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WiseHealth for Women Radio: Grief Series: Episode 1

“Life is precious, and so is saying goodbye.” -Linda Kreter

Grief is the longest, most painful goodbye. It’s awful, one-sided, awkward, and agonizing. Just when you think you have let go of their hand, a reminder, memory, or image flashes before your heart and takes you back to where they once were. Sometimes they gently touch you and you drift back into their presence. Other times they knock you right on your ass and you realize they are gone. Gone. And now they are nothing more than a _ space where their name should be.

We take so much for granted. I have taken far too many for granted. Now I can only ever look backward on many of those I have loved. I can only remember them. I am left longing for more of them. More time, more moments, more laughter, more meaning… just more.

I say this, to remind you to pause. Right now, stop what you are doing… stop reading this and text someone. That someone. The one who flashes to your mind in this very moment. Stop reading and take 4 seconds to say, “hey, I love you.” Make a plan to see them. Make them a priority for just a few seconds of the 86,400 seconds you have today.

We don’t pause often enough anymore. We don’t pause and consider the things we are posting, the content we are sharing, or the person standing right in front of us begging to be seen. I ask you to take a moment, every so often to be intentional. Take a moment to invest in those you care about and take a moment to renew your heart. Because life is precious. Life is short. Life is difficult and cruel. But we can make life worth living, if we love the living.

I have been blessed in this life to be allowed to share my perspective and thoughts on my world. And I would personally like to thank Linda for having me back on her podcast and for allowing me a chance to share my thoughts and experiences. I’m not sure that I know a lot of things in life, but I do know that life is short. I have learned that lesson in too many ways over my lifetime.

This series is for those I’ve loved, those who have left their mark on me, and those we’ve lost far too soon, my father, Andrew T., Brittany W., my grandmother who adopted this little Korean, Courtney Sorrells- the best friend I can never replace, Katrina- my sister and unapologetic woman (man how I wish I was more fearlessly myself like she was), Second, Olivia- there are no words.

And every person we’ve lost to suicide and substances over the years, sadly there are far too many to name.

If you find yourself commuting, driving, waiting in an office, or have a few free moments, please check out the first podcast episode of a series on grief.

Linda Kreter and Susie Reece bring you the first in our series about Grief and Loss. We want to start the conversation, and let you know you’re not alone in this altogether human experience.

Please like the WiseHealth for Women Radio page and share this podcast episode.

Grief and Loss Series – Episode 1

For more information about Susie Reece, go to http://www.SusieReece.org or Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/southernfriedasian/. For more information about Linda Kreter, go to http://www.WiseHealth.com.

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Second Annual Rock the World

There have been moments in my life when I have felt unworthy of the blessings I have known due to the work I’ve found myself doing. The moment I connected with the Yorks and the Joshua York Legacy Foundation was most definitely one of them. I adore this family and the work and love they are spreading across the world.

On September 10 2019, the The Joshua York Legacy Foundation (JYLF) hosted their first annual Rock the World global event. Their first event reached 4,534,000 people across the U.S. and 58 countries.

On September 10 2020, for their second annual Rock the World event they are hoping to break the Guinness Book world record for painted rocks displayed in a single location.

This is a chance for individuals and rock groups across the globe to unite by dreaming big!!!

They are currently in the planning stages and are checking for interest. They need to see the support of 10,000 or more individuals in order to have a chance at Rocking this Record. Would you be willing to mail SPR/JYLF one or more rocks to help them promote suicide prevention and be a part of a global community of healing?

After losing their son to suicide on 28 Jul 2018, the York family started a FB rock painting group entitled Suicide Prevention Rocks to spread positive messages to raise social awareness and prevent suicide. To date their group has been shared by 3,144 rock painting pages worldwide reaching over 8.8 million people. Their motto is “Strengthening Lives With Love”.

