There is no way to prepare for the death of a child. When a son or daughter dies suddenly, it is earth shattering. Two images still haunt me: my son, Chris, lying in the grass and dying alone and my last conversation with him by phone. It was only an hour before he sustained a gunshot wound to the chest.
I sensed in our last conversation something was wrong. Unfortunately, I thought since he said he would return home that night, he would be okay. Sadly, I didn't listen to my own premonition, nor did my son. I had told Chris not to return to western Pennsylvania as I felt his life was in danger.
So many things left unsaid. So unnatural to bury a child. A horrendous, numbing and unbelievable shock when the police came and told me. How was ever going to tell my very ill husband, Fred? After burying Chris, this was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
Something which I remember helped me in the first week after Chris' death was writing a long letter to him. I wrote everything I felt and feared... anything that came to mind, even questions. I actually took that letter to the cemetery and buried it in the soft soil of his new gravesite. This letter and gesture were the last good-bye I never got to say.
I know not everyone feels comfortable writing. Yet, I encourage trying to write a letter as a way to say good-bye. No one is there to correct spelling or grammar. What matters is speaking from the heart. It will be an effort, not a pain free one, but pain needs expression. It may prove to be an effort well spent.
Remember, everyone grieves in their own way. I believe for my husband, Chris' death was a release as he no longer needed to live to be there for Chris. Fred asked to go to the cemetery. He asked where he would be buried. I showed him his place at the gravesite and sensed at that point after much suffering and hanging on, he was now prepared to die. And he did... six weeks after Chris.
When Fred died, I was so numb with grief about Chris, it took me two years before I could internalize Fred's death. It was a lonely time filled with anger and resentment at them both for leaving me all alone. Two years later, I was finally able to grieve Fred. I went back to my support group with a friend who had newly become a widow.
I mention my feelings of anger and resentment because it is important to be aware of these feelings as well as of jealousy and self-pity. These feelings can really affect couples who have lost a child. It is very easy not to understand each other's feelings and make each other the brunt of personal feelings. That is where support groups and individual grief counseling can be helpful to keep lines of communication open.
Let me add, too, starting to feel better doesn't mean feeling guilty also. Feeling better shows progress, effort and choosing life. This is what a son or daughter would want. Moving forward with life takes time, but there is no clock here. What is important is slow and steady progress.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Life's Detours
When my son died, I took a long and major detour off the path that was my life. My husband was very ill. He had been in a nursing home for several years. As much as one can, I was prepared for his death. Well, you never know what fate has in store for you. Instead of my husband dying, our son Chris was killed.
I had been feeling sorry for myself because I was still dealing with some complications from breast cancer, working everyday and visiting the nursing home daily. Chris dying plunged me into a spiral of despair, self-doubt and anger. It was too much for my husband. He died six weeks later. I had asked Chris to bring Dad home to end his suffering. With both gone, now I was alone.
I lost my way on the detour. I no longer wanted to live. Luckily, I had some very close friends who didn't give up on me and a pastor who was there for me. These factors, along with my faith and counseling, helped me. I chose to go on. I figured if people weren't giving up on me, then I had to respond. The last thing I wanted was to become bitter and angry and push everyone away.
One of my friends came every weekend. They took me places like craft fairs and shopping. They invited me to dinner. I did things with them, I couldn't do on my own. I don't think I could ever re-pay them or thank them enough.
I learned that isolation was my worst enemy. I realized I had to be open to some help and friendly gestures even though I didn't feel like it. It was a small start to getting back on the road to possibly continuing the journey of life. Notice I said close friends. I had to be selective about who I associated with and where I went. I would avoid large gatherings. When I experienced distress from certain people or situations, I no longer exposed myself to them. I felt there was no point in bringing unnecessary stress to my self.
Even though I needed the love and support of others, this did not include all types of activity. I had to trust my judgement and be kind to myself. Once, I had to leave a gathering because I became so upset by someone's conversation. My friend understood, had her son get my car and I left by the back door. But, it was okay. It was a learning experience in feeling my way back to life.
I hope you can relate, Dear Readers, to some of what I said and be able to get out little by little.
Peace and God bless.
