A close friend of mine lost her son on May 21 in a tragic circumstance. I have cried everyday since. Despite my own feelings of loss and sadness at the loss of this beautiful young man, I can't begin to fathom my friend's feelings of loss and heartbreak. It is truly a devastating loss for us all, but for his momma and his dad, I can't imagine. We all are grief-stricken.
Someone posted a piece on Facebook about "complicated grief" written by Tom Zuba who had lost 2 of his precious children and his wife, all at different times, through different circumstances. He is now a life coach and teaches people about grieving. What he wrote was so powerful and so freeing. My friend read it and felt release and permission to just be where she is with her grief. To let it take whatever form it will.
I am sharing it here and I hope you will read it too, because I think that grief is not always just about dying. I think that many parents here in our blogger world feel grief that we may think we don't deserve to feel, or that we try to shush away because after all.....our child is still alive.
However, we are most certainly grieving the lives we thought we would have, the lives we thought THEY would have. There is so much loss associated with having a child with the very terminal disease, condition, issues of addiction....whatever you choose to call it, it is terminal unless brought into remission. So we live, waiting for that phone call. Waiting for the next crisis, the next relapse, the other shoe to drop. Even during good times, "it" hangs over our head.
What if we allowed ourselves the freedom to grieve as we saw fit, as our hearts led us? To just sit with what we are feeling, the deep sense of loss or fear or even anger. What if we had the courage to embrace the process of grieving? I think for me I have been afraid to unleash whatever God awful sorrow was lurking inside of me, because it might be too strong, I might never stop crying or feeling sad, it might cripple me and stop me from being able to function. I think it can be a terrifying process, but I also think it is so necessary and it leads us to our liberation from living in fear and with that heaviness that hangs over us, to a place of acceptance of what is. Grieving is a process, like so many others.....and once we can find our way through to the other side there is new life there. Maybe not what we expected. Not we had planned on or hoped for, but beautiful, fresh, and new in all of its own miraculous ways.
Let us all find the courage to walk through whatever losses we experience and to keep on living full vibrant lives as we set out to heal our broken hearts.
Much love for us all......
Below is Tom's essay shared here with his permission:
What if I told you that the appropriate, natural, even healthy response when someone you
dearly love dies is to kick, scream, roll around on the floor, and foam
at the mouth? Until you no longer have a need to do that. Well, it
But instead of the kicking and screaming, your doctor will
now encourage you to take a pill to “take the edge off of it.” “No need
to feel the pain,” he or she will say, when there’s a little pill for
And instead of rolling around on the floor and foaming at
the mouth, many of us have bought into the mythical, iconic images of a
graceful, dignified, and somehow-through-her-black-veil, still
beautiful Jackie Kennedy navigating her husband’s funeral and burial.
Images that travelled round the world and continue to hold power over
us. By doing so, we’ve unknowingly and unconsciously set ourself up to
create pain on top of pain. It’s now become the American way of doing
grief. Pretending. Denying. Repressing. Staying strong. And sucking
it all up. I call it the old way of doing grief. Trust me. It
doesn’t work. I tried it three times. My 18-month-old daughter Erin
died suddenly in 1990. My 43-year-old wife Trici died equally as
suddenly in 1999, and my 13-year-old son Rory died of brain cancer in
2005. Along the way, I discovered a new way to do grief. A way rooted
in hope with the promise of a full, joy-filled life.
forgotten that death is a normal part of life. We spend millions and
millions of dollars because we’re so desperate to prolong life,
regardless of the quality of life our beloved experiences during their
last few days, or weeks, or even months. We call this love. It is not.
We’ve told ourselves over and over again that the death of a
child is unnatural. Our mantra is now “No parent should have to bury
their child.” We’ve conveniently forgotten that up until the beginning
of the last century, due to advances in medicine, almost every family
buried two or three or even four of their children before the kids
reached the age of five.
In our attempt to get back to “the
way things were” as quickly as possible, we’ve shortened the rituals
surrounding death. We now need to wrap it up and tie it with a bow in
three days or less, because most of us have to be back at work. A two
or three day visitation and funeral where immediate family was supported
by extended family, friends and neighbors has conveniently morphed into
a quick and easy one-stop, no muss no fuss, sign the book so they know
you were there; walk past the dead body or better yet, the ashes in a
pretty urn; shake a hand with a bumbled “my deepest condolences;” and
you’re back home in 15 minutes or so, if you timed it right. We will do
anything and everything possible to make sure we never have to feel a
feeling or express an emotion.
And now we’ve decided that
grief is the enemy. A sickness. A disease. We need to label it and
dissect it and give a time period - 365 days - before it becomes
“complicated.” We’re being told that women have a harder time, and are
more susceptible to “catching” complicated grief. Same scenario if the
death of your beloved was sudden, or by suicide, or your beloved was a
child, or God forbid, you’ve had multiple losses.
Grief is the
automatic, internal response to loss. If you are human and you attach
to people, places or things ~ a beloved, your job, your house, your car,
your health, your youth, etc ~ and you lose that something, you will
grieve. Everyone grieves. All the time. And grief expresses itself in
countless number of confusing and surprising ways, such as sadness, and
anger, and guilt, and numbness and confusion. Grief expresses itself
though overeating or losing your appetite, through heart palpations and
dizziness. Through loss of memory, and a strong desire to stay in bed,
or work all the time or sit in a chair and stare. This is all grief.
Most of us don’t know much about it. How would we? We pretend it
doesn’t exist. We never talk about it, until it is our turn to navigate
Although, the very nature of grief is wild, and
unpredictable, and nonlinear, and yes, cruelly complicated, grief is not
the enemy. Grief is not to be avoided at all costs. Grief can be the
great teacher, when we let it.
We heal from all the losses we
experience when we mourn; when we identify what is occurring on the
inside and push it up and out. This is the new way to do grief. We
mourn when we externalize the internal. The problem is, however, that
most of us are given 3-5 days to mourn and then it’s back to work and
back to “normal.” It’s the message we get over and over from our boss,
our family members, our friends and our colleagues. They don’t know any
better, and won’t until it is their turn. They are innocent and
When someone we dearly love dies, a part of us dies
too. The part dies that was wrapped up in the plans and wishes and
dreams we had for our life with our beloved, be that a child, a spouse
or partner, a parent, or a dear family member or friend. Life will
never go back to the way it was. The challenge, and the opportunity is
to create a new life. A life that is richer because we were capable of
loving, deeply. A life that is more compassionate, and kinder, and more
gentle. A life filled with gratitude for what is.
occurs when we mourn in a safe, sacred space where we get to feel every
feeling and emotion that arises. A space where we feel loved and
lovable, and where we are seen, heard and honored. Sadly, we no longer
create this space for ourself and we certainly don’t create that space
for each other. Therefore, most of us no longer mourn. And that’s why
our grief journey may get complicated. It's not the grief that’s
complicated. Grief is natural and normal. It's the lack of
understanding, love, compassion, kindness, gentleness and the
willingness to accompany another person on their journey that
complicates the journey. We can do better.