Showing posts with label Agitation. Show all posts
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Wednesday's Woe - WARNING! GRIEVING PARENTS LIVE HERE!






Wednesday's Woe

WARNING! GRIEVING PARENTS LIVE HERE!

or

The Third Year of Grief..."We Should Be Over It!" ???



Last week my husband and I went to a holiday party. We enjoyed the food, piano music, and visiting with friends. As we prepared to leave, a friend asked what I was doing these days. When I told her we were raising our twin grandchildren because their parents had died in separate car crashes, her jaw dropped.

"That's unbelievable," she said.

Another person overheard our conversation and was obviously uncomfortable with my honesty. This is not the first time this has happened. Years ago, I had a similar experience. I answered a question honestly and a guest commented, "Please don't spoil the party." She was partially right. There is a time and place to tell your story, but sometimes you tell it because you are surprised or caught off guard.

You have a story to tell. But Vamik D. Vokan, MD and Elizabeth Zintl, in their book Life After Loss, say the American culture prohibits the expression of grief. "We are a culture of death deniers," they write. Death deniers, which may include family members and friends, do not want any connection with your pain. Yet you must tell your story in order to cope, do your grief work, and create a new life.

Grief changes you forever. Not telling your story is to deny your identity and life experience. Though you are temporarily lost in the darkness, telling your story helps you find your way through grief. At least, that is my experience after losing four loved ones in nine months.

~Harriet Hodgson quoting "JoAnne," How Long Should You Tell Your Grief Story? 12/22/09


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Word has it, some folks think my grief is in slow motion...
Well that's putting it mildly.
To put it bluntly, they think,

"You mean she is not over it?!"


What?!


Really now, do they think I should

be "Over" the Grief of Losing My Child?!


Yes, Grief is Slow!

Yes, I am in a Bad Way!

Yes, I am in a lot of pain!


But really now, you think I should be over the loss of my 19-year-old baby girl who was my heart and soul, and the apple of my eye?!




If I really wanted to be ugly about it, I might say something tacky that a little southern, Georgia peach would never say, like,


"Well golly, you must not love your kids then, because if any of them died, then 3 years later, you would never, EVER be 'over' losing them!"



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Dealing with the land-of-the-living when you are walking through the Valley-of-the-Shadow-of-Death can be confusing at the very least, and at times, downright infuriating. If I sense even an inkling of the "you-ought-to-be-over-it" nonsense coming from a colleague, friend, or family member, I do my best to stay FAR AWAY from that person. No thank you, I don't have any more room for any additional toxins on my plate. Loss of a child is quite enough, thank you. No room for ignorance, judgmentalism, or the shallow thinking that if-you-have-God-in-your-life-then-all-should-be-peachy-keen...

I wonder, did they ever REALLY examine Jesus' life? I mean, He was God's own Son, and yet all-was-NOT-peachy-keen in His life on this earth, my dear!

And to top it all, if you read your Bible, you will find

Jesus Himself reminded us, His dearly beloved children, over and over, in-effect,

Your lives here on Earth will NOT be "peachy-keen"!


We are to expect

Suffering,

Bearing our cross,

Not getting the completion of the promise this side of Heaven,

etc., etc., etc.


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So Grief itself is crazy-making enough. I don't need anyone to pile on, thank you very much.


Thank goodness I ran across this book this month, What Forever Means With the Death of a Child, in the midst of my debilitating grief that was throwing out spiritual warfare, anxiety attacks, and mental quagmires that were almost impossible to find my way out of...


In this book, I found an "answer" to "explain" my mind-blowing grief. Kay Talbot is a grieving mother and a very thorough psychotherapist, articulating beautifully this world-of-grief we child-loss parents find ourselves in. In her book, she reveals some child-loss research that aligns with my current reality:


The average parent going through child-loss grief Bottoms Out at the Third Year (at least in regard to the difficulty of being able to see any semblance of purpose for their lives...). My interpretation of this research is

Child-Loss Grief Bottoms Out Around Year Three...



and around year three is exactly where I am!



This research helps me feel


I am not really going crazy... This Hellatious-kind of Grief is par-for-the-course with child-loss!

So...