Suicide Prevention Rocks is currently active in 88 countries across the globe. If you know someone in a country not yet reached, we encourage you to invite them to spread our message and mission.

suicideprevention #jylf #guinnessbook #globalevent #rocktheworld #jylfrocks #suicideawareness #suicidepreventionmonth #love #rocks #rock #paintedrocks

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Six and a Half Weeks Ago

The world showed me six and half weeks ago how little it can care about us and the worlds we build. Six and a half weeks ago the world took so much within only a matter of moments and it left no time to pick up any shattered pieces.

Those first 9 days, people paused a little more. They stopped and spoke and remembered I wasn’t normal or whole. They were delicate and gentle. They gave time and words and made moments linger when everything was grey. God, how I wish I could remember things other than that grey. Those first 9 days people seemed to recognize how hard the pain must be and they showed up in ways I can never forget. Those first 9 days it was okay to not be okay. Those first 9 days I saw humanity at its finest. What a sight I saw, too.

On the 10th grey day, when the to do list had been too done, I sat.

I sat in murky air and tried to recall those first 9 days. I tried to remember names, places, faces, something, anything. Some stood out, in those moments when we needed them. In those moments when the black and white had been pierced by love and compassion. Color had shown through at times, but still my monochrome mourning had seemingly won. That 10th day though, the quiet was resoundingly loud. The clock ticked, ticked, ticked away desolate seconds in my emptied heart. I couldn’t stand that day, the longest day, the day of solitude and sadness. The quiet day.

On the 11th grey day, I did something. I don’t really recall what. I talked, posted, spoke, wrote. I think I ate. Maybe I didn’t, but I did something. And the people saw their expectations of “my” normal once again. The 11th day, when I was grey the world around me continued along at its usual pace. And my heart had no choice but to cry a little more.

Then there was the 12th day, I must’ve been cracking a little bit more because I misspoke and someone laughed. They made a joke and I laughed too, but I didn’t tell them how I couldn’t remember. I didn’t say, it was because I am here, but not. I didn’t ask them to pause and consider, because those first 9 days were done now. I was told time moves on, and so must we. On the 12th day, the words weren’t as aware. The eyes weren’t as lingering. The hearts hadn’t quite held on like mine had and so I held my tongue so they wouldn’t have to sit in pain. I held my heart back for them not to feel unnecessary agony. There were more of them, and I am but one. It made sense to let them live, even though I didn’t remember how.

On the 16th day, is when I was finally forgotten. My pain was no longer seen and the anger I felt from someone close, someone who found ill intention in my absent-mindedness, told me my grief was no longer allowed. They saw my forgetfulness and were frustrated. And I had no excuse to use in my defense. 15 days had come and gone, it’s time to move along now. To be normal once more. Damn, I didn’t know my vacation time should be used to mourn and return back at the regularly scheduled time. I guess I should have saved up more sick leave.

On the 20th day, it happened more and more. So, I mentioned it less and less. I no longer spoke of the unforgettable things I saw. I no longer shared the heartache openly, because it was uncomfortable. It was hard to see, hard to hear. And my time to share was up. My time to love and mourn those who I would never again see, or hear, or hold a single day in my life was up within the first 9 days of losing them. I can never correct my mistakes. I can never grow or know. I can never…. but those first 9 days are gone, so no need to consider these thoughts anymore.

If only I had known on day one that I had to get all of my grief and pain out in the first 9 days.

I will never again underestimate the cruelty we place by confining grief and mourning to an unreasonable amount of days. I am sorry to all of you. All those who have loved and lost and will never be the same again. I am broken for you, here in my Six and a Half week setting. You can be grey with me, you can be forgetful. You can be broken and pained. You can overlook and even walk through me, and I will never tell you it isn’t okay. Because it simply is. I will do my best to be more compassionate in this because I have seen it now. I have lived it.

Grief has changed me. All I ask, is please, be kind to one another. We never know what pressure time has placed on our hearts.

-Susie Reynolds Reece

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