Dealing With Grief While Traveling
One thing I didn't consider or think would happen while traveling is dealing with the loss of a loved one, preparing for a natural disaster when I got home or losing my possessions in that tragedy. My mind, body, and soul weren't ready for the heartache.
On June 30, 2017, we lost a great person in our family, Rodney Brown. The little time he was part of our family, he made a significant impact on my parents, kids, sister, and nieces. Rodney was a new father, a great dad to Kaylynn, and uncle and father figure to Gabriel and Raphael. Losing him was very unexpected because we were preparing to leave for our first annual family reunion in Palmetto, Louisiana. It was heart-wrenching to watch him leave us, but I knew he was more at peace with us continuing with our plans to attend the family reunion. Rodney passed on the day we made it to our destination. The kids were heartbroken, but I built up the strength to hold them up, and my family was there to comfort me. We all miss Rodney, but we couldn't have asked for a better person to be apart of our family.
While we were in New York, 2 or 3 days before we left to go back home, we hear the news of Hurricane Harvey heading towards Texas. The family and I didn't think much of it due to we go through hurricane season every year we're used to it. When we got settled at home, we didn't know we were dealing with another monster of a hurricane, and we evacuated two days later. We didn't get the wind, but we got all the water from Hurricane Harvey, and it caused a ton of damage to our home. Water damage to our roof, living room, kitchen, and Gabriel and Raphael's room. We couldn't live at home for weeks, the cleanup process was long, and the summer heat was miserable. Gabriel was displaced from school, and he is attending a school that is located 15 minutes away from home. We're still trying to get things back to normal, but it is most definitely hard.
From all of this, I can complain but I won't, it wouldn't change anything. We still have breath in our bodies and what life had thrown at us, our strength conquered. I still cry about Rodney and having to rebuild, but it's all part of the process. What all of this has taught me is I'm stronger than I thought and day by day it gets a little easier to handle. I've come to peace that things may not be back to normal, but nothing wrong with a new normal and change. I'm coping by continuing what I started, and I know my spirit wouldn't be at peace if I didn't.
Have you ever dealt with a loss or losses while traveling? What was your first reaction? How did you cope with your loss on your travels and when you came home?