Author: Mikki Eveloff

I’ve been a bit spacey these past few weeks. (Yep. My kids will tell you. Nothing new. Mom’s always spacey.) But it’s different. Distracted. Emotional. Agitated. Forgetful. And then it hit. August. THE month. Time for kids to go back to school. Summer sales. AND. THE MONTH. The fated trip. The moment. The memories. Here again.

3 years. Time to deal. Face the flood of memories. As they rush to the forefront of my mind, I see. Gregger’s twinkling eyes. His joyful smile. I feel. The warmth of his hand. Touching mine. His tender lips. Kissing me. I hear. His soft-spoken voice. Whispering, “I love you.” And instead of tears. I smile. Because I know. He’s here. In my heart.

In this world of unrest, I want to honor Gregger. The man who loved unconditionally. Deeply. His family. Friends. The man who never met a stranger. They were friends. Soon enough. The man who embodied kindness. Compassion. Generosity. All with a sense of grace. And humility. He was simple. Just Gregger.  

Last year I wrote,
“There are hundreds of little ways to make a difference. To do the right thing. The good thing. This is what Gregger did EVERY DAY. This is how he touched people. This is why people are reminded to live just a little better. Be good. Do good. Live good.”

Today I proclaim the 2017 onset of The Gregger Chain of Goodness. His legacy. Reach out and touch. With your heart, your words. You never know what someone is going through. A kind word, a smile, a hug can make a world of difference in a person’s life. I know. I’ve been there. And I’ve been touched. Try it. A few simple thoughts.

1. Call your parent/parents. Just because. End the conversation with “I love you.”

2. Reach out to a “lost” friend. Email, text, or better yet, call.

3. Talk to someone new. Introduce yourself. Ask about their life. How is their day going?

4. Help a friend. Show up. Don’t just ask. Do it.

5. Compliment. With sincerity.

6. Be supportive. Of family. Friends. Co-workers. You can agree to disagree. But still be supportive.

7. Love yourself. Be kind. Be vulnerable. Others will realize they are not alone.

8. Be happy for another’s happiness, love, success.

9. Smile. Smile. Smile. At anyone. Everyone. You just might make their day.

10. Stop. When you want to complain. Don’t. Find something positive to say instead. It might turn your world around.

There is no better time than NOW to enforce The Gregger Chain of Goodness. Once Again. Try It. Spread the Word. Share it. See how much love. Kindness. And compassion we can share with the world. In Gregger’s name. His legacy. Starting today. Starting now.

One of the hardest things I’ve learned on this grief journey is showing vulnerability. Exposing myself. Raw. Naked. Truth. Option? Walls. Dark. Blocked. Hidden. Why? To be strong. I can do this. I’m okay. Yes, I can. But then. I’m not. There are moments.  And I crack. The days my heart aches so badly the corners of my mouth won’t lift. My eyes are drawn. My face. An open book. Transparent. Everyone knows. So. What do I say? I’m okay? But. I’m not. So, I’ve learned to say just that. I’m not. It’s a bad day. I’m having a rough go. And I’ve learned. People embrace that vulnerability. It makes me real. I’ve learned. It’s okay to not be okay.

Writing makes me vulnerable. You see my layers. My life. Not perfect. Me? Not perfect. Gregger? Not perfect. (I know many of you are surprised!) But, as they say, we were perfect for each other. And now. I’m reassembling the pieces of my life puzzle. One day. At a time. Some days. I get it right. Other days. I struggle to make it fit. I twist and turn. I fight to push it in place. But as hard as I try, it won’t fit. Life. We struggle. We fight. We have obstacles. Hardships. But overcoming them? That’s the source of our greatest strengths.

We can’t control life. Or life’s challenges. If that were the case, I would have controlled what happened on the beach in Maui August 30th, 2014. But on that day, I had a choice. Be a victim. Or become a better version of myself. And with that comes attitude. My choice. Be negative. Or find the positive. The blessing. In every situation. And even this. My worst nightmare. Has given me the strength to find light. Love. And peace.

I am who I am. I am learning to love the new me. The me who looks at life through new glasses. I am vulnerable. Bare. Some days the tears fall. But that’s okay. Because being real. That’s all I ever want to be.

