SANGRY

Yep, that’s right, I’m sangry. As a widow, there are lots of days that can’t be adequately described. So what do we do?? We just make up words! So yeah, I’m in sangry mode. I’m sad. I’m angry.
Sangry started on Sunday awhile back as I was thinking back to what Sundays used to look like… I woke up beside my best friend. The day revolved around God, family, and church. We were together. The four of us.
I got to thinking about what a big part of our lives church was. It was our history, our present, and our future. We had so many plans. I had so many hopes for the future. I could see how it would play out. We would do it together.
Absolutely everything changed on June 19th, 2012 when he was taken from us.
Where does one go from there?? We went from a family of four to a family of three. I went from being a wife to being a single mother. My kids went from having a father to being fatherless. In an instant.
As difficult as it was to walk back through those doors without him, I kept my kids in church every Sunday that I was able. For me, it felt like going to the funeral again. Every Sunday. I was trying to “do the right thing.” I was trying to maintain some sense of normalcy. Trying is the key word. What was “the right thing” was no longer clear. Normalcy no longer existed in our world. After 8 horribly difficult months, I realized that there was no way I would be able to move forward while being there every week. There was too much history there.
I found the Lord there at the age of 18. I was only visiting; watching my (then) boyfriend play the drums. A year later he asked me to marry him there; from the stage, in front of everyone. That same year we were married there. Shortly after, we had two children and we raised them there. After making it through some very difficult times, we renewed our vows there. And then… His funeral was there. 
I tried, I really did, but I just couldn’t be there anymore.  It hurt too much.
I didn’t want to leave but I genuinely felt like I had no choice. I was torturing myself trying to “do the right thing.” It was painful and I felt completely out of place. So, we started going somewhere else. It was still difficult, just not in the same way. Close to a year later I decided it was time to go back. By that time I had felt much further removed than before I left. But now it was more about conquering something. Walking back into something so that I could say that it didn’t get the best of me. And that’s just what I did.
I won’t go into all of the reasons surrounding leaving for good nearly 9 months ago, but I did. I will say that it was extremely hurtful to watch what “should have been” my life, play out in front of me; a different cast while I look on from the outside.  For those of you who don’t know my history, my husband was the Praise & Worship Leader at our church.  When I thought about the future, it entailed him evolving in his ministry while I did the same with mine.  But, we would do it together.
I did some “church hopping” for awhile but never landed anywhere permanently. And now, I rarely go. Don’t worry (to any of you that gasped with **insert reaction/emotion here**) I haven’t gone to the dark side. I’m no more of a sinner than anyone sitting in a pew on Sunday. I’m just a little lost right now. I still love God. I still pray. I’m just trying to find my own way. I’m trying to examine my heart and my hurts and then search for something real.
My post wasn’t meant to be about church. I only intended to use it as an example as it was such a big part of our lives for so many years. The point is that everything changes when you lose someone that was such a huge part of your everyday life. I’m reminded of what I wrote in 2014:

“When you lose someone that was so much a part of you, you lose your identity too. Learning to live again is so difficult. You don’t know your place, where you fit anymore. Everything is different. Nothing will ever be the same.”

Here I am almost 5 1/2 years later and I’m still so lost.  Don’t get me wrong, I have done a lot of work; I have come a long way. But, I realize that there are still so many things I need to work through.  The sadness, most likely, will never go away although I look forward to it lessening.  The anger shouldn’t last if I allow myself to feel and work through it; eventually accepting things as they are.  But for now, I’m sangry and I’m okay with that.

Published by Joni@GrieftoLife

Gotta love the 'About Me' sections of everything. I feel like I'm either in a one sided interview or trying to create a dating profile. "I like starry nights and long walks on the beach" Ha! All jokes aside, it is necessary to share your story. Especially in a place like this where you hope to reach people through your struggles. So here goes everything... Hi everyone 👋🏼 Grief is a journey, an ever changing and painful process. It can isolate you and make you feel more lonely than one could ever imagine. That is why I write and share my story. We need support. We need people that "get it." We need each other. I was married to the love of my life, just shy of 13 years. We went to school together, known him since elementary. He was my "boyfriend" in 5th grade. I even wrote "Joni Roberts" in my notebooks and cheered for him when he played basketball at recess 😂 We came back together when we went to the prom, as friends, our senior year in high school. That was in 1997. We started dating seriously in the summer of 1998. He asked me to be his wife in February of 1999. We said "I do" on October 2nd of the same year. We had our first child in October of 2000, our son. We had our daughter, 22 months later in August of 2002. In the time we were married, we went through more than most could go through in a lifetime. We never gave up on each other. In June of 2012, he and I were in a horrible car accident that claimed his life. In an instant, my entire world was shattered, leaving me a grieving single mother of two grieving children who are now teenagers. I'm walking day by day through life without the one that would be with me forever. I would have never imagined that this is where I would be in my life at 38 years old. But, I am doing everything I can to be strong, to raise our two children, to take this grief and use it to fuel the purpose for the rest of my days here on earth. ONE. DAY. AT. A. TIME. Today: I am in the waiting room for my first neurologist appointment. It is in the same office as my surgeon from the accident. I'm sitting here remembering myself horribly hurt and in a wheelchair and I'm overwhelmed with feelings but mostly reflecting on how far I've come. I love and miss my best friend every single day. I'm positive that won't change until we are together again. I am choosing to try and live my life in a way that would honor him and make him proud. Living With Purpose.

