Wednesday, November 16, 2016

It had to be done

Veterans day weekend 2016 my husband Joe and I made a bucket list trip. We headed to Texas, to visit Jon. Spc. Jonathan Stehle was soldier who served along side my husband. They both served in 1/1 Cav. On November 2002 during a training accident Jon moved in with Jesus and my husband and many others were left with putting the pieces together of how this accident would impact them the rest of their lives. My husband is permanently disabled because he tried to save his friend. HE WILL NEVER LEAVE A BROTHER BEHIND!! He had to so he could get the care he needed, which weighed heavily on his heart. He never saw the medics take Jon away, or watched him be laid to rest. That is what brings us to Texas. We visited Jon's grave after 14 years of avoiding it, whether intentional or not. I know where Jon is and I believe with all my heart that he is in the arms of his Savior. To Joe and I we needed to visit Jon. We needed to know that Jon was laid to rest in peace, that he made it home. This has opened my grief wide open.

First I felt instant relief. I felt like the band aid on my heart was taken off, a scab formed, and eventually a scar will form. I felt like a weight came off me and I could breath again.

Second I wondered why did it so long to grieve. Then I allowed myself to go back to that difficult time and examine things. Honestly, I didn't have time to think about grief. I had to step into gear and take care of Joe. He couldn't walk up the 6 flights of stairs to our apartment so I had to piggy back him up to our apartment. I had to book lots of medical appointments, prepare for a deployment, raise a toddler etc. I chose to play the game of life and that became a new normal and habit. I had to take care of those who needed me most. I am not bragging about my responsibilities, I am blessed to have them. I am saying that sometimes we are presented with challenges that put things on the back burner. I didn't grieve the loss of any soldier I lost until 3 years ago. I almost lost everything I held dear, because I became callous and cold. I chose to take a sludge hammer to the walls in my life and feel. Really feel, be vulnerable, feel pain, really cry, and just grieve. Grief is it's own animal. I have learned so much. My favorite thing that I learned that I can let go but I don't have to say good bye. I have learned to just ride the waves of grief and heal.

The third happened a few days after we got home in my mind I kept seeing Jon's casket draped with an American flag getting off an airplane. My brain and my body finally excepted that he is home and at peace with his Savior.

I don't know how this will effect my grief long term. I do know that my grief is not going in the same circle over and over. I feel like the circle is broken and I can walk forward. Even though we love and miss those who paid the ultimate sacrifice we know we will see them again!