Two weeks ago I met a new friend. Her name is Janie. I was
told all summer by another bracelet wearer, Lisa, that Janie and I must meet.
So after a summer of both of us missing each other we finally got to meet over
coffee. We sat outside in the hot Texas air and we started to share our
stories. She works with an organization in town called My Healing Place. She
helps other people that are facing grief and loss in their lives. She is still
healing from her own great loss and brought me a picture of her son Matt and
shared her great love for him by sharing what he loved. Lisa, Janie and I all
felt so safe as we sat at the table and let tears roll down our cheeks. Each of
us in a different stage of grief, feeling our own story so fresh on our hearts.
Mostly, the three of us knew that we could say anything to each other and be
safe, loved and accepted. This is the gift of grief I am starting to know so
well. People that have had to go down this path of loss are there to catch you
and hold your hand as you take your steps. Sometimes our steps are forward,
sometimes they are sideways, sometimes our feet cannot move. Grief does that to
a person.
Janie wanted a bracelet to hold her dear son and his amazing
life. She wanted to wear his story on her wrist and feel the round wood beads
reminding her that his memory will be with her forever as will the love they
both shared.
As I made Janie’s bracelet I was outside by the lake. I just
knew this bracelet for Matt had to be made outside for that is where he loved
to be. I sent this picture to Janie as I finished her bracelet. She was so
happy it gave me chills to read her words, “Oh, Corinne this picture takes my
breath away!”
Janie was able to share her own story. She is so brave.
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Encircling Me in Matt Memories
"One of the cruelties of losing a loved one to suicide is
that their memory can become tarnished by the tragic circumstances of how they
died. Even after years of healing, when
someone asks me about our children and then follows my response with, “Oh, I’m
so sorry. How did he die?” Matt’s story clouds the air between us and
they stumble for what to say next. As a
society, we don’t yet know how to offer all the compassion we feel or someone
else needs.
So, when someone, instead, celebrates and symbolizes the
precious gift of Matt’s life...when someone helps me wash away any stigma
that darkens his memory...I am speechless with gratitude.
My Healing Bracelet does that because it is a tribute to
Matt’s extraordinary presence and the blessing of his life.
My bracelet has 35 beads for each year he was with
us. Then interspersed throughout those
are special reminders...a green bead for his love of nature (he was a
wildlife biologist), a white bead for his expertise and love for golf, a blue
bead for the ocean where he spent hours fishing with his dad and his friends, a
red bead for the depth of his heart, a purple bead for his love and compassion
for his family and friends, a gold bead for the pure gift he still is to me and
a black bead to honor his intense struggle with depression. Then, all of Matt’s beads are woven together
with blue elastic which reminds me of
the Tenderness that holds us both...together...forever.
What could be more healing than wearing next to my skin,
the story of his life? What a beautiful
way to celebrate him for who he truly was.
Thank you, Corinne, for your
generous heart, empathetic depth of your art and the
healing that brings to so many."
-Janie Cook
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Janie with her Healing Knots and a photo of her son Matt |
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Janie, we thank you for sharing your story about Matt and
your journey of healing. Thank you for including us on your path. I am so happy
to have a new friend. Thank you Lisa for introducing us. You were right…we
needed to meet.
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Corinne and Janie holding hands and holding each other's hearts |
With love and gratitude to everyone that is healing from
loss. You are not alone.
This is my favorite post! As I sit with goose bumps on my arms and legs and a tear in my eye, I am extraordinarily thankful to call you my friend, supporter, "sister", confidante. You, Corinne, are cherished!
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