Before and after our grief

My husband’s car is on its last legs. We need to start thinking about replacing it before we spend too much more on it. He’s put it off for far too long and spent too much money keeping it going, but I know he loves the car mostly because of the times he spent with Abi in it.

The chats they’d had on the way home from a club, the trips they took together. It’s hardly been cleaned since she died (and it’s grim inside!), but I don’t push it. I know the sweet wrappers are hers. I know the hair clips are hers. I know he doesn’t want to lose even the dust that might be hers. It’s his space so I leave it to him (like a man shed on wheels!). We’ve changed my car and transformed our home. Abi hasn’t been erased by any means, and I’m always finding her hair clips around even now, but I know his car is the last big reminder.

When talking about replacing it, we were trying to remember when we bought it. Our marker… how long before Abi died.

You see, we’ve reached a point in our grief journey where life has become about ‘before’ and ‘after’ Abi.

We chat and can’t remember how long ago something was… When was the last time we came here? When did we buy this or that? When did that happen?

‘Was it before Abi?’ we say, all too naturally.

Rather than trying to put Abi into our past, this brings her into our present. We recognise that before Abi died our life was different. It was our happy, anxiety-free family life.

Our life up to 6th February 2013 was filled with normal problems such as what holiday to go on next, sorting out the children’s social lives, bedtime routines, parenting with discipline, keeping up with homework, day dreaming, planning well ahead, wanting/doing more, living to work, rush, rush, rush.

The ‘after Abi’ is still happy but the happiness is clouded by loss, longing, hearts trying to mend. It’s a deeper love for one another. More patient and focused on what is important. Appreciating the smallest of things.

It’s also more worrying and at times suffocating. It’s an inability to plan too far ahead. It’s visits to the doctors. It’s aches and pains. It’s bed time routines out of the window because we need us all to feel safe and live every waking minute with them, even if we’re arguing. It’s not wanting to say no. It’s working to live, it’s slow, slow, slow.

In many ways our perspective is better. I’m not going to moan when Monday comes around. I’m not going to stress if my child doesn’t live up to the school’s standards, I’m not sweating the small stuff. I’m seeing the things I never saw before. And I’m thankful for all that.

But it’s also missing the pastimes we loved such as reading a book for pleasure, going for a run, listening to music without hearing the lyrics. It’s missing being able to go out without my heart racing. It’s missing the carefree confidence of parenting, brushing off the common aches and pains. It’s missing being able to say to our children ‘It’ll be OK’.

Three years on, I’m learning to live with the before and after, that the ‘after’ is ‘forever after’, not just for now, but I’m also looking forward to the day when those times will become one.


6 thoughts on “Before and after our grief

  1. My car is ancient but I can’t even contemplate replacing it – Leah and I spent so much time in it as I ferried her to her many hospital appointments, including her last one. However, as I read recently in the blog of another bereaved mum – these things are only props – our beloved children live in our thoughts and memories forever ❤️

    • It took me a while to stop viewing possessions as ‘Abi’, but I kind of had to as the family changed size. It is easier not to cling to the memory of her this way, like you say they are mere objects, but they are still important. x

  2. I have five children and cannot even imagine…
    I dont even know your name but may Gods grace, peace and strength continue to uphold your precious family. Thank you for allowing your experience to strengthen others. X

  3. our car is way past keeping but our 17 year old daughter got to drive it once by herself before she died. i can still see her backing out of the lane way with it thinking she cant possibly be driving by herself yet, i know some day we will have to get rid of it. i guess it is just an object.

  4. I feel you. It’s three months since I lost my 11 year old daughter. I know I have to give away her clothes but I just can’t find the strength to. Was going through her stuffs yesterday when I came across the dress she wore for her Christening, when she was seven months old. I used to tell her I will give it to her first daughter…My heart is in pieces. I just need God’s comfort this pain is too much.

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