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The Great Shattering and the Holder of the Missing Piece

Posted on: September 4, 2021 | Posted by: Bryan Martin

That moment is unlike any other. Whether you are expecting the grief or it surprises you, there is no way to describe the very second you learn you have a new future. Tunnel vision sets in, you can’t catch your breath. All you hear is the loudest sound you’ve ever heard and it is coming from within you – your heart is shattering like hot glass being hit with cold water. How will you pick up the pieces? The back winds of the storm blow through and sweep a piece of your soul off into the sky. Chase as I might, I couldn’t catch up. Exhausted so I rested on the side of my new road. After what seems like dozens of sunrises and sunsets I finally had the energy to stand, still sore from my great shattering. One foot in front of the other in the direction I thought I’d find the missing piece so I started my epic journey to find it again.

It seems impossible at first. I felt like I would never find it again. It is stealthy and any glimpse I caught of it was fleeting. I wasn’t even sure anymore if I lost it or it left me. Either way, it is gone and I didn’t know if I’d ever get it back but forever forward. Maybe, just maybe, someone ahead will find it and hold on to it so they could fix me in the future. Three and a half years later, I was still thinking that someone out there waiting to fix me. I’d have a thought about better days and suddenly there’d be a rustling nearby.

“Hello. Who’s there? Have you seen a piece of me? Help me please?”

He was watching me from a distance ahead on my path holding one hand over his heart and something else in his other hand. He looks so familiar but a faded figure – a shade. I’d catch a glimpse of him and he’d quickly disappear around the bend. By the time I got there all I saw was an empty road less traveled. The man eluded me and I lose hope again. Why was he keeping me from me? Hadn’t life been cruel enough?

After all the chasing, I was exhausted. The stranger always seemed to be just minutes ahead in my future. I grew weary and stopped. I had to just take care of me right now. I sat and drank in self-care from the surroundings. I had made it pretty far already and, for the first time since the great shattering, I felt a smile. I sensed I wasn’t alone and I opened my eyes. There was the shadowed man holding the lost piece from my shattering. This was the first time I didn’t yell to him. I was still smiling. Slowly he came towards me. I still couldn’t “see” him. He knelt down and handed me the piece he kept safe – happiness.

“You’ve spent a lot of energy looking for something that was always close, Bryan.”

I looked up from my hands and finally saw him clearly. I was looking back at me…

 

 

 

Categories: Widowed, Widowed & Unmarried, Widowed Without Children, Widowed Memories, Widowed and Healing, Widowed Milestones, Widowed Emotions, LGBTQ+ Widowed, Widowed by Illness

About Bryan Martin

In 2016 my life all started to fall into place. A new job as a Supervisor for animals at a small aquarium along the beautiful Florida gulf coast. It was a dream for Clayton and I to move to the beach, get settled and get married. In June of 2017 my father passed away after a long battle with opiods and alcohol. Four months later, Clayton was rushed to the hospital and diagnosed with acute liver failure. Not having been able to truly mourn my father, I was faced with knowing that Clayton (Tin as my family calls him) would also be leaving me. I had dreams of marriage, vacations and a long life together. I watched all of those dreams fade away more and more each day as I cared for him until his final days. He passed away April 16, 2018 the day after my sister’s birthday.

Now I am through the fog of the first year and reality is setting in this second time around the sun. I’m very much alone in this sleepy beach town. I’m trying to just maintain balance with my new normal. I get depressed, angry, sad, jealous, confused and disoriented. Some days are better than others and I remind myself that it is normal. So many people think my life is back to normal and fulfilling because I work with dolphins and penguins but the magic left everything when Tin passed away. I have trouble feeling passion about most things that used to light my fire. I have feelings that oppose one another and it is exhausting. I want to feel happy for others but want to know why I can’t have what they have.

Along my journey, I have had tough days and some wonderful days but at the end of each day I still don't have the answer to my one question....Why?

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