Love,
Rosemarie
I had been feeling sorry for myself because I was still dealing with some complications from breast cancer, working everyday and visiting the nursing home daily. Chris dying plunged me into a spiral of despair, self-doubt and anger. It was too much for my husband. He died six weeks later. I had asked Chris to bring Dad home to end his suffering. With both gone, now I was alone.
I lost my way on the detour. I no longer wanted to live. Luckily, I had some very close friends who didn't give up on me and a pastor who was there for me. These factors, along with my faith and counseling, helped me. I chose to go on. I figured if people weren't giving up on me, then I had to respond. The last thing I wanted was to become bitter and angry and push everyone away.
One of my friends came every weekend. They took me places like craft fairs and shopping. They invited me to dinner. I did things with them, I couldn't do on my own. I don't think I could ever re-pay them or thank them enough.
I learned that isolation was my worst enemy. I realized I had to be open to some help and friendly gestures even though I didn't feel like it. It was a small start to getting back on the road to possibly continuing the journey of life. Notice I said close friends. I had to be selective about who I associated with and where I went. I would avoid large gatherings. When I experienced distress from certain people or situations, I no longer exposed myself to them. I felt there was no point in bringing unnecessary stress to my self.
Even though I needed the love and support of others, this did not include all types of activity. I had to trust my judgement and be kind to myself. Once, I had to leave a gathering because I became so upset by someone's conversation. My friend understood, had her son get my car and I left by the back door. But, it was okay. It was a learning experience in feeling my way back to life.
I hope you can relate, Dear Readers, to some of what I said and be able to get out little by little.
Peace and God bless.
Love,
Rosemarie
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Rock on the Road
There is nothing more precious than the love between a parent and a child. Seeing children being re-united with parents after recent tragedies serves as a reminder of this.
Parents will do anything humanly possible for their baby, child, teen or adult child. But sometimes, even the most heroic efforts cannot change fate-- an illness, an accident, suicide, a war or a massive tragedy. My aunt would always say to me, "Does life have to be so hard?" I don't know if it has to be, but it definitely is.
Newly elected Pope Francis has said that life is not a highway free of obstructions or challenges. Losing your child is really a big rock on your road. After the loss of your child, that road can become permanently obstructed. It is the ultimate challenge to find the will to go on after your child dies.
Don't try to go it alone. Understandably, at first, you do not want to see anyone, talk to anyone or go anywhere. It's not good to go on like this indefinitely even though everything says to you "give up." This is the time you have turn inward for the battle of your life. You have to turn within yourself to find and muster strength and courage to move that rock in your road.
I know you may think you can't do it. You don't have the inner resources. You do. Pray for strength and courage. Know that I and everyone reading this blog is praying for you, is there for you. We are behind your rock. Together we can move it. You are not by yourself. We understand. We can face our struggles on this monumental journey together.
Parents will do anything humanly possible for their baby, child, teen or adult child. But sometimes, even the most heroic efforts cannot change fate-- an illness, an accident, suicide, a war or a massive tragedy. My aunt would always say to me, "Does life have to be so hard?" I don't know if it has to be, but it definitely is.
Newly elected Pope Francis has said that life is not a highway free of obstructions or challenges. Losing your child is really a big rock on your road. After the loss of your child, that road can become permanently obstructed. It is the ultimate challenge to find the will to go on after your child dies.
Don't try to go it alone. Understandably, at first, you do not want to see anyone, talk to anyone or go anywhere. It's not good to go on like this indefinitely even though everything says to you "give up." This is the time you have turn inward for the battle of your life. You have to turn within yourself to find and muster strength and courage to move that rock in your road.
I know you may think you can't do it. You don't have the inner resources. You do. Pray for strength and courage. Know that I and everyone reading this blog is praying for you, is there for you. We are behind your rock. Together we can move it. You are not by yourself. We understand. We can face our struggles on this monumental journey together.
Monday, May 20, 2013
If Only, If Only
"If only" Chris has listened to me. "If only" he had never met that girl. "If only" I hadn't been so busy at work that day. "If only" I had called him again that night. It is said grief is a disease of the "If only's."
I'm sure each of you has your own set of "If only's" about what you might have said to or done differently with your son or daughter. These can swirl around in your head-- on and on relentlessly. How to silence them?