It was hard enough to lose the love of my life. My soul mate. My best friend. But in the past three years, I have watched pieces of my family crumble apart. Was Gregger the glue who held us together? I’ve tried so hard to play both roles. I’ve tried to be all that he was while finding myself. Not easy. Actually nearly impossible. Sometimes I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of a cliff. One minute balanced. Safe. Sound. The next. Stumbling. Rocking. Losing my footing. At any second I’ll land flat on my face. No net beneath me. Why? Just another part of the grief journey.

Losing a loved one is devastating. No ifs, ands, buts about it. There’s no “good” way to experience death. It sucks. But losing a loved one unexpectedly/suddenly presents its own set of issues. There’s no time to say goodbye. Words left unsaid. Lives changed forever in the blink of an eye. And no turning back. And for some, the ramifications are life-changing. I’ve spent almost three years of this journey coming to peace with Gregger’s loss. It will never be okay. But I can accept it. I cannot change it. I can understand there was a reason. I will never know the reason. I no longer need to seek the reason. I can just accept there was a plan. And on that day, the plan was for him to “go.” That doesn’t  mean I have to like it. I can hate it. But I can accept it. On the other hand, it doesn’t mean that everyone sees it the same way. We are on different paths. Different journeys. And sometimes that tears us apart. That’s not the way it should be. Grief should bring us together. But, ultimately, death changes everyone’s lives. Forever. And now I must accept that too. Maybe. Someday. We can come together. For Gregger. Our family. And love.

I struggled with the decision to write again. Some days I felt ready to blurt out, “Hello world, here I am. Let me tell you my story. My journey.” But others, I cowered behind the safety of the walls. No hurt. No pain. No tears. I was alive. But was I living? I needed to feel. Breathe. Let go.  Of fear. Fear of exposure. Fear of being alone. Fear of facing the truth. My feelings. The good. The bad. The truth. It’s been almost 3 years since Gregger left this earth. Some things have changed. Others not. What hasn’t changed? Missing Gregger. Loving him. Holding him in my heart. That’s forever. What has changed? Me. I’m living. Breathing. Smiling. Laughing. I have new friends. Earth Angels. These are the things I want to write about. The changes. The lessons. The tides. The waves. And how I ride them each and every day. Maybe it will resonate with another soul. I don’t know. Each and every day is brand new. A chance for a new beginning. Fresh start. So here we go. My life lessons. My Chapter 2. On my way to a new/different “happily ever after.” This is my journey…

Set aside “grief time.” Let it be okay. It’s not a bad thing. It’s a time to “let out the love you want to give but can’t.” It’s filling those empty little holes in your heart one piece at a time. Mine is the morning drive to “work out.” Not every day. But some days. It just happens. I don’t know when. It just “hits.” No warning. Just a beat of my heart. And I know. I lose myself in the music. Tears stream down my cheeks. Or I smile, sing along, and look to clouds. But it’s my time. And then it’s over. I step out of my car. And enter my “happy place.” I see my Earth Angels. My heart smiles. And joy fills my soul. I’ve had my time. I’m okay. And I know that all is right with the world.

Today seemed like the perfect day to enter the world of blogging once again. And so I am. I’ve been distracted. Afraid. Writing brings out emotions. Grief. Sadness. Tears. But also joy. Love. Happiness. So I decided. Today. I’m ready.

“This is the beginning of a new day. You have been given this day to use as you will. You can waste it or use it for good. What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it. When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever; in its place is something that you have left behind. Let it be something good.”

Not only is this the beginning of a new day, it is the beginning of a new year. Of life. For me. My birthday. These were always a big deal with Gregger. We loved celebrations. With the kids. Each other. We believed in celebrating good times. And we have memories to prove it. But P.G. (post-Gregger) it’s different. It’s another day. Another day that’s passed without him here. Another day that I’ve come to peace with my place on earth. Another day I’ve grown. Evolved. Become a bit stronger. And another day to remind me that every moment counts. Live. Love. Embrace. Cherish. Laugh. Three years have gone in the blink of an eye. I don’t want to look back three years from now and say, “Huh? Where did it go? What have I done?” I want to look back and say, “Wow! That was awesome!” My “special piece,” my “other half” will always be missing. But I’m here. I need to continue to celebrate. To live. To fight for happiness. And peace. So Happy Birthday to me. Today is the first day of the BEST year of my life. Crazy? Maybe a little. But actions begin with attitude. And mine is all about bringing on the love!