Each time we would stop to pick up a rock, he wouldn’t say anything except, “You know what to do.” He didn’t give me any straight up suggestions, but I woke up from the dream hearing his moms words, followed by him saying, “you know what to do.”

The day Steve died I remember feeling two very distinct feelings. 1. Shock, and really shock about the shock. It was surreal to have the cops and medical examiner and Steve’s family there, and to be witnessing the finality of it. No matter how much I knew this day would come, and even more so in this past year knew it was coming sooner rather than later, I was in shock. I was heart broken but the shock eased that pain. 2. Suddenly I felt very empty. The weight of the empty quiet house was nothing compared to the weight of an empty quiet soul. Steve made me a better person, he gave me faith in myself, he gave me focus, he gave me purpose and understanding like never before. He fulfilled me, and loved me, in all my pieces dark and light. He saw me more clearly than I even could myself. I knew I lost my soul mate but it felt like I lost my very soul.

I hung on to the numb until little by little I’ve come back to my feelings. While I don’t know specifics of what is next, I do know what to do, and that is just show up. You can’t find your next step tuned out or with your head in the clouds, like I’ve been. I need to show up, and listen to what my days are bringing me. Show up to my computer and write what words want to come out. Show up ready for opportunities that the world will bring to me. Show up ready to learn, to see, to not know but ready to know.

I opened my journal after that dream, and wrote pages. None of it was a clear step by step what to do next outline, but it was an understanding, that if my life had prepared me for and brought me to Steve, then why would I believe now it wasn’t preparing me and bringing me to what’s next. Why would I lose faith now?

I know I’ll actively have to earn money in the near future, and as I unravel my how I’ll do that, I am learning to open up and trust that the what’s next will soon follow. Mostly Steve wants me to remember that whatever is coming I am capable, I am smart enough, I can learn or adjust in anyway I need to. Just because Steve is no longer physically here doesn’t mean his encouragement isn’t. He had full faith in me being able to keep him alive in the most fragile and complicated circumstances, and I can feel his faith in my now what moments.

His gift that shifted my life to feeling more fulfilled and full of light, is still there shining bright as ever, and I just want to say thank you. What a gift. What a blessing. What a purpose. What a guide. What a man.

I miss you boopy, I will miss you daily, but I know you’re right. I know what to do. Life is about showing up open hearted and I know I can step into whatever next step comes, because your encouragement is still here. It always will be.