It's not easy. They are not always rational. Therefore, it is hard to reason them away. "If only's" involve the heart and the mind. Both the heart and the mind have to reconciled to achieve peace. In thinking this out, I have concluded reconciling the "If only's" requires talking, meditating, accepting and remembering. Sounds like a tall order. Let me break it down.
It is helpful to have someone to bounce off all your fears and doubts. This can be a good friend, family member, grief counselor, support group or clergy person.
It's necessary to get to the bottom of what is fueling the "If only's." In addition to reason and analysis, this requires getting in touch with your emotions. This is painful. Some quiet time alone taking slow deep breaths to relax or induce calm or even using a meditation recording. There are some with instructions for relaxing and others just with music, bird sounds, nature sounds or ocean sounds. Choose what speaks to you. Use it every day. Try to match feelings and analysis to come to a better understanding of where you may be stuck on your "If only." Talk to someone about what you discover.
Reconciling to your son or daughter's death means accepting what happened. Raising a child involves some luck and some chance. Things happen as part of our human condition on earth. I have had to accept the circumstances of my son's death. This leaves me trying to accept many unknowns. This is not easy. I would be lying if I said I accept this everyday and it does not chip away at me. I know I eat too much to comfort myself. But I am aware of this, and I work with a grief counselor to find this acceptance. I can, however, accept what I do know. I know Chris is at peace and would want me to be at peace.
I can remember what a great kid he was. His father and I loved him very much and he loved us. He was a fine young man who helped his father throughout his illness. He helped me, too, when I was recuperating from cancer treatment.
Remember, also, the things you did were done with the best of intentions. Life on earth is fraught with peril and hardship. It takes much will and strength to play the cards you are dealt. Think of all that you did for your child. It may take some time. It is difficult to get past the memories of tragedy to thinking about the good times. Yet, it is what must be done. Remember the good times for a few minutes each day. The times will get longer and you will get out from under the shadows of grief.
Peace, love and God bless,
Rosemarie
I'm sure each of you has your own set of "If only's" about what you might have said to or done differently with your son or daughter. These can swirl around in your head-- on and on relentlessly. How to silence them?
It's not easy. They are not always rational. Therefore, it is hard to reason them away. "If only's" involve the heart and the mind. Both the heart and the mind have to reconciled to achieve peace. In thinking this out, I have concluded reconciling the "If only's" requires talking, meditating, accepting and remembering. Sounds like a tall order. Let me break it down.
It is helpful to have someone to bounce off all your fears and doubts. This can be a good friend, family member, grief counselor, support group or clergy person.
It's necessary to get to the bottom of what is fueling the "If only's." In addition to reason and analysis, this requires getting in touch with your emotions. This is painful. Some quiet time alone taking slow deep breaths to relax or induce calm or even using a meditation recording. There are some with instructions for relaxing and others just with music, bird sounds, nature sounds or ocean sounds. Choose what speaks to you. Use it every day. Try to match feelings and analysis to come to a better understanding of where you may be stuck on your "If only." Talk to someone about what you discover.
Reconciling to your son or daughter's death means accepting what happened. Raising a child involves some luck and some chance. Things happen as part of our human condition on earth. I have had to accept the circumstances of my son's death. This leaves me trying to accept many unknowns. This is not easy. I would be lying if I said I accept this everyday and it does not chip away at me. I know I eat too much to comfort myself. But I am aware of this, and I work with a grief counselor to find this acceptance. I can, however, accept what I do know. I know Chris is at peace and would want me to be at peace.
I can remember what a great kid he was. His father and I loved him very much and he loved us. He was a fine young man who helped his father throughout his illness. He helped me, too, when I was recuperating from cancer treatment.
Remember, also, the things you did were done with the best of intentions. Life on earth is fraught with peril and hardship. It takes much will and strength to play the cards you are dealt. Think of all that you did for your child. It may take some time. It is difficult to get past the memories of tragedy to thinking about the good times. Yet, it is what must be done. Remember the good times for a few minutes each day. The times will get longer and you will get out from under the shadows of grief.
