It is now three weeks since Bill crossed death's threshold. Spring has arrived here in Spring Green, Wisconsin. The cardinal has taken over our Maple tree perching himself at the very top each day and announcing his territorial claim with birdsong. In the back yard, the rabbit races across the yard when our dog, Bentley, chases him. The rabbit knows exactly where the hole is that gets him beneath the fence. S/he created that escape route. Birds of all kinds empty the feeders on an almost daily basis. A dear friend gave me a new birdbath in Bill’s honor and it now graces our yard along with the one left to me by my Dad and next to these feeders. The yard is alive with birdsong. The trees are budding and the sun is higher in the sky.
All of these make my heart smile for a brief moment. I think of how we both love/d spring. We could hardly wait to get out to the hills and soak up its beauty. The cycle of life goes on. Spring arrives in all its glory and soon summer will present herself with the fullness of life. When the leaves fall from the trees next autumn in preparation for winter, the cycle will once more have completed itself. Over and over again…dawn to dawn, spring to winter, and birth to death to birth. The wheel keeps turning. People come into our lives and people leave our lives.
I remember seeing a post-World War II sculpture in Rotterdam back in the early 70s. Russian artist Ossip Zadkine produced the work in bronze after witnessing the devastation and destruction of Rotterdam’s city centre after German bombs rained down in World War II. Zadkine had been in Paris and came to the Netherlands to visit a friend, and passing by the ruined city was shocked at seeing what was little was left of the centre first-hand. The sculpture has been a landmark feature in the city since it was unveiled in 1953. In Dutch it’s known by two names: “De Verwoeste Stad” (The Destroyed City) and “Stad zonder hart” (City without a heart). In the statue where the heart would have been is a large hole that represents the destruction of Rotterdam’s heart. The figure clearly represents pain, the arms are outstretched to the sky in agony. It’s a compelling image
What do you do to comfort yourself and heal your grief?
Regarding: general grief, spousal loss, grief work, loss
The Hole Left by Grief by Samantha Sage (Hello, Grief)
Grieving a Loss Can Leave a Hole in Your Heart