Widow's Voice

Signs of Flight

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http://widowsvoice.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/signs_of_flight.jpgSince Drew was a helicopter pilot, helicopters and anything to do with flying are always the biggest signs I get from him. I even found a tiny toy helicopter in this shack on the island of Barbados last spring while vacationing there with his family. It had washed up on the beach and the guy collected it to sell in his shop. No joke!

And just a few months after he died, in the fall of 2012, I stumbled upon this artist’s creative business e-workshop that was called “Flying Lessons”. Drew was also a flight instructor, so it was all too obvious that he was telling me something. I signed up immediately. The Facebook group for the course truly carried me through those early months. Because of the theme of the class, all the women in the group would write cheesy encouragements to each other like “keep flying!” or “I’ll see you up in the clouds!”. It always made me smile, and confirmed he lead me there for a reason.

All things flight definitely seem to follow me around now, but it’s been a while since I’ve had any signs that made me stop in my tracks. Until yesterday…

I was tinkering away on a new sculpture at a local clay studio I just started working with. It was midday and pretty cold, so the place was empty. After about an hour, I took a break to take some process photos of my work, and as I framed the picture, I noticed something written on the worktable just a foot above where I was working. As I read it, I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped to the floor…

I was speechless. For those who aren’t aware, Drew died in a helicopter crash. Of all the places for this message to be… on the work table in a clay studio??? In front of the exact woman who’s fiancé had died flying? And it wasn’t even the spot I usually work at. Because it was so cold out, the owner told me to work in that corner because it was the warmest spot in the studio. So I took his suggestion and moved there. For about 20 minutes after reading it, I just sat there totally stunned. I kept looking around the room – my mind saying a bit humorously, “Are you SURE you’re dead?!?”. When I first read it, of course my interpretation was something like “flying is pointless unless you die doing it”. Well, what a totally demented and Drew-like thing to say, lol. Of course as I sat with it longer, I realized it was really talking about living life. If you don’t die really living life, then what’s the point of living? Damn. That’s SO HIM to say. And SO how he lived his life. 

I realize someone else’s hand wrote that message – but somehow, that message found its way to me… in the far corner of an art studio an hour from where I live, out on a 20 acre ranch that I’d have never even known about if it wasn’t for Drew’s mom having taken classes there and introducing me to the owners.

For me, it is a sign to keep doing the things that make me feel alive. To keep taking big chances and doing things that maybe totally scare me, just to see where they take me. It is definitely the sort of advice he would always give me. And what’s also crazy, is that I had that exact talk with my counselor a few weeks ago. I’ve been in a real slump since my job ended a month ago, and he recommended I focus on things that make me feel alive – not happy – but ALIVE… which is somehow way easier to focus on in the midst of grief than the idea of “happy”. There isn’t much that makes me feel truly happy since he died, but there are lots of things that make me feel alive. That I can do… in fact,  that was the reason for going to the clay studio to begin with. Man, you can’t make this stuff up!

And then of course today I am promptly slapped in the face with an opportunity to leap into the air and try to test this message out: A job opening to teach art lessons to a young boy. I have no experience teaching AT ALL and am completely terrified of stepping this far out of my comfort zone. Despite that, I cannot stop thinking about how much I want to share art – my deepest passion – with other people. So, I guess I’m gonna listen to the writing on the table… here’s hoping I fly.

About Sarah Treanor and Mike Welker

Mike and Sarah are both widowed and are now in a new relationship together sharing about their experiences of living on with grief and new love.

Mike lost his wife Megan in 2014 due to complications from Cystic Fibrosis. Together they had a daughter, Shelby, whom you will hear of often from Mike and Sarah as she embarks on her teen years.

In contrast to the lifelong illness they dealt with, Sarah lost her fiance Drew suddenly in 2012. He was a helicopter pilot and died in a crash while working a contract job across the country.

What you'll read from Mike and Sarah will be both experiences from their current life and love as well as the past... "To us, it is all one big story, and one big family. Now being over 5 years since we lost our partners, the fresher wounds are healed, but there are still fears, triggers, sadness... and there is of course still profound love. Love for the two people who brought us together and for each other. With their love surrounding us, we continue living, learning, and loving on."

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