A PhotoPass photographer caught this moment in front of the Castle at Walt Disney World. It was actually the first time we returned after Ben’s ALS diagnosis in 2010
For me, today, July 6, will always be the day everything changed. It’s not a typical milestone date. No diagnosis, no birthday, no death date, but the day that Ben went into the hospital. Dates are important to me, for better or for worse. One of the many reasons this date is so significant is because it became the day when we could no longer deny or postpone Ben’s fate with ALS. So much happened leading up to this day. I’ve documented it often, and you can click here to see the details of that date. When choosing a quote for this post, the unwavering feeling is the song from Bambi, “Love is a Song That Never Ends.”
As a teacher, the end of June and beginning of July is a happy time. This year was particularly challenging, so I was more exhilarated than usual to leave the school building. I am trying to focus on the future, because I have put in place exciting prospects. Still, the memories of that summer nine years ago are like Eeyore’s gray clouds. I don’t relive each and every detail anymoreI allow myself to feel the sadness, grateful that it is no longer as paralyzing as it once was. I also continue to reflect on that time—where I was, where I am, how far I have come (or not).
Today, I happen to be home with a bad cold and laryngitis, so writing, remembering, and reflecting are perfect activities. Tears have fallen, and that’s fine. I will watch my “One Dance” video and listen to the lyrics, remembering how that song was the one that allowed me to acknowledge to myself that Ben was never coming home from the hospital, that we would never dance again, and that he was going to die. Yes, that may have been obvious to everyone else, and it is not that it was not obvious to me, but being alone and facing that in our apartment was a terrible heartache. An important message for me in the original Inside Out is that we can aim for joy, but it is not that simple, because our experiences are comprised of so many emotions and moments of significance, and sometimes joy arises from or coincides with anguish in unexpected ways.
Making summer plans had become a conflict of grief and wanting, or knowing that I should want, to move forward with my life. I made my plans with a clear conscience. I have no rules about my grief anymore, and I embrace it when it appears in good and bad memories. I will visit friends, human ones and my animal buddies at the Georgia Aquarium. I have again become accustomed to traveling by myself and I appreciate my good friends. I am also comfortable with wishing that one day, I will have a new love for company. I still don’t act on those wishes, leaving it to the fairies to deliver to me. But, I am living. Ben is always with me, and that’s okay, too. In fact, I wouldn’t want it any other way. After all, “Love is a Song That Never Ends.”
July 2024 calendar. Slightly different arrangement but same photos and memories. I guess that’s a good analogy for grief- the memories may shift somewhat but they are still there and strong.
There are some Disney film quotes that linger in my mind. In the live action Cinderella, the narrator, who is Fairy Godmother, explained that after Cinderella’s mother passed away, “Time passed, and pain turned to memory.” I struggled with this for a long time because the pain was palpable and hardly fading into memory. In my mind, referring to it as a memory meant I had to dig a bit to conjure it. Now, it has been ten years since I lost my dad, and this summer will mark nine years without Ben. Although I still cannot say that pain turned to memory, I realize that I do not live in the pain any longer. Today, I realized that living at more of a distance from that pain makes harsh memories of those days extremely difficult. Setbacks throw off the balance I have achieved in my coexistence with grief and I’m back in the memories.
If you regularly read my blog, you know that theater is my favorite activity and my treasured escape. Today, I attended a play called Mary Jane, by Amy Herzog, and starring Rachel McAdams. It is the story of a single mother who is the caregiver for her baby son, Alex, who has Cerebral Palsy. We never meet Alex, who is on a ventilator, has seizures and seems to be nonverbal. The play revolves around Mary Jane’s conversations with various people, including nurses, doctors, strangers in the hospital, and a chaplain. It is a beautifully done play and it is very emotional. I knew it would be difficult for me to watch. But, I needed to see it and I wanted to support it. It was not an escape. It was a step back into my own experience. I made a point of going by myself so I could be alone with my thoughts, my tears, my recollections.
