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Angels on the Field

10507019_10152393416675780_8248734576577210507_oDH and I were lucky enough to have dinner before the Big Game with Taylor Darveau’s parents. (See my last post for the backstory.) I will admit I was nervous to meet them. In fact, I said to a friend of mine that I didn’t know what to say to them. Her response as she had a fit of giggles –  “I’m not laughing with you. I’m laughing AT you.”  I know, it felt silly, hypocritical even. We are in the same horrific club. We both lost a child. How many people wouldn’t talk to me because they didn’t know what to say? I’m not immune to the irony.

As it turns out, I had zero reason to be nervous. They are such warm, caring, open, and forgiving people. They traveled a much harsher road than we have and yet conduct themselves with a grace and a determination that speaks volumes for the depth of their love for Taylor. I feel honored and blessed to count them among our Friends. The parallels in our lives and in our childrens’ lives is uncanny. I firmly believe that Nolan and Taylor have their hands in all of this. As much as both families would give anything to have them back, it’s comforting to know that they are together and working hard to surround all of us with their loving guidance.

How did the Big Game go? The Huskies did it, and not alone either. I have no doubt that Nolan was there, and this photo simply proves it.

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The emotions that poured forth upon the win surprised me. It hit me hard and the tears just flowed. Luckily I was surrounded by loving support and they helped me stand. I wasn’t the only one. This has been such an emotional season for all of us. I went onto the field to hug some of Nolan’s best friends on the team and could have held onto them for hours. We cried together in joy and in sorrow. Thinking about it now still brings tears to my eyes. I know Nolan is so very proud.

Nolan has been with his Brothers every step of the way this season. We move on to the State Championship game next Saturday in Portland. Including exhibition games and scrimmages, next Saturday’s will be the Huskies’ 13th game. Do you think that’s a coincidence? Neither do I.

You can catch the recap here (remember to open in new tab!):

http://wabi.tv/2014/11/15/mci-battles-back-best-bucksport-win-class-d-eastern-maine-crown/

Learn more about Taylor Darveau and the T.A.Y.L.O.R. Foundation at:

http://www.taylorfoundation.com/

The Big Game is more than a Game

 

1507760_896734047028178_7975437336775227726_nFootball has always been big here in this little town of Pittsfield, and this season it’s become even bigger. Our Huskies are about to face their Championship Game tomorrow night with an undefeated record behind them. To the Team, to the Community, to all of Us, it’s about more than the game.

Nolan decided to switch from Soccer to Football at the end of his 8th grade year. He had begun weight training with the Huskies and was drawn in by their camaraderie. He knew these boys were more than teammates, more than friends. They were brothers. They were so welcoming and inviting to Nolan. He wasn’t expecting that. He was anticipating the usual antics and hassling towards Freshmen. Those boys were nothing like that. They connected with Nolan and he fit right in from the beginning.

It broke something in all of us when Nolan died before he ever got to play on the field in an actual game. His death also created something. Nolan’s passing tightened the bonds of the Huskies bringing rise to their passion, perseverance, and endurance. Nolan’s passing brought them a mission. Their mission was to play this season for their fallen brother. Their mission was to play harder and fiercer for Nolan and to make Nolan proud. Let me tell you, they have done that and more.

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This story has captured everyone’s attention and touched our Community. Below I’ve put 2 links for a news story covering Nolan and the Huskies this season. Please take a few minutes to watch. It’s very touching.

**open link in new tab so you don’t lose me!**

http://wabi.tv/2014/11/03/nolan-berthelette-still-part-mci-football-program/

http://wabi.tv/2014/11/04/berthelette-continues-inspire-mci-football-part-2/

Are you still with me? The story gets better.  Meet our opponents in this Championship Game. The Bucksport Bucks, and they are no strangers to loss. They lost someone very special to them as well, Taylor Darveau. Taylor was a cheerleader for Bucksport and was killed last year in a Distracted Driving accident. Please take another minute to read more about this amazing connection.

http://pressbox.bangordailynews.com/2014/11/09/home/bucksport-mci-cope-with-tragedy-while-reaching-ltc-final/#.VF_JybbH-FI.facebook

Now we’re down to it. Two teams playing for their fallen mates. You couldn’t make this up. Well, maybe Hollywood could, but you and I couldn’t. It’s an incredible showdown in the making. These kids on both teams are an example of perseverance. They are an example of kinship. They are an example to all of us that there is more than a Game at hand. It doesn’t really matter who wins. Of course we’d love to see the Huskies go all the way. There’s a bigger picture here. All of these kids have lost some of their innocence. They know all too well that bad things happen to good kids. They’ve shown us how to stay strong and keep going. They’ve shown us how to hold each other up when we fall. I usually roll my eyes at the saying, but I’m using it here with all sincerity. No matter who gets the trophies at the end of the night, all these kids have won so much more than a Game.

Hugs from Heaven

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A couple of times now, I have gained consciousness while I was sleeping. Think lucid dreaming, but a little different. I know I’m asleep, or I think I am at the time, yet I can see clearly. I see DH and Li’l N sleeping soundly beside with me. I can see the clock and the time. I can see the light from the pellet stove in the next room. I can see clearly even though my eyes are closed and I don’t have my glasses on. I haven’t been able to see without glasses for 30 years! It’s been an interesting experience, but I hadn’t given it much thought until last night.