As far as I can tell, my spiritual source, Jesus, tells me I am going through the expected hell that comes with living on this earth...


And my psychological research source, Dr. Kay Talbot, tells me that I am going through the expected hell that comes with living with this child-loss grief!


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I feel like the Tennessee moon-shiner, Popcorn Sutton: Being that his career was illegal and thus inadvertently attracted many unwelcome parties to snoop around his life, he hung a sign on his shed that I sometimes would like to borrow...It reads, in effect,


"WARNING! POPCORN SUTTON LIVES HERE,
SO KEEP YORE DAM @$$ OUT!"



Maybe my husband will make us a sign to put on our gate that says,


WARNING! GRIEVING PARENTS LIVE HERE,

SO KEEP YORE DAM @$$ OUT!




Now, isn't that a sweet little thought from this Georgia peach!










Saturday, July 11, 2009

From gate to Gate


From gate to Gate




Of Mommy and Child, oh the times divine,
Short though they were, they were God’s sweet lifeline,
Held tightly at times with this heart of mine,
To cherish each moment, sweet times benign . . .



When you left, I had to plant my garden lush,
With flowers that would stand in a straight line—
Otherwise, my worried mind would not hush . . .
The flowers . . . would obey . . . their bound’ry line.




The days drug on that you were not yet home;
51 days on the streets you would roam,
And then you called—you wanted to come home;
I rushed to get you, praying for shalom . . .



Before you left that day, we’d asked you t’ stay—
I took what was t’ be my last look at you;
We hugged so tight, and yet … you pulled away;
You were nineteen; what else could Mommy do …?




You ran down the steps and out of our gate,

And I

won’t get to see you

till




Heav’n’s Gate . . .





Painting: The Garden at Pontoise by Camille Pissarro, 1877

Poetry prompts line, look, lush from
http://simplysnickers.blogspot.com/2009/07/poetry-prompt-through-sunday-july-12.html



Written 7/5/09 – From gate to Gate – Angie Bennett Prince


Saturday, May 2, 2009

Profound Nightmare



Profound Nightmare

 

To bed at 2, up at 3:47 . . .

Dreamed of her—it was another nightmare:

I thought she was here, not up in Heaven,

And yet I could not find her anywhere.  


I dreamed it was some kind of holiday,

A special day I was to share with her.  

I couldn’t find her; there was not a way . . .

Of which date, or which place, I was not sure!


. . . So I was going to get to see her,

Could not find her—I was letting her down!

Frenetically seeking, kept missing her . . .

Rules I was following would run aground.  


. . . A superficial world I was hanging

Onto, the rules of which I could not change:

It seemed my head, I was “banging, banging”—

The pathway I was on was way too strange.


(What could the moral of my nightmare be?)

She was somewhere, but on a different plane.

My clichéd rules were just frustrating me;

Holding onto them were just bringing pain.


I was living in a make-believe world,

Its rules could not help me find m’ baby girl.

Perhaps she wasn’t the only one stuck;

We were both trapped in lives kicking up muck!


In her life here, she was with me, but lies

Were what was keeping me away from her.

Now she’s away—in Heaven; I realize

My make-believe “dreams” distance me from her.


But I could not seem to drop rigid rules;

I knew I was using all the wrong tools.

When she was here, she was “bound” to have her way;

My make-believe dreams trap me the same way.


Why can’t I stop my magical thinking,

That if she were here, my life would be “syncing.”

Letting her go would mean trusting that God

Would bring her closer by (her) leaving this sod.


This world—is not all there is, I must trust!

We get our real life by turning to dust?!

Letting her go brings her closer to me?!

Holding what was distances her from me?!


God, may You have mercy to set me free—

“My” kingdom on earth is not good for me;

I must let go of all idol worship,

Even if it means “perfect life” worship!


Lord, You know I’m stuck in all the wrong rules;

The only way “out” is to use Your tools.

The only release is to follow You—

Lord, refresh my heart with Your morning dew . . .

Create a clean heart, right spirit renew!


Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.  

Psalm 51:10 KJV  (one of her favorite verses)


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Written 4/21/09 – Profound Nightmare – Angie Bennett Prince