I could instantly relate to watching Mary Jane go from one challenge to the next, often with a smile, and always as an advocate. Hearing people tell her to take care of herself and watching her take it in and not even reply brought me back to my own reactions to advice I knew was heartfelt but that I also knew I was not going to follow. I had to force myself to focus on the play because my mind jumped to my own still vivid interactions. I was very fortunate to have a majority of wonderful people tending to my dad and Ben. Still, I learned to use my voice to ensure their good care, something that did not come naturally to me at the time.
Grief remains enigmatic to me. I never know exactly what will spur a setback. I knew that this show would bring tears. Indeed, it was a tragic story and I empathized on a deep level as Mary Jane dealt with her son’s episodes and emergencies. It was a scene with music therapist that hit me the hardest. Mary Jane is at a breaking point when a music therapist came by after the baby had a medical procedure, so he was sleeping. The music therapist explained that she wouldn’t be able to come back later that day and wouldn’t be at the hospital for another few days, when she couldn’t promise that she could return to see Alex. This was the one thing that Mary Jane simply couldn’t accept because she said that Alex was looking forward to this. In speaking with Mary Jane, the music therapist said that it was possible that Alex was conscious enough to hear the music, and she played a song. It soothed Mary Jane as much as we want to believe it soothed Alex.
Of all that happened in this play, this interaction, and the mention of music, affected me intensely. At one point, Ben had a crisis and he had to be intubated. It was terrifying, and in order to cope, as I stood outside the room, I tried to shift my focus to how fascinating it was that they converted his room into a kind of operating room, with people and equipment quickly moving in and out. Afterwards, I sat with him as he slept. When a nurse came in to check on him, she told me that although his eyes were closed and he wasn’t entirely awake, he could probably hear me. I remember being overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness and I burst into tears. The nurse hugged me, and I asked if she thought he would hear music. I had brought his iPad to the hospital so he could listen to music. The nurse encouraged me to play the music, which I did. I remember asking Ben if he heard me and he nodded slightly. I asked him if he wanted to listen to the music and he nodded again. Music was always a driving force in Ben’s life, and it proved to be an important part of his hospital experience, too.
When Ben was first admitted to the hospital, the palliative team asked about his interests and I told them music and computers. At the time that this crisis occurred, we had not received a visit from a music therapist. However, when he was transferred to the ICU after an emergency intubation, a music therapist visited the ICU- which was unusual- and cheered Ben with guitar music. He even played some Beatles music, which Ben loved. Ben enjoyed several visits from music therapists, and the guitarist even played for him at his bedside on the day he separated from the vent and left this world.
After the play, I walked home with my thoughts. I listened to my “Ben Playlist” of songs that were important to us, some of which were played on the day he died. I gave myself permission to feel the grief. I was grateful to be by myself. I did not want to hear any other opinions, or comfort, or suggestions of what I “should” do or think.
As stressful as it is to revisit those days, I always come back to that as awful as it was, there was so much love and caring. As Iago said in Aladdin: The Return of Jafar, You’ll be surprised the things you can live through.” The pain of those days is now tempered with perspective. The pain may be a memory, but it is easily summoned and, on days like today, it lingers. I do not avoid the memories, or even the tears. That experience has impacted my life and taught me a lot about myself. Feeling the grief also lets me know that I have grown and moved forward. I’m grateful to be able to articulate my feelings here, and also grateful when I hear from people who relate and then want to share their own experiences. We have the experience of caregiving – and sometimes grief- in common, and it is okay to feel, internalize, and grieve differently.
I could not have seen this play when I was entrenched in caregiving. In fact, I avoided anything that was at all sad for a few years after I lost my dad and Ben. Now, I’m ready. I felt compelled to see this play to honor my experience but also to support art that puts the spotlight on caregivers and the caregiving experience. Not long ago, I wrote about another play that I saw about caregiving, called Cost of Living, by Martyna Majok. (click here to read that post) This play also left a lasting impression on me. There are more than 53 million caregivers in the United States. They have stories that need to be told. I am so grateful for the artists who bring these issues to life.