Again, the lucid state was upon me. I looked lovingly at the two sharing my bed and then I happened to look into the dark. It was in my mind’s eye, and at the same time it wasn’t. I don’t know if I can describe accurately the experience. Mere words seem inadequate. In the distance, I saw Nolan’s profile forming out of shadows. I felt a flutter in my heart, and I remember “saying” to myself or Nolan or whoever was listening “OH my God, it’s Nolan! Come here! Please come here!” and there he was. Fully formed in front of me, smiling with that twinkle in his eyes that I haven’t seen in 111 days. My heart raced, the adrenaline rushed, and I put my hands on his arms. Nolan was wearing his black Aeropostle sweatshirt that was hanging in my closet. I don’t think I noticed what he was wearing other than that. The thought came to me that every time I think of him, I think of a certain outfit he loves to wear and was surprised to see him choose that sweatshirt. He had his “gutter bangs” which he had stopped wearing recently but was one of his favorite hairstyles. I was able to touch him. I felt his arms, warm and pliant beneath my hands. I said to him “I can’t believe you’re really here!” Then I hugged him. I cannot begin to describe how that felt. He didn’t say anything to me, but he was smiling. He held me as tightly as I did him. God, it felt so good! He was taller than me still and wrapped his arms over mine, holding me to his chest like I used to do when he was smaller than me. I remember not wanting to ever leave his embrace. The waves of emotion began to flood over me and I felt myself being drawn away from him. Inside I screamed with everything I had “Wait! NO!!!!” I couldn’t stop the pull. He stayed still, smiling at me, as I was thrown into wakefulness, back into my body.

I lay in bed now fully awake, still feeling his presence. Was it a dream? It certainly could have been. It felt like more. I don’t know if I was in or out of my body. I feel like I was able to reach a place where we could both meet. My mind kicked in and pulled me back, but I really feel like I was with him for those few precious moments. I want to go back with every ounce of my Soul, I want to go back. I want to be able to spend more time in that Place In-Between; neither Here nor There, but the most special place I have ever been. There was no Otherworld around us. It was just he and I in the dark, but it was the warmest, safest dark I have ever felt.

I pray this is only the beginning of learning how to spend time with him again. Last week was so hard. I was pulled under by the Grief for a solid 5 days. I began to think I needed to be hospitalized. Seriously, it was that bad. This week I’ve been stronger. Is that the key? Each time I come out from under the Grief, I am a fraction stronger for a little while. Is this progress, or am I getting more delusional as the days pass? Honestly, I don’t care if I am. I was with Nolan for a few moments. He was smiling. I felt his arms. We held each other close, and I felt his love. If that’s crazy, then I never want to be sane again.

Chasing Ghosts and Finding Signs

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I heard the footsteps again last night. This wasn’t the first time, and I’m not the only one that’s heard them. They walk the same path Nolan would take when he was getting ready for bed at night. The steps woke me from a dream where I brought this indescribable, unconditional, pure love to children. I’m not sure what kind of healing I was doing, but as I cradled a young girl to my chest, she said she needed to lay on my necklace. (I have a necklace with a heart-stone that Nolan held all the while he was in the hospital that I wear every day.) When I asked her why, she replied in a whisper “Because it tells all the Secrets.”

That’s when I heard the footsteps. They usually come around 3:30 am. This time I got out of bed and tried to find him. “Are you there, Nolan?” I asked the empty room as the tears silently fell. “Where are you?” I didn’t see him. I wish I had. Is he wandering the house at night? Is he still going through the motions as he did here on Earth? I wish I knew.

I sleep in about 30 minute intervals. My mind is constantly calling out to Nolan. Every dream I have is about him. Usually I’m looking for him or something that I know represents him. Many times I’m trying to move in my dream but being held in place or trying to run and not going anywhere. It doesn’t take much to interpret these dreams. The night before last, I was restlessly searching for Nolan and finally was able to find part of him. I saw his feet. Is this progress? I don’t know. I couldn’t find the rest of him, or I just couldn’t see the rest of him. It’s hard to tell. You know how dreams are.

After searching the house for Nolan, I laid in bed for hours just watching the clock and crying quietly. At some point I fell back to sleep and dreamed that I was at school and a girl came up to me asking where Nolan was and how he was doing. I had to tell her “Oh Honey, Nolan passed away in July.” We both broke down, and I awoke awash in the emotions of that moment once again. There is no respite in sleep.

This morning I was reflecting on many of my dreams and not really listening to the radio playing. I was lost in my head, talking to Nolan, begging him to come back. Something strange happened. It’s not the first time this has happened either. It seemed like the volume turned up or my consciousness tuned in just as I heard:

“Sleep tight, I’m not afraid. The ones that we love are here with me.”

Was this a message from my Boy? A message from myself to myself? I don’t know, but it brought me both pain and comfort. These lyrics speak to me on so many levels. Take a moment to sit and listen with me.

The first time this happened, we were in the car. I was just sitting there, lost in my head, crying out to Nolan and it sounded to me like the radio volume increased just as the lyric rang out:

“You’ll be in my heart. Yes, you’ll be in my heart. From this day on, now and forever more.”

When I listened to the whole song, it rang such a Truth to me. I knew it was Nolan speaking to me through music. Why do I even question it? Music is (was?) such a huge part of him, is it any wonder he would reach out in this way? The signs are there. They comfort and they bring sorrow in equal measure.

I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could jump forward in time to the moment I see him again. All I have is Now. But Now really, really hurts.