Does Time Heal All Wounds? 

 

MA & Emily at Edmonton service

R to L: Maryanne and her niece, Emily, at the Police & Peace Officers’ Memorial Service, Edmonton, Sept 2015

 

Fifteen years ago – Wed Sept 30th, 2000 – I awoke to my first day as a young widow. Here’s a short passage from my book, A Widow’s Awakening, explaining the experience:

All I feel is excruciating emotional pain and sheer terror.

There’s a knock at my door. “Can I come in?” my sister-in-law asks me.

“Yeah.”

“How did the night go?” she asks.

“Brutal.”

“She sits on the edge of my bed. “What can I do?”

“You could make poached eggs,” I say. “Those were John’s favourite.”

“You got it.”

Two of my brothers are waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. One of them says good morning.

I smile. “Good morning.”

The other asks me how I’m doing.

“I’d love a coffee,” I say.

Then I wander over to the dining room window and look out at our mountain ash tree. The bright red berries stand out against the yellow leaves and blue sky. It’s a beautiful image.

My brother hands me a cup of coffee.

“Thanks,” I say, turning to him. “I’m glad it’s a sunny day.”

He looks at me and says, “You’re going to be OK, aren’t you?”

I manage a smile. “Yup. Someday.”

After that, I went upstairs and took a shower, sobbing uncontrollably as the warm water helped bring the hurt to the surface. Then I stepped out of the shower and noticed my packet of birth control pills on the counter – and the next level of awareness about the reality of my new life hit me like a freight train: John and I would never be parents.

And let’s just say it was a long time before I was able to see much beauty in the world again…I mean, really see it and appreciate the gift the present moment can hold.

A year ago (Oct 2014), I wrote a different blog about the mountain ash tree moment, entitled The Gift of Gratitude, about the importance of appreciating what is – versus focusing on what is not.

And although I certainly still believe that to be true, and am more grateful than ever for the tremendous work being done by the John Petropoulos Memorial Fund (JPMF), this year’s anniversary of John’s death brought something else to the surface.

I was back in Alberta for the annual Police and Peace Officers’ Memorial Day ceremony in Edmonton on Sunday Sept 27th as well as for the small service in John’s memory in the Calgary Police Service Chapel on Tue Sept 29th, the actual 15th anniversary of his passing.

But in between those two services, I did a radio interview on Monday Sept 28th with 660 News about the JPMF’s 29 Day Safety Challenge. The interviewer asked me how I was doing.

“Excellent, thank you,” I said. And I meant it.

I went on tell him how I’d been at the memorial service for fallen officers in Edmonton the day before and that I’d honestly felt…okay.

In fact, I had been more than okay. I had snuck out the back of the family tent at the very beginning of the service, so as to take a few photos of all the officers from the different services, marching down the hill to the service.

Anyway, in the radio interview I then heard myself say, right there on the air, “But the truth is: I don’t think I would be okay if it wasn’t for the work being done through the JPMF.”

And since I’d voiced that in public, I thought I better take a few moments afterwards to personally reflect on it.

There is the old saying that time heals all wounds. But I know myself and I knew John…and I can safely say that I would not be feeling the way I do today – happy again, at peace with his death and able to appreciate the beauty in a memorial service – if I hadn’t taken the path I did, working with the JPMF to help raise awareness about workplace safety.

I guess my experience has taught me that time itself can’t heal; it’s what we do in that time that matters.

But, of course, WHAT we choose to do is highly personal and unique to each individual and circumstance. And perhaps the only way to know if our path is a healthy one is to check in with our heart and soul every once in awhile…and there’s nothing quite like the anniversary of a loved one’s death to do just that.  

Here are a few more photos from the Edmonton ceremony:

RCMP officers marching with dog

CPS marching at Edmonton service

 

officers on lawn at Edmonton service

Maryanne Pope is the author of A Widow’s Awakening, the playwright of Saviour and the screenwriter of God’s Country. Maryanne is the CEO of Pink Gazelle Productions and the Chair of the John Petropoulos Memorial Fund. If you would like to receive Maryanne’s weekly blog, please sign up here.

9 Comments

  1. Glynis McGarva on September 30th, 2015 at 2:20 pm:

    Hi Maryanne — oh dear, fifteen years — so very sorry — your time since losing John so tragically has been valuable and painful, I know — it is something very despairing and real to truly understand sorrow (and unfortunately one cannot have this understanding without having a huge loss) — I am just hoping that my own experience with grief and sorrow will enable me to help another person facing this despair — thank you for your blog this week — and also, you look wonderful in the red/fuschia coat. We will have to reconnect soon — heading away for Thanksgiving — will contact you upon my return, Glynis

  2. Marjorie Deyell on September 30th, 2015 at 4:09 pm:

    You are so right Maryanne regarding what we do with the “after”. Today is the 11th anniversary of my brother’s death from pancreatic cancer. Sept. 3rd was the 12th anniversary of our son John’s death from a workplace tragedy. Like you time has helped but this morning I needed a good cry remembering how my brother suffered at the end. As a nurse I couldn’t make him better, couldn’t take away his pain.

  3. Joyce van Dijk-George on September 30th, 2015 at 9:03 pm:

    Thanks for sharing. Both very emotional and uplifting.
    I am glad you are happy and at peace. It’s so inspiring what you are doing and letting us remember our special friend. All my best and take care.

  4. Maryanne on October 1st, 2015 at 12:19 pm:

    Oh boy, Marjorie…September is a very special time of year, too, with the anniversary of your son, John’s, death as well as your brother’s passing from pancreatic cancer. A good cry is a good thing, now and then, isn’t it? You take care and I look forward to meeting you some day!
    Maryanne

  5. Maryanne on October 1st, 2015 at 12:21 pm:

    Hi Glynis! Yes, your experience with grief will most definitely help others with theirs…it already has and will continue to do so. I look forward to a walk in the woods with you and our pups in the near future! And re the red coat, I borrowed it from a friend but I think I may have to keep an eye out for one of my own, as it is lovely 🙂

    Take care and hope to see you soon,
    love ma

  6. Pamela on October 4th, 2015 at 11:52 pm:

    This is such a touching and powerful message, and the photos of the officers and the dog are fabulous. You are so right, it’s not the time that heals, but what you do with it. Looking forward to seeing you soon and hearing more about the Edmonton ceremony.
    Thank you for your sharing!
    Pamela

  7. Maryanne on October 5th, 2015 at 12:57 pm:

    Thank you, Pamela! Sadie and I look forward to seeing you soon for a walk at Island View 🙂
    Take care,
    Maryanne

  8. Carrie Ann on February 9th, 2018 at 9:07 pm:

    Your post…so touching and honest. Thank you for sharing them with us. I lost my first husband to a car accident after only being married for nineteen months. Next month will be 22 years since his passing. Even though I’ve gone on and remarried, that day still hurts.

  9. Maryanne on February 15th, 2018 at 10:36 am:

    Hi Carrie Ann…thanks so much for sending me a note. Big hugs to you & I hope you and your current husband had a wonderful Valentine’s Day!
    Take care,
    Maryanne

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