Thank you for reading my stories. Caregivers, tell your stories. You matter.
Easter seems a perfect time to honor my very favorite bunny, Thumper, from Walt Disney Pictures Bambi. I’ve always loved Bambi, and when I first started this blog, I wrote about the song Love is a Song that Never Ends and how it resonated with me in caregiving and in grief. My experience as a caregiver led me to see Thumper’s relationship with Bambi in a whole new way.
Thumper was the very adorable and lovable young forest gossip, and he certainly didn’t always say the right thing. He was the one to point out that Bambi was “kinda wobbly, isn’t he?” and “he doesn’t walk very good, does he?” This is not exactly the positive reinforcement someone wants when struggling and self-conscious! And while his mother had to remind him that “if you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all,” Thumper was just a child making an observation, albeit tactlessly, but his heart was in the right place. Actually, he was quite devoted to his new friend, the young prince Bambi.
Thumper and his siblings (also incredibly adorable little bunnies) play with Bambi but also watch out for him. They anticipate where he is going to struggle and they gather around to help him so they can play together. Thumper was Bambi’s motivation. I especially love this clip, in which Thumper assesses the situation on the ice and tries to position Bambi’s legs, advising Bambi to “walk both ends at the same time.” It doesn’t go so well and they both end up skidding and falling. It reminded me of the way I had to work with Ben to help him up and figure out the best way to get around. We each had to trust each other and there were times we were nervous and other times it was fun. There were times that I managed to keep him from falling and got him safely onto the bed or a chair. There were also the times that we both ended up on the ground, fortunately unharmed. And, like Thumper, we often found ourselves saying, “Gee whiz, what happened that time?” I always loved this scene in the film, but now I see it in a new light.
Thumper never gave up on Bambi or their friendship in the same way that as caregivers, we never give up on our loved ones. And, Thumper was so happy when Bambi did have an accomplishment like walking steadily. Though Bambi is first learning to navigate the world and Ben was adapting to new ways to do some tasks and dealing with losing the ability to do others, I could relate to Thumper’s positive attitude of problem solving and encouragement.
Also touching was that he never left Bambi behind in pursuit of his own fun. ALS is known to be an isolating disease, particularly because you lose the ability to communicate. Thumper was determined to have Bambi join him with their other forest friends. It is an important lesson for all caregivers, friends, relatives and others to find some way to remain engaged with our loved ones. Visits, cards, texts, emails, photos, videos and a simple presence can all help a person feel remembered and included in life. Ben and my dad always enjoyed hearing that people thought of them. As their caregiver, it lifted own spirits when my friends reached out to them, too.
The film also deals with Bambi’s fear, confusion and sadness when he loses his mom. He did not know what the future and the world held in store. But, time went on and winter turned to spring, and Bambi grew up. He reunited with Thumper and Flower and the rest of his friends and all their families, and none of them ever forgot the friendship they shared. Thumper and Bambi- and a dose of Disney- remind us that love never dies and beautiful memories stay strong and sustain us as we move through life’s good and bad times.
If you haven’t seen the film, or haven’t watched it in a while, treat yourself. It is a beautiful story.
To everyone who celebrates it, Tinker Bell and I wish you a Happy, Peaceful and Healthy Easter!
Today is National Winnie the Pooh Day, in honor of A.A. Milne’s birthday. Pooh and his 100 Acre Woods friends have a most special place in my heart and memories. My relationship with Ben blossomed around Piglet and Pooh and it is one of the ways Ben won my heart. When Ben and I first started dating, we often walked to the flagship Disney Store on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. It is no longer at that location. We wandered the three floors and I often left with little gifts- the courting phase of a relationship is fun, indeed!