Peace, love and God bless,
Rosemarie
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Revenge Not Sweet
In my quiet time on Mother's Day, I found myself ruminating about the young woman who was involved with my son's shooting and death. To this day, I don't know to what extent or in what capacity. I only know she was there, lied to the police about her relationship with Chris and has strong family political connections. She and Chris had broken up. Why he was there seeing her that evening, I don't know. Without going into all the investigative details, she gave a lot of conflicting information and behaved strangely.
Anyway, I started to send her a copy of my blog, "Remembering Chris." I decided against that and wrote her an email instead. I told her what I thought of her and the situation. I wanted to ruin her Mother's Day. In the end, I didn't send either. I thought, I am bigger than that. I have worked very hard to get this far. If I communicated to her with negative motivation and for revenge, then the ball would be in her court. This is not what I want.
I don't want to remember her or wait to hear from her. I don't want to focus on the tragedy. I want to focus on my son's life and not his death. To this end, what has brought me the most peace was dedicating my first book to him. It was a positive way to memorialize him and commemorate his life.
Life is meant to be lived. In my book, Chris lives on in spirit in a wonderful way.
If I had any advice, it would be to commemorate your son or daughter in a positive way, preferably away from the death scene. A plaque, a bench, a tree at a place of worship, park, school or workplace; a poem or artwork you have framed; a run or a foundation, charity or scholarship if you are able. Your son or daughter's spirit, the good memories and his or her accomplishments can live on.
Not sending the blog or email made me feel better than the revenge I had in mind. I think it is more what Chris would want. I would appreciate knowing what you think and feel about what I have said. Please comment, too, if you have found anything you may have done helpful or unhelpful.
Anyway, I started to send her a copy of my blog, "Remembering Chris." I decided against that and wrote her an email instead. I told her what I thought of her and the situation. I wanted to ruin her Mother's Day. In the end, I didn't send either. I thought, I am bigger than that. I have worked very hard to get this far. If I communicated to her with negative motivation and for revenge, then the ball would be in her court. This is not what I want.
I don't want to remember her or wait to hear from her. I don't want to focus on the tragedy. I want to focus on my son's life and not his death. To this end, what has brought me the most peace was dedicating my first book to him. It was a positive way to memorialize him and commemorate his life.
Life is meant to be lived. In my book, Chris lives on in spirit in a wonderful way.
If I had any advice, it would be to commemorate your son or daughter in a positive way, preferably away from the death scene. A plaque, a bench, a tree at a place of worship, park, school or workplace; a poem or artwork you have framed; a run or a foundation, charity or scholarship if you are able. Your son or daughter's spirit, the good memories and his or her accomplishments can live on.
Not sending the blog or email made me feel better than the revenge I had in mind. I think it is more what Chris would want. I would appreciate knowing what you think and feel about what I have said. Please comment, too, if you have found anything you may have done helpful or unhelpful.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Coping on Mother's Day
To all mothers approaching this Mother's Day with an aching heart or even dread, I pray for some measure of peace and comfort for you and for myself. I tried to analyze how would be the best way to handle this day. I decided on trying to focus on good memories and a celebration of my son's life. For me, going to the cemetery on Mother's Day would be focusing too much on loss rather than life.
However, each of you should do what feels right and what your heart tells you would get you through the day. I divided the day into two parts, a private part and a public part. The private part is doing something by yourself to feel better. The public part is where you spend time with family and friends. Where you may feel the need to put on a brave face.
The private time could be devoted to prayer, meditation, scripture reading, the rosary, a cup of tea, a warm bath or listening to music. You might also do journal writing or write a letter to your child about what he or she means to you. Pour out your feelings. Cry if you feel like it. Just touch and get out your emotions.
The public part is where you might celebrate your son or daughter's life with family and friends. It's about including your child in the day's events for yourself. You could share your child's favorite dessert or pizza with others and tell a story about him or her. You could consider sharing a favorite prayer or song. Or read a poem or something inspirational in his or her honor. If you can't do it, then ask someone else to commemorate your child on this important day. The idea is to celebrate life and good memories and not mourn loss just for a few hours.
I plan to go to an afternoon buffet with very good friends with whom I spend most of my holidays. No doubt I will talk about my son, Chris, and try to find a dessert I know he would like and offer a toast. Privately, I will listen to some guitar music as my son was an avid guitarist. I can do that now. For over year after Chris died, I was unable to listen to any music in my home. A friend gave me a tape of my favorite hymn and I started there.
