Grief Recovery Stories: Frank's Journey in the Shovelling Man Series

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In Cape Breton, stories often revolve around themes of grief and healing, particularly in the context of life after loss. This unique island has become a fertile ground for narratives that resonate deeply with its residents. One such narrative is found in the Shovelling Man Series, which explores the human experience through sound. As we delve into the rise of hyper-palatable sound, we can see how it intertwines with Cape Breton stories, reflecting the emotional landscapes shaped by loss and the journey toward healing.

Colorful Cape Breton art and a man sitting by a shovel in snow.

reviews:The Shovelling Man Series

An elderly man enjoys music and coffee outdoors in a warm, sunlit setting.

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The book is an insightful account of the grief journey of a spouse navigating life after loss and the difficult decisions he makes to honor his beloved while he struggles to move forward. Your message has inspired us to BURN our many years' worth of journals, much like the Cape Breton stories that resonate with our experiences, sometime late summer. This way, there will be no dilemma for those we leave behind. Thank you for your 'Shovelling Man Series' idea, which has been a source of inspiration for our grief and healing.

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An elderly man in winter clothes reads a book titled "The Tibetan Book of the Dead" beside a shovel in a snowy landscape.

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The Shovelling Man Series is a deeply compassionate book that beautifully captures the essence of grief and healing. Set against the backdrop of Cape Breton, it's a simple yet profound story about a man grappling with the pain of losing his wife. He must navigate his way through his sorrow, all while facing the heavy snowfall outside. This narrative embodies a Zen quality, illustrating just how deeply he loved his wife and highlighting the journey of life after loss. It's a very stoic tale, and I truly enjoyed this exploration of Cape Breton stories.

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Excerpts from The Shovelling Man Series (1-7)

A fox sighted by Frank, The Shovelling Man

#1 The Shovelling Man: A Fox

A Mechanical Woman with lights on from The Shovelling Man Series

#2 The Shovelling Man Begins

Frank shovelling snow from The shovellingmanseries.com

#2 The Shovelling Man cont.

He shook his head at his silent chaos and the unsettling feeling of death still alive in his mind, a feeling often echoed in the Cape Breton Stories of grief and healing. When he stepped outside, he raised his shovel like a sword against the icy air, a tool for his life after loss. Julie was probably watching him from above. "Keep the light on for me," he said to the pale grey sky, as he began his work in the Shovelling Man Series.

Frank from the shovellingmanseries.com breaks his shovel

#3 Shovelling Man: For You, Julie, I can do anything!

A plough rambled down the road, leaving a fat lip of snow at the base of his driveway in Cape Breton. By the time he had cleared it, his ears were freezing and his fingers stiff. When the shovel broke, he tossed it behind the garage, a small frustration in a world filled with Cape Breton stories of grief and healing. Only an excuse was all he ever needed for a trip to the Canadian Tire; Julie’d tease him. She’d be leaning against the stove, waiting for whatever she was baking. She was always baking something, filling their home with the warmth and smells of ginger cake, apple pies, and bread she had taken with her in life after loss.

Frank from the shovellingmanseries.com breaks his shovel and has to head to Canadian Tire

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As he backed the truck out of the garage, he looked at the blue shutters with the cutout hearts─Julie’s choice, a small piece of their Cape Breton home. Everything was her choice. Frank followed the plough tracks down the road, reminiscing about the Cape Breton stories they had shared. When he reached for his sunglasses, he ignored her gloves on the passenger's seat, her sunglasses in the cup holder, and the statue of St Christopher she hung from the rearview mirror to keep them safe. How could she have passed and left so much behind? Every inch of their home was hers, and now he was navigating life after loss while grappling with his grief and healing. This was all part of the Shovelling Man Series of challenges he never anticipated.

The Tibetan Book of the Dead read by Frank to his wife Julie from the shovellingmanseries.com

#4 Shovelling Man: The Tibetan Book of the Dead

Over the next few months, they embarked on a shared journey through the book, their together-readings and earnest discussions serving as a lifeline between them. These readings guided Frank through his grief and healing, providing them with a shared language—a necessary dialogue that brought comfort in their life after loss. At night, he'd whisper in her ear: Fundamental light. Oh, nobly born, let not thy mind be distracted... There were other nights when they would put on Van Morrison's Into the Mystic, allowing the music to weave through their Cape Breton stories. He'd twirl her around in the living room until she couldn’t anymore. When the grief became overwhelming, he dropped his head into his hands and stayed there until it passed. Then, he dressed and grabbed his shovel, a routine that connected him to the Shovelling Man Series. Gord looked out his living room window. It was midnight, and Frank was shovelling. He shook his head, but he understood.