Having spent increasing amounts of time with me, Ben was becoming fully immersed in the Disney mindset, and loving it, sometimes to his own amazement. One day, as we strolled through the store, Ben called me over to look at a figurine, exclaiming, “Abby, look! It’s Piglet and his best friend, Pooh!” I stared at him, speechless, and then started to laugh. He shook his head, laughed, and said, “I was macho before I met you!” Truth be told, he was not so macho. He was a big teddy bear, and his great hugs could calm me down and completely surround me with love. He was a big kid at heart who indulged my inner child, and that was us. He bought me that figurine as a surprise, and it will always be so special to me.
Piglet and his Best Friend Pooh! A very special figurine with very sweet memories.
Today seemed a good day to revisit some favorite quotes from the silly little bear and his friends. They resonated during my caregiving days, through the darkest days of grief, and they continue to be meaningful and touching.
In the Disney Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin tells Winnie the Pooh, “If ever there’s a tomorrow when we’re not together, there’s something you must remember…You are braver than you believe and stronger than you seem and smarter than you think…. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart, I’ll always be with you.
I am still so deeply connected to my mom and dad, Ben, grandma, aunt Eleanor and many others who have left. They are all a part of who I am and are unquestionably always with me. The truth is that it is not always enough- sometimes not even close to being enough- but it is a lot.
“I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,” said Pooh.
“There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.”
That’s caregiving. It’s that simple and that complicated. My presence was the tea and honey that my dad needed to feel more secure and cheered. As ALS took away his abilities, there were times that Ben was understandably frustrated and sad. All I could do was be there, trying to bring him comfort.
Sometimes it’s a matter of being present, sometimes it’s being a good listener, sometimes it’s ensuring that routines- including medications- are followed. Mostly, it’s about caring to figure out exactly what will soothe the caree at the moment. For Pooh, honey was always a good solution. It’s not always that easy. But communicating the desire to be there, to help and support, can only strengthen a bond. Although we could lose patience with each other, and sometimes we both needed our moments to feel down, Ben knew that I would always at least try to find the thing that would be his tea and honey. And, I knew that he would find a way to show me he loved me.
In another conversation:
“What day is it?” asked Pooh
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.
It’s hard to imagine that any day with ALS, or any terminal illness, can be a favorite day. There were definitely the big highlights, like when Ben woke up on January 1, 2015, and he said that he had such a fun New Year’s Eve. I had ordered matching Mickey Mouse and Friends pajamas for us and even for my cat, Disney. Ben always loved the fireworks at Walt Disney World, and I found a toy that supposedly simulated fireworks, with sound effects and LED light “fireworks” that were activated by a remote control. We played the soundtrack to the “Wishes” Magic Kingdom fireworks show and Ben chose the sequence for our fireworks show while we had our photos scroll on his computer. It was pretty hilarious to pretend we were at the Magic Kingdom as we watched these pretty unconvincing fireworks splash on the wall. It felt almost magical to laugh and enjoy the evening. That silly celebration was a most favorite day and is now part of my treasure trove of beautiful memories of moments sprinkled with pixie dust.
Any days spent at Walt Disney World were favorite days when Ben felt free as he rode around in his scooter or electric wheelchair. The Disney magic allowed him to enjoy most of the attractions and to temporarily abandon his worries.
Once he was homebound, Ben’s days did not vary much. But, every day that he was okay and things went smoothly, when we handled or averted a crisis, solved a problem, and enjoyed each other’s company, was a favorite day. We recognized, acknowledged and treasured those.
Winnie the Pooh commented, “There’s always time for a smackeral of wonder.”I think that’s true. And, it’s so important. My dad never lost his desire to learn and help others. Ben never lost his curiosity, sense of humor and ability to be inspired, particularly by music. When we were able to go to Walt Disney World, his inner child shone, and he marveled at everything he saw and all the music he heard. When he was home, he watched movies and documentaries and listened to music, always questioning, always learning, always with a sense of wonder and delight. I think that helped him to navigate ALS. Always finding time for a “smackeral of wonder” is good advice for all of us.I believe that Ben would be especially happy that these lessons came from Piglet and his best friend, Pooh.