That's what it takes. Patience, small steps and small gestures. God bless. I hope you all have the best day possible.
Peace and love to all.
Rosemarie
However, each of you should do what feels right and what your heart tells you would get you through the day. I divided the day into two parts, a private part and a public part. The private part is doing something by yourself to feel better. The public part is where you spend time with family and friends. Where you may feel the need to put on a brave face.
The private time could be devoted to prayer, meditation, scripture reading, the rosary, a cup of tea, a warm bath or listening to music. You might also do journal writing or write a letter to your child about what he or she means to you. Pour out your feelings. Cry if you feel like it. Just touch and get out your emotions.
The public part is where you might celebrate your son or daughter's life with family and friends. It's about including your child in the day's events for yourself. You could share your child's favorite dessert or pizza with others and tell a story about him or her. You could consider sharing a favorite prayer or song. Or read a poem or something inspirational in his or her honor. If you can't do it, then ask someone else to commemorate your child on this important day. The idea is to celebrate life and good memories and not mourn loss just for a few hours.
I plan to go to an afternoon buffet with very good friends with whom I spend most of my holidays. No doubt I will talk about my son, Chris, and try to find a dessert I know he would like and offer a toast. Privately, I will listen to some guitar music as my son was an avid guitarist. I can do that now. For over year after Chris died, I was unable to listen to any music in my home. A friend gave me a tape of my favorite hymn and I started there.
That's what it takes. Patience, small steps and small gestures. God bless. I hope you all have the best day possible.
Peace and love to all.
Rosemarie
Monday, April 29, 2013
Confronting Your Pain
I want to speak to any parents who are feeling lost, helpless or stuck after the death of a son or daughter. This happens. You are unique in your loss, but not alone. Please know I and others are praying for you. The spirit of your child still loves you. In order to heal yourself, you have to give the process time and patience as well as put in effort. You can heal and walk through this painful journey and come out the other side. You will never be the same, but you can have a life.
I wanted to die after my son, my only child, and husband both died. I thought I was all alone so what was the point in going on. I even had someone keep my medications for me and give them to me only in small quantities. If you feel like giving up, you must get professional help as soon as possible. Call your doctor for a referral or go to an emergency room for help. I went to a therapist and got help.
If you feel like you can't do anything today, please, get dressed and go out for a short walk. When you get back, sit down and write a letter to your son or daughter. Tell him or her what you saw on your walk, where you went, how much you miss him or her, any family news, and say, "I love you." Do this everyday. If you feel like it, you can also keep a journal of your private feelings. It is good to write them down and get them out as this will help you heal. Just write what you are thinking. Don't worry about spelling and grammar. If you are feeling a lot of anger, blame or guilt, a therapist or grief counselor or a priest, minister or rabbi can help sort this out. There is no shame or weakness in reaching out for help
It is painful to confront our thoughts and emotions, but necessary to the process of grieving and healing. It is less threatening to do nothing. You have to give this some thought and decide what you want for yourself and for those around you. I and those around you have faith you can make this journey through the shadows and emptiness of your grief. Please start with small steps today.
I wanted to die after my son, my only child, and husband both died. I thought I was all alone so what was the point in going on. I even had someone keep my medications for me and give them to me only in small quantities. If you feel like giving up, you must get professional help as soon as possible. Call your doctor for a referral or go to an emergency room for help. I went to a therapist and got help.
If you feel like you can't do anything today, please, get dressed and go out for a short walk. When you get back, sit down and write a letter to your son or daughter. Tell him or her what you saw on your walk, where you went, how much you miss him or her, any family news, and say, "I love you." Do this everyday. If you feel like it, you can also keep a journal of your private feelings. It is good to write them down and get them out as this will help you heal. Just write what you are thinking. Don't worry about spelling and grammar. If you are feeling a lot of anger, blame or guilt, a therapist or grief counselor or a priest, minister or rabbi can help sort this out. There is no shame or weakness in reaching out for help
It is painful to confront our thoughts and emotions, but necessary to the process of grieving and healing. It is less threatening to do nothing. You have to give this some thought and decide what you want for yourself and for those around you. I and those around you have faith you can make this journey through the shadows and emptiness of your grief. Please start with small steps today.
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