Three months ago, my brother died.
Four years and one day ago, my dad died.
Here’s the breakdown:
I met my husband on August 31, 2010. Three months later, my dad was diagnosed with late-stage colon cancer and given two months to live. He lived an additional fourteen months, and died six months before I married the love of my life. Three years later, when I was eight months pregnant with our first child, my 21-year-old brother died in a motorcycle accident.
Let’s just say I’ve had an amazing and rough five years.
It’s hard for me to not question God on the ebb and flow of extreme happiness and extreme despair. I’ve realized I’ll have to hold my questioning until I meet Him in person (hopefully a long time from now).
Throughout my times of grief and joy, I’ve realized a few things.
#1: People reveal their absolute beauty and ugliness in times like these. People you never thought would care show up on your door step with flowers, prayers, kind words, helping hands, food, and hugs. They send messages and texts of hope and encouragement. They mail gifts that mean so much more than even they can understand. Others you’d expect to do the same just… don’t. It’s not because they’re evil; it’s because they just don’t get it. And that’s okay. I don’t really want people to get it necessarily because that would mean they’d have felt the same things I have.
#4: Pineapple. After my brother died, my amazingly insightful aunt called to ask how we were doing. She immediately said, “That’s such a stupid question.” It’s not a stupid question; it’s just that the answer can’t be put into words. We didn’t know what to say, so I just said, “You could just say pineapple and it would make just as much sense.” There’s no word or saying or emotion that could put together everything you feel when you get pounded by loss. So, I just say, “Pineapple.” I think the one thing that I can put into words, and I’ve heard it said by others who’ve gone through something like this, is that the hardest part is that the world keeps spinning. You’d think everyone else wouldn’t be able to go to work or eat lunch or smile, but they do. Then you have the realization that you’ve got to do the same things, too. It’s an ugly reality. You feel guilty for moving on, but you have to.
See – pineapple.
#5: You have to go down the rabbit hole; just make sure you have a strong rope to climb back out. You’ve got to let yourself feel all the emotions (pineapple) that you feel. It will overwhelm you. It will suffocate you. It may even make you dilate and go into labor the next day (yupp – true story). Fall on all fours. Wail. Scream. Hit something. Curl up in your closet and hide. Whatever you need to do, you’ve got to let yourself go down the rabbit hole. That strong rope, though, you’ve got to have it. Whether it’s your family, friends, faith, music, food, booze (not too much though), a lucky rabbit’s foot, whatever – you have to climb back out eventually and put on your big boy or girl panties and keep moving on.
The only advice I’d ever give to someone whether you’re going through dark times or you’re trying to comfort someone who is would be this: Just be there. You don’t have to talk. You don’t have to bring anything. You don’t even have to be physically present. Just be there. It’s amazing how one small thing (a text that says, “Hey – thinking of you”) can make or break your day.
The last thing I have to say about all this mess is thank you. Thank you to those of you who have pulled me out of my rabbit hole without even knowing it. Thank you for being there.
In the words of my Daddy, “It’s all good.”
13 thoughts on “Pineapple”
Amen, dearest Lilly, Amen. Pineapple!
Wow. You have an amazing gift for writing emotions in such a way that readers feel them. What pain you've lived through and live daily. Thank you for sharing. Would love to read more posts!
I love this post and I’m excited that I found your website. You commented on a post on the LoveandLemons website. I have their cookbook and took an online food Photography class they taught.) Your words deliver the message my yoga teacher practices and teaches on and off her mat (Britt B Steele). Big love, Lauren
I’m so glad you found my site as well! I didn’t realize they had a good photography class. I may have to try that out! Sounds like I may need to take up yoga, too. Thank you for reaching out!