One of the most profound and bittersweet quotes from Winnie the Pooh, is, “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” This time of year, in particular, is filled with a lot of milestone dates. I begin each New Year commemorating the anniversary of my mom’s passing. Then, February is a month filled with reminders of the many goodbyes I have had to say. The month is marked by my dad’s birthday, Ben’s birthday, and the anniversary of the passing of my grandmother and aunt Eleanor. It is also the anniversary of the passing of my sweet cat, Disney.
My memories are important to me. They are everywhere. Sometimes past and present blur in my mind and the reminders of the losses and the goodbyes are crushing. At the same time, I am so grateful to have had these people in my life. And, I’m grateful to Winnie the Pooh and his friends for helping me to find wonder, whimsy, insight and a positive, comforting, and honest perspective. Thank you, A.A. Milne, for bringing them to life.
October 2012Ben would not be at all surprised that this Eeyore came home with me. Making new memories in 2018, but carrying Ben in my heart.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. Of course, I always take comfort in Disney, so I try to heed the advice of Walt Disney who said, “The more you are in a state of gratitude, the more you will attract things to be grateful for.” I have really tried to embrace that attitude and, for the most part, it helps me. I also give myself permission to acknowledge the difficult moments and not force myself to deny or spin those moments.
The truth is that Thanksgiving is a bittersweet holiday for me. Yesterday, I awoke teary, thinking about the family I have lost. These were the people to whom I was closest. While I am indeed grateful to be included in the plans of my friends, I cannot escape the feeling of aloneness. Though I have learned to coexist with grief, this is one of those days when I cannot fight the tears.
I think about my last Thanksgiving with my dad, spent in the hospital, where I schlepped a full turkey dinner that he ate, mostly, to make me feel better because I had been crying and pleading with him to eat and get stronger. My last Thanksgiving with Ben was melancholy because he was understandably down about so many things regarding his ALS, including not wanting to eat pureed versions of traditional holiday dishes. Although it was easy to lose sight of it at the time, we did have things for which to be thankful. Being able to feel and express gratitude for each other was indeed a superpower because it gave us perspective to see the love that was there, and even to have some laughs. The love in those memories continues to warm my heart, despite the lingering sadness.
I think of my first Thanksgivings without Ben. It is my good fortune to have friends who included me in their Thanksgiving plans. I love my friends and spending time with them, and I sincerely appreciated the invitations, but the feeling of aloneness hovered. I returned to my apartment from these occasions in tears, weighed down by the unhappiness of not having any close family anymore and not knowing where I really belonged. At this time, my aunt Eleanor’s Alzheimer’s disease had also progressed to a point where I had lost the person I knew and each visit with her was yet another stinging reminder of my loss of family.
After a couple of greatly appreciated but painful Thanksgivings, one year, I decided to ignore the holiday, declining invitations and staying at home. It did not feel good either. But hey, I tried. Even when I have an epic fail as I did that holiday, I always pat myself on the back for striving to reshape my life and address the areas that are especially troubling to me.
This year, I originally planned to travel to London to completely avoid the discomfort of Thanksgiving and immerse myself in one of my favorite places, visiting people I love, too. For a couple of reasons- all positive and optimistic, by the way- I decided to postpone my trip. Still, it left me here with my discomfort. Who knows? I might have felt discomfort in London, too, knowing that I went away because I did not especially want or need to be home. I clearly miss the dependable comfort of family. Maybe, one day I will find it again. Maybe, being in a state of gratitude will help to manifest it. Too much of the touchy-feely laws of attraction stuff? Maybe. Or, maybe not!
As I said, I do have wonderful friends, and yesterday, I spent a lovely Thanksgiving evening with them. Again, I returned home feeling a mix of emotions. I let myself feel the heaviness of grief and missing my loved ones. I also let myself feel content that I did enjoy my time with dear friends. Being honest with my feelings- the positive and the negative- helps me to reflect honestly on gratitude and the spirit of Thanksgiving. I believe that it is in my acceptance of the bad moments, or days, that I began to understand what Walt meant by being in a state of gratitude. I make a practice of acknowledging gratitude, but I do not force myself to suppress my emotions.
