Posted by: jodyglynnpatrick | 05/15/2013

The Twighlight Zone: Life after the death of your child

Another Mother’s Day just passed, or perhaps it was your first without your child. Are you still a parent, you wonder?  Holidays are so hard after the death of a child. Today I posted another comment from a mother who wrote to say she wants to die. Preferably right now. Her son is dead and she wants to be dead, too, but… she has a daughter. She is pulled in two. But she wants to be dead.

I know that many people will tell her, now and as she makes new acquaintances over the course of her life ahead, “I can’t imagine how I would feel if my child died!”  These people, after learning of her sorrow, will imagine they are saying something empathetic. But she won’t hear it quite that way for a long time into the future.

“No,” she will want to reply, “you can’t. You don’t have a clue.”

No one can know  it until they truly face it, but readers’ blunt comments left on this blog show grief for the sorrow that it is. “I don’t know how would I feel….” Maybe you once said that to a grieving parent yourself, but now you are on this side of the fence and, hearing it directed to you like some unwelcome confession, you wonder how you are supposed to answer that. Do you blurt out that your reality can’t be reduced to a stupid pretend game?  The truth hurts like hell. The death dropped you in a deep pit. It perhaps even made you wish for death, your own or another person’s. But you don’t say that because you know it would be unkind, judged cruel,  and what would it change? Your child would still be dead.

I’ve written about the real physical pain that scientists now understand that grieving parents experience after a child’s death — that true, physical sensation of breaking — a broken heart, a broken soul. We have so much trouble “getting our head around” what happened when even our brains hurt. Many of us have entertained thoughts of suicide in the aftermath of the pronouncement that our child is gone, but we would only compound the grief for our own survivors. We know this. But …. gone. It is like a silent scream echoing in our own head, screaming and screaming and screaming “HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED? I  CANNOT BEAR THIS PAIN ONE MORE MINUTE!”

I will tell you that, minute by minute, you bear it. And as time passes, you will laugh again. The first time it happens you may actually cry tears of anguish and guilt afterwards. The second time, and the third, perhaps, too. But eventually you will laugh and… it will just be a laugh. Not a forgetting or denial. Just a laugh. And after that, you will hope again. You will love again. The Titanic iceburg  inside your heart will melt a drop a day. You will find a way to carry your precious child with you into a future where you can no longer hold, smell or protect that child. But you will remember and always love them and make sure they are not left behind. I can tell you this, my dear reader who needs so desperately to know it today, but… I’m sorry, you will not know it as a reality until many tomorrows ahead.

The tables have turned. “I can’t imagine how I would feel if I were to live a new normal without my child.” No, you cannot. But many of us can and do and we hold out our hands to you. We understand. Right now, you may try to imagine a sense of grace again, but you can’t. In fact, you don’t have a clue how this could be. And I try and try and try to express how it can and will be, but really, words fail. Like grief, you can only know healing when you experience it yourself. But it will happen, a nano-second at a time.

I am not trying to move you out of your grief or talk you out of your pain. That is impossible. Knowing that, I don’t automatically respond to desperate posts immediately. I let an hour or more pass, because the pain is real and I won’t disrespect it with a quick or flip response. We need time to reflect. You own your grief; it is yours. I understand this. Know that there is no right time to move on or a right or wrong way to grieve. You may never move on. But I also know that the scenery will change from hell to limbo to endurable and, drop by drop, even to peace.

In the meantime, we are with you on your journey, wherever you are. And you are safe to express what you feel on this site.

Posted by: jodyglynnpatrick | 03/10/2013

In response to a grieving parent’s comment.

A comment from a reader:

“I don’t know where to start. My son, Gary, died January 8, 2013. He is a pastor, husband, daddy, son, brother. He is one of the best men I’ve ever known. I don’t know how to live with this. I am trying so hard to be strong for my grieving son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren, all the time I’m screaming why, why, why on the inside. I don’t want to live. Why didn’t God take me? I’m ready. Why have I been left here to suffer? I live alone. My ex-husband is on his third marriage and we don’t even talk. We lost a child and we can’t even discuss it. I’ve tried and he won’t respond. I am so alone. I am retired, live alone and grieve. That’s all I do. I am avoiding people or some are avoiding me. I have fewer friends now. When Gary died, some “friends” quit calling. I’ve been to church one time since his death and cried the whole time, now I am avoiding even going to church. I know that this is not very hopeful, but just needed to get it off of my chest.”

Reader, you are in a place where you don’t have to arrive hopeful, but rather, we aspire to help you leave with hope.

Your child died. Your loss is very recent and you are in the first months of “firsts” since your son died. This will be the most difficult year ahead, and I won’t mislead you into thinking otherwise. However, you can do this one hour at a time, then one day, and eventually one week.