15 thoughts on “SANGRY

  1. My heart breaks for you. I know we’ve never met, but I wish I could cry with you.
    Its been hard watching my mom not have my Dad to do life .. I cannot imagine your pain, you’re in my thoughts and prayers…
    I don’t want to be invasive, but my mom just learned about a group called widows connection (http://widowconnection.com ) . The woman who started it lost her husband and saw the huge need for widows and lack of support they receive.
    If i can do anything, please let me know and thank you for sharing.

    1. Aww what a sweet comment. I’m so sorry you don’t have your Dad. I hurt for my two kids for that reason. I will check out that site for sure, thank you. I have a small grief group on FB if either of you want to join. It’s called Grieving With Purpose. I also know of many great widow support groups on FB so tell your Mom to feel free to connect with me if she’s looking for additional support. Thanks for kind words.

  2. I honestly cannot imagine what you’re going through. But as cliche as it sounds, God is sufficient. He mends every single heart He’s permitted to operate on. Scream, cry, be Sangry, but keep letting Him operate on your heart!
    Dear God, thank you for Joni’s testimony and her willingness to share it. Honor her efforts to help others by healing her heart and resurrecting every single vision and dream you’ve put inside her. Restore her passion and zeal to go after those things. Lord, I also pray that you give her a review of her identity in You, and You alone! Continue to expand her, give her wisdom and guidance, keep your arms around her and her children, and continue to shower them with your love. These things I pray in your precious name.
    Amen

    1. Wow. Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how perfect your words were for right now and that prayer touched my heart. I will save it and pray it over myself and my children. Thank you again for your beautiful and encouraging words.

  3. I think I might have already shared this with you…my counselor calls what you are going through deconstructing your faith, challenging what is truly part of your faith not what this world or others have made it! I continue to do the same. Love you! We need to get together!

  4. “Sangry” sounds like a pretty good way to describe the way many would feel following a horrific experience as you and your children live through Joni. As we “speak” now, it has been less than six years since your beloved Jonathan was taken from you, and is waiting in Glory.
    There is nothing wrong with being sad. Scripture tells us that Jesus wept when His buddy, Lazarus died, and that was a friend, where your loss is a husband, as well as the father of your children.
    Also in Scripture, Holy Spirit instructed Apostle Paul to write in the letter to the Ephesians (4:26), in your anger do not sin.
    Therefore, God knew there would be times when we would get angry, but He, in His Grace and Mercy, tells us not to sin, He does not call the anger itself sin.
    Joni, I know you know well, Jesus Christ is our Healer, and nothing is too big nor too hard for Him. In His timing, as you listen for Him and to Him, our Lord Jesus will be ministering to you, and through you still.
    Jesus will not push and rush you. But He is always there for you.
    You, Holy Spirit, and Jesus Christ will work through this together, to the Glory of Heavenly Father.
    God Bless!

    1. You are so kind to take the time to encourage me and I really appreciate! Your words sunk in and I take each one to heart. Thank you so much.

  5. Hi Joni, It’s been 11 years for me. I recently found your blog and love to read your words. My son was a senior in high school when John died. He’s going to be 29 this year. I married my husband in our church and held his funeral there. I don’t think there was a Sunday I didn’t cry in the service for over a year. I decided to leave my church because everywhere I looked there was a memory and I was tired of the looks and the hugs. I moved to another church in town where I simply wasn’t know as John’s wife and began going to a single’s ministry. I’m still there. Much more healed and only occasionally songs make me cry in the service. Time helps…feelings of missing what once was..doesn’t. I’m happy. May the Lord continue to bless you. Becky

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