In the 1960 Walt Disney Productions film Pollyana, Pollyanna describes the “Glad Game.” This was a game that Pollyana’s father taught her to deal with disappointment, in which you turn every tough situation around and think about something you are glad about regarding that situation. As time has passed, I have learned that being “in a state of gratitude” is not to naively play the Glad Game (click for more). It is not to ignore the bad experiences or diminish their impact, but, instead, to draw upon the especially important superpower of perspective. I have a good cry when I need to, or when something triggers it, but I also acknowledge and welcome experiences or insights into those tough times that compel gratitude.
For me, I struggle with a lack of confidence, and I want to frame my gratitude list this year in the context of achievements, so I can document and hopefully clearly see growth.
I have said it before, but can never say enough, that I am grateful for my friends, who have shown me such kindness, generosity, compassion, and encouragement. I am grateful that I emerged from the darker days of grief to be able to enjoy creating new memories with them.
I am grateful for my love of animals, as they are often more intuitive and genuine than humans. And, they completely delight me! Doing animal encounters and interacting with animals gives me such a sense of fulfillment. It connects me to my dad because he also deeply loved animals. I did plan to do a penguin encounter with Ben, but a winter storm made travel in an ambulette and with his wheelchair too daunting. I did feel guilty doing my first penguin encounter without Ben. But, I have learned that I take Ben everywhere with me, and even when that is not enough, it is something. For this, too, I am grateful.
I am grateful to be working with Hope Loves Company, facilitating online “hangouts” for kids who have a family member with ALS, leading crafts workshops at the organization’s online camp event, and participating in the development of new endeavors. I am sorry to meet these young people at this devastating time in their lives, but grateful when I can bring them some laughs, maybe some insight, and an opportunity to socialize with other young people who share the experience of ALS in their families.
I originally began a club in my school intended for students who are caregivers for ill family members or even helping to raise their siblings. It has shaped up to be a club of caring, and somewhat shy, kids who want to find themselves and support others in school, in the local and global community. I am grateful that my club has worked to raise awareness in our school about student family caregivers and their struggles. We have conducted events for November’s National Caregivers Month. I have also been leading professional development sessions for teachers and staff that focus on addressing the needs of student family caregivers. I am grateful and proud to have made caregiving a part of our school’s dialogue.
I am grateful to find comfort in the arts and in my creative endeavors. Blogging has been tremendously helpful, and I am grateful to know that readers find comfort in my words and I am thankful to have connected with many people.
I am grateful to have been working diligently on my writing. I take classes and joined writing groups to help hone my skills and learn about the publishing world. I have a caregiving book and picture books in progress. I mustered the confidence to share drafts with beta readers and have gotten positive feedback and constructive criticism. I am hopeful and optimistic about being a published author.
I am grateful to Walt Disney and all he created for providing me with entertainment, inspiration, motivation, joy, and opportunities to reflect and sort through my feelings. I am grateful to believe that wishes can come true and that there will one day be a cure for ALS and all devastating and terminal diseases. I am grateful for my sense of whimsy and belief that if you wish and dream enough, your wish will come true. It lets me know that I will have even more to be grateful for next year!
There are and there will likely continue to be setbacks and I remain consumed with feelings of wanting to be respectful to Ben’s memory and to make my dad, mom, and grandma proud. My memories will accompany and guide me on my journey and will always be a part of me, and that gives me great comfort and peace. And, I keep reminding myself of what Christopher Robin said to Pooh: “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.” I know that I will be okay because I have the superpower of gratitude that allows me to embrace all my emotions and seek a balance between positive and negative moments and thoughts.
Thank you for indulging this reflection and for sharing in my experiences in caregiving and grief. I always welcome you to share your own in the comments.