Frank is lost without his wife Julie who has recently passed from the shovellingmanseries.com

#5 Shovelling Man: Humbled by Her Courage

On the nights when Frank couldn't sleep, he would shovel and then head to the backyard, where he would sit in the snowbank behind the garage and beneath the big spruce, hidden from the neighbors. In those moments, he often reflected on his life after loss, recalling how Julie had pointed at him and said, 'You can do this!' Frank wished to be nearby while she worked in the kitchen, just in case she needed him. He looked out their back window as she prepared their supper, with the trees casting deep black shadows, reminiscent of the winter nights in Cape Breton. Since Julie had returned from her three-month hospitalization, Frank had taken on the role of the Shovelling Man, cooking every night except for that one night when she had insisted on doing it herself. Their journey through grief and healing was a series of small moments, much like the Cape Breton stories he cherished.

Frank is remembering Julie's return from the hospital after 3 mos from the shovellingmanseries.com

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What would he do without her?

I won't be here for you, she said.

Ahh, he said, but you'll be up there holding the door.

She nodded with a smile. Let me do the cleanup.

Frank knew she cried when she washed dishes. And that she needed to have her time alone. Signals of their new status, much like the stories shared in Cape Breton, where grief and healing intertwine in life after loss.

Lord Tennyson came to mind as he sat in his reading chair, reminiscent of the Shovelling Man Series, which often explored themes of sorrow and remembrance:

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

Tears from the depth of some divine despair,

Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

And thinking of the days that are no more.

He reached for Tennyson in their collection to read the poem because he decided to combine contemporary and ancient materials for her service.

Frank dreamed of a shovel in his eye in the shovellingmanseries.com

#6 Shovelling Man: A Shovel in His Eye

He awoke, startled by the bizarre dream of a shovel in his eye, reminiscent of the themes in the Shovelling Man Series. "Shovel in my eye?! Shovel in my eye?!" he thought, bewildered. "See what?! Am I supposed to see something?" The ambiguity of the dream bothered him like a message only half heard, much like the stories of grief and healing that often emerge in Cape Breton. He had zero patience for anything that wasn’t as straightforward as death, especially when reflecting on life after loss.

"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean" reads Frank from the shovellingmanseries.com

#6 Shovelling Man: cont.

What was next? What could possibly be next?

He knew he needed to consider Julie's sewing room, as she called it. Her stuff, notebooks, drawings, journals, and extensive wardrobe neatly divided into seasons and colors were remnants of her life in Cape Breton. Her things were beyond his understanding, but they were part of the Cape Breton stories they had shared. Yet, he knew he needed to do this because she was not coming back.

Now?

Yes, now.

He set his shovel behind the garage in a snowbank, a task he had to undertake as part of his grief and healing process. Icicles hung from the garage, a stark reminder of life after loss, but he was determined to keep moving forward, just like the Shovelling Man Series he admired.

#7 Shovelling Man: Once the Snow Had Gone

Frank watched the sunrise over Cape Breton, reflecting on the beauty that surrounded him. He had not slept because his mind was ablaze with the possibilities of his life and the Cape Breton stories he yearned to tell. His ideas were beyond his ken, as though he had stepped through a gateway—a portal to the places of his imagination where adventures awaited.

He and Julie had done everything together; they were a good couple. But now, as he grappled with grief and healing, Frank found himself alone, and time was ticking away on his clock.

The Tibetan Book of the Dead's descriptions of the Bardo’s states between death and rebirth resonated deeply with him. He felt caught between the states—between life and death, following the passing of his wife of fifty years and contemplating his own rebirth into... that was the question he feared to pose. He did not know what life after loss looked like or what would mark the beginning of his new life. Perhaps in the stories he would share about the Shovelling Man Series, he could find the answers he sought.

#7 Shovelling Man: cont.

Everything felt different now. He sighed and looked up the road at his neighbours’ homes, reflecting on the stories of Cape Breton that surrounded him. Everything was different now. From this point forward, things would change. He knew it deep within, just as he had learned through the tales of grief and healing in Cape Breton stories. He was at the corner of what was and what would be, stepping into life after loss, ready to embrace the next chapter of the Shovelling Man Series.

Tibetan Book of the Dead: the 49th day

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The 49th Day according to the Tibetan Book of the Dead in the shovellingmanseries.com

#8 Shovelling Man: The 49th Day!

Julie's journals in the shovellingmanseries.com

#8 Shovelling Man: The 49th Day!

Time is up for Frank in the shovellingmanseries.com

#9 Shovelling Man: Time was Up!

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Frank saw the woollen socks Julie had ordered. shovellingmanseries.com

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Frank had never contemplated leaving before from the shovellingmanseries.com

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Excerpts from The Shovelling Man Series (1-7)

#1 The Shovelling Man: A Fox

#2 The Shovelling Man Begins

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#3 Shovelling Man: For You, Julie, I can do anything!

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#4 Shovelling Man: The Tibetan Book of the Dead

#5 Shovelling Man: Humbled by Her Courage

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#6 Shovelling Man: A Shovel in His Eye

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#7 Shovelling Man: Once the Snow Had Gone

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Tibetan Book of the Dead: the 49th day

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#8 Shovelling Man: The 49th Day!

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#9 Shovelling Man: Time was Up!

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