This is the second blog in the Life After Loss blog series:

To What ELSE Did This Widow Awaken To?

 

“Live in the present moment. This is one of the things you will notice happening to you as you come awake. You find yourself living in the present, tasting every moment as you live it.”

– Anthony de Mello, Awareness; The Perils and Opportunities of Reality

Even the worst moments of your life?

Yup. Even though the horrific moments may be dreadfully bitter pills to swallow, I suspect they hold tremendous potential for teaching us who we are, what we love and perhaps even a little bit about the bigger picture we are all a part of.

On the day of John’s fall – Sept 29th, 2000 – I was pretty much forced to live moment by moment because I knew, very early in the game, that I had precious few moments left with him.

Despite how much it hurt spending the day with him as he succumbed to his brain injuries, looking back I am so glad I had the intuitive wisdom to experience each and every moment, painful though they were.

I learned an awful lot that dreadful day; it was one heck of a harsh wake-up call. But once I was awake, there was no falling back asleep again…which was sometimes – and continues to be – a real pain in the ass 🙁

And so, in addition to the realization that life is precious and can end in an instant so we best be making the most of our lives, what else did this widow awaken to?

Well, for starters, that there is a heck of a lot more going on in this life than we are aware of!

“Awareness means to watch, to observe what is going on within you and around you.”

– Anthony de Mello, Awareness

Now, I’m sure shock had a huge part to play in some of what I experienced on the day of John’s passing – and in the weeks to follow. But whether it was shock, sorrow, fear, devastation or some combination thereof that was the portal to my “awakening” matters less than the fact that I was awakened.

But to what?

Well, to some sort of…alternate level of reality, I guess – or a different level to our reality might be a better way to put it. Right from the get-go, it felt like I had been launched into some sort of heightened state of awareness.

As an example, in this passage from A Widow’s Awakening, I had just arrived at the hospital but have not yet seen John, and am waiting with some of the police officers from John’s team (since the book is creative non-fiction, John is “Sam” and I am “Adri”):

An ER doctor comes in and gives us an update: critical but stable. That’s one way to put it. The car is totaled but we’re salvaging what parts we can, would be another.

“When can I see him?” I ask.

“Very soon.”

Twenty minutes later, the social worker comes to get me and the two of us walk down the corridor together. I ask him how Sam is doing.

The social worker stops walking, so I do too. “He’s in pretty rough shape, Adri.”

I nod slowly and we resume walking. Then, for just a second, it’s like I split in two. I’m physically beside the social worker yet I’m also watching the two of us walk.

When the social worker and I arrive at a set of doors, he takes my arm. Like arriving at a party too late and entering the banquet room to find the busboys clearing the tables, no one has to tell you it’s over – you just figure it out. By the time I get to the strangely inactive emergency room, they’ve obviously given up on trying to save Sam and are instead merely stabilizing his body.

Since it was the back of his head that struck the concrete, Sam looks much the same as when I saw him last night. Except that now, he’s unconscious, flat on his back, draped in a white sheet and has tubes sprouting out from his chest, neck and arms.

I race to his side and grab his unresponsive hand. I kiss his cheek and the real tears finally arrive, streaming down my face.

“I love you,” I whisper in his ear.

No response.

“I love you.”

Nothing.

“I love you, Sam.”

My silent treatment has been reinstated.

And then it happens again: I’m holding Sam’s hand and yet I’m also observing the two of us from a few feet away.

Then the social worker gently takes my arm and leads what’s left of me out of the emergency room.

Before I continue, I need to explain why I was able to spend the day with John as he succumbed to his brain injury – versus saying goodbye to his corpse at the morgue. It was because of the quick actions of the K-9 officer John had gone into the building with.

After John had fallen through the false ceiling and hit his head on the concrete floor of the lunchroom, the K-9 officer had found him and immediately started CPR, getting John breathing again.

So although John himself couldn’t be saved, the actions of the K-9 officer meant that John could be put on life support for the purpose of organ donation. It also meant that I, and all our family, friends and colleagues, got the chance to say goodbye.

However, since John was declared legally brain-dead early in the day, it was obviously a very one-sided conversation he and I had. And yet I got the distinct sense that on some level, our souls were communicating loud and clear. That’s what my play, Saviour, explores.

“You don’t need to be a mystic to understand that reality is something that cannot be captured by words or concepts. To know reality you have to know beyond knowing.”

– Anthony de Mello, Awareness

Spending the day with John as he passed away was, by far, the absolute worst day of my life – but it was also heartbreakingly beautiful. Not only did I feel a connection to him that was so much deeper than our human relationship as husband and wife, I could also feel the love from so many people who were, understandably, rather concerned about me.

After spending seventeen hours in the ICU with John, the time came for me to head home – and start my new life as a young widow. But that sense of awakening to a larger reality, experienced in the hospital, was just the beginning of a new way of perceiving my connection to the world – and the people – around me.

It’s like I had begun to experience…the wholeness of everything, if that makes sense. But I could just see tiny little snippets of the bigger picture, here and there – kinda like the “Whack a Mole” game at an amusement park.

You know the one where you are holding a foam-covered hammer and a mechanical mole pops up and you whack it down but then another mole pops up from a different hole and you try to whack that down? All the moles, of course, are just below the surface and although they are individual moles, they are all part of the same basic machinery.

That’s sort of how I started to perceive the world around me. This may partly explain my experience of being in two places at once in the above passage from A Widow’s Awakening. Perhaps my soul was like a mole who temporarily popped out of its hole (my body) just long enough to see a glimpse of the bigger picture and then popped back down again?

Or…I may have been having some sort of psychological reaction to a significantly traumatic event – and my mind was starting to do wonky things in response to the horrific reality I knew was waiting for me behind those emergency room doors?

Or maybe it was a bit of both?

For that heightened sense of awareness continued well past September 29th, 2000. In the days to follow, I began to perceive connections between what seemed like completely unrelated events – but made complete sense to me. But I’ll explore that further in next week’s blog 🙂

Have you experienced some sort of “awakening?”

If so, what was it like? What did you awaken to?

If you missed the first Life After Loss blog, you can read it here: Awakening the Soul – Loss as a Wake-Up Call

For further info about the Life After Loss blog series, please click here.

Here is the link to subscribe to receive the Life After Loss blogs.

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 Chair of the John Petropoulos Memorial Fund. If you would like to receive her regular weekly blog, please sign up here.

 

2 Comments

  1. Cathy Cheshire on February 7th, 2017 at 7:18 am:

    I admire how courageously you stood in the face of such devastating loss. There is regret in the past, worry for the future, so the only place to be is in the present. 💛🌺

  2. Maryanne on February 7th, 2017 at 12:56 pm:

    Hi Cathy! Thanks so much for reading my Life After Loss blogs and for taking the time to comment. Yes, you are so right about being in the moment…it is a fine balance when writing about the past, for sure. I tend to visit the past when I am writing and then jump back into the present in my everyday life. My real challenge is NOT always be thinking about the future!
    Maryanne

Leave a Comment

This blog is kept spam free by WP-SpamFree.