Your son was a pastor, a good man, qualities that suggest he also was a compassionate man with a belief in everlasting existence, and a reconnection with you. You were not left to suffer, by some grand plan, but you are suffering, yes. You were, however, left to live a life worthy of your son’s dreams for you, just as he was living a life worthy of your dreams for him in and through his faith. In this way, when you naturally reconnect, you will greet him with a blessing and not a burden.

Your ex-husband is not in a place where he can emotionally reach out to you or help you through this, and your paths are not the same, and he is not seeking the solace of commiserating with you during this difficult period. He is letting you know that there is no solace for him in that scenario. Either he has another support system, or overriding other obligations, or he does not grieve in the manner you might have expected or hoped. So we must turn our eyes away from that option, and wish for him his best life. We respect for the fact that while the marriage ended, his parentage did not. And so he likely is hurting, too. But in this instance, one person in pain cannot lighten, understand or commute another’s pain.

This leaves closer family and friends. I, too, lost some “friends” after Daniel died, and others I turned away from because I felt their interest was too difficult to bear (“at least you have the other kids” and other idiotic remarks) or suffocating (“you need a nap right now; go off and I’ll take care of your kids now” when I most needed to hold them close) or fabricated.  This is an unintentional spring cleaning of friendships; you’ll find some no longer “fit” and that is disappointing, but it frees up your time to pursue more significant or relevant friendships in due time.

You are hurt. You are raw. This is a time to fall back on the resources you do have. Can you go to church when the congregation is not there, or with a trusted friend who will accept your tears? God is holding your son in his love; through God, you will find a bridge in belief.  Perhaps you could worship with your daughter-in-law? Perhaps you both are being brave, one for the other, when together you could hold a hand and share a moment of companionable grief?

We hold you close and understand, and gently encourage. You can do this impossibly hard thing being asked of you. Do not bury the love you felt and feel for your son, but wrap yourself in it, and with that barrier and protection, take a step forward and move beyond your walls and into places, with people, who offer you grace and balm. If you don’t know them, explore the mental health options available to you, and the grief support groups in your area and please, keep in touch. Reader, you are in my heart. You are in our hearts, this community we make of grieving and healing (though scarred forever), understanding parents. We have walked our own difficult walks and now are here to walk with you.

Posted by: jodyglynnpatrick | 02/08/2013

Bereavement: Thoughts after your child’s death.

Dear readers,

I’ve been reading your comments, of course, and I want to reach out and hold the hand of every parent who writes. Every posting is welcomed and prayed over. Sorry that I’ve absented myself for a few weeks; my son’s birthday — another celebration left unsung — occurred during those weeks, and I just didn’t really have anything inspiring to write. Instead, I buried myself  (yes, I see the irony of that phrase) in work and stay-busy-so-I-don’t-think activities .

One of the things I was doing was putting together a Pinterest board called “Bereavement”. If you haven’t used Pinterest yet, it’s a free social networking platform on which you create your own bulletin boards. You collect images on the web, using a Pinterest pinning tool that gets added to your browser. It’s easy… so easy and interesting that it becomes a magic rabbit hole that can suck you in for hours. You can “repin” other people’s images, and that’s the social component. Your bulletin boards reflect your interests — my site has craft items, quotes (like most people), steampunk art, kids activities, holiday suggestions, a travel bucket list… and the bereavement board.

teddy roosevelt

One of the items I posted on the bereavement board is this diary entry written by President Teddy Roosevelt on the day his wife died. “The light has gone out of my life,” he wrote on February 14, 1884.

Another posting I added is attributed to Rose Kennedy: “It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time the mind, protecting itself from insanity, protects them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but is never gone.”

Here are other postings that resonated with me and that might whisper to you, too:

“People say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Truth is, you knew what you had. You just thought you’d never lose it.”  And a posting by Buddha: “The trouble is, you think you have time.”

“Tears are words too painful for a broken heart to speak.” I really like that sentiment.

You are going to want to give up. Don’t.”  To which I added this posting: “If you’re going through hell, keep going.”

“If you live to be 100,” Piglet told Pooh Bear, “I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.”

“I walk down memory lane because I love running into you.” Yes.

“Heartbreak changes people.”  Yes. “Grief is not a disorder, a disease, or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.” Yes, yes, yes!

You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I will always love you. That’s where I will be waiting.”

There are other quotes on that board, and I added pictures of the people I love, too, who are now deceased. So while I wasn’t with you here, at this space, I was with you in my own way, thinking about you and your beloved children and remembering them as I remember my son.

To close this week, I’d like to ask you to whisper “Happy birthday, Daniel”, as I didn’t bring it up to my family members, but kept it close to my heart so as not to “disturb” them with my continuing sorrow. And to borrow from another posting on my Pinterest board, because so many others are saying things better than I, I’d like to repeat the sentiment offered by Winnie the Pooh: “If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart. I’ll stay there forever.”

Amen.

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