I was a member of the church choir for 20 years. A line from one of the songs we sang keeps rattling around in my mind: “Love is stronger than death.” Though I sang the line fervently at the time, I doubted its truth. Years later, I lived this line and found it was true.
In 2007, four family members died in a row: my daughter (mother of my fraternal twin grandkids), father-in-law, brother, and the twins’ father. My daughter and father-in-law died the same weekend. I didn’t want to look at their photos on the obit page of the newspaper but couldn’t stop myself from looking.
Is Love Stronger Than Death?
A week later, I sat down at the computer and poured out my soul in words. Is love stronger than death? The answer is a resounding “yes.”
To cope with grief, I created Action Memorials© for my loved ones. In memory of my daughter (a true comedian), I dedicated belly laughs to her. In memory of my father-in-law, I vowed to emphasize ethics. And in memory of my brother, I volunteered at the public library bookstore. n memory of the twins’ father, I observed nature more closely.
Years passed and life was going smoothly. Then, in 2020, my husband John died after a long illness. I was his caregiver and watching John’s health fail was gut-wrenching. John and were married for 63 years. To be loved for who I was—and who I wasn’t—was a source of strength.
Loving Someone Gives You Strength
As the ancient Chinese philosopher, Lao Tzu, explained, “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
Just as I had done in 2009, I turned to writing and wrote Winning: A Story of Grief and Renewal. Part memoir and part self-help, it’s a deeply honest book and packed with practical ideas. And I wrote two more grief books, Grief Doodling: Bringing Back Your Smiles and Grief in Your Words: How Writing Helps You Heal—eleven in all.
What else could I do? One of the most drastic things I did was turn John’s bedroom (really a hospital room) into my art studio. Today, every wall of my studio is covered with framed Doodle Art. Sometimes I feel John is there with me, almost looking over my shoulder. He was always my biggest fan and I still think of him that way.
Art and Love
John and I believed in volunteerism, and I acted on this belief. I chair the Arts and Decorating Committee for my retirement community. I give free Doodle Art workshops, writing workshops, and talks about grief healing. And I donate to the organizations we supported in the past, and new organizations too.
Every day, I think of my departed loved ones and the love we shared.
In his book, To Bless the Space Between Us, John O’Donohue includes a poem titled “To Come Home to Yourself.” (Page 97). Multiple losses, especially the death of my beloved John, helped me realize the power of love. Love has made me a better person, more self-aware, and more aware in general.
I’ve come home to my new self. The best thing I can do to honor my loved ones is to enjoy the miracle of life. Each moment is a blessing.
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