Thursday, May 8, 2014

Thursday's Therapy - Surviving Mother's Day






Thursday's Therapy

Surviving Mother's Day






Every Angel Parent can face the ultimate tragedy and survive. It's the day-to-day living, after the fact, that will bring you to your knees. 
~Barbara Karrer, Grieving Mothers



We know holidays are bad, simply bad. Tommy and I laughed tonight as we pondered the thought of "moving our anniversary" date to another month since our wedding anniversary falls just nine days after Merry Katherine's birth date, but we couldn't find a month in the whole year that didn't have something in it that makes the month hard for us to survive! But you can imagine how "cooked" we are after her birthday; there is no way we feel like "celebrating" just days later! So, yes, all holidays are bad:

Christmas. New Years. Son's Birthday. Tommy's Birthday. Valentines Day. Merry Katherine's Birthday. Son and Daughter-in-law's Anniversary. Daughter-in-law's Birthday. Son's Birthday. Mother's Day. Father's Day. July 4th. Death Day. Ellie's Birthday. My Birthday. Halloween. Thanksgiving. Christmas. Wow! A lot of days that are extra-sad!

But it hit me tonight that Mother's Day (and Father's Day as well) is universally bad among bereaved parents. A day that has been so special with special family (complete-family) memories now becomes sad because one of our precious children is not here to celebrate. What are family holidays for if one of the "family" can never be with us to "celebrate"?

The absence of her presence looms large through the room, and we just can't do it! 

At least not yet we can't.


Part of the pain is --- she is not here. The other part, possibly equally painful, is that we love our sons, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter dearly, and we so hate that our limitations make us so "abby-normal" that we simply cannot meet on that day. So add to our pain and grief the disheartening realization that we are likely disappointing the others in our family whom we love equally!

Well, "That's just what be's!" my sons tease me. It is what it is. They graciously take us where we are, always knowing we can "celebrate" on another day. We are blessed to have two tender sons who love us in spite of ourselves.







TeriAnn is so right in her graphic when she says,

"A mother's grief and mourning knows NO end,  
her love--- NO boundaries."
~TeriAnn Sargent 



So, what do you do when the Grief-and-Mourning and Love compete against one another on this special day?

These therapists are stumped!


P.S., Just stumbled upon Tanya Lord's suggestions for holidays that grace-fully address our broken hearts' situation:




I guess what we unwittingly have been doing is practicing three of these wonderful rules:


"Allow traditions to change to accommodate the missing space."
 

"Allow me to say no to invitations."
 

"Remember that much of what I do is a reflection of my grief not my feelings about the holiday or my friends and families. Though I am hurting I still love and care."



(Thank you Tanya Lord of "The Grief Toolbox" for your very sensitive and caring suggestions!)


~Sweet blessings to all your grieving hearts~









Top graphic - Thank you to 
Barbara Karrer of Grieving Mothers Muzy
http://grievingmothers.muzy.com/?next_start=1349230938#lightbox_post_89889660

Other graphics, thanks to

TeriAnn Sargent, Grieving Mother,
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=315809168567565&set=pb.118424748306009.-2207520000.1398549550.&type=3&permPage=1

Tanya Lord of The Grief Toolbox,
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=139176552897495&set=pb.118424748306009.-2207520000.1398556725.&type=3&theater

both, found on Facebook's



Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Wednesday's Woe - Like It Was Yesterday - (The Trauma They Don't Know About…)







Wednesday's Woe

Like It Was Yesterday...

(The Trauma They Don't Know About…)










I dreamed of my child today,
A young adult, just like she was then!
(Not as a child
Like I usually dream)
We were sitting together,
She, filling out forms,
Me, concerned about her
All, like it was yesterday…

She went with some doctors
They took her away
They came back a minute later
Saying, "She died."

I was just with her!
It can't be.
Disbelief!

I wake up ~
Relieved!

Coming out of my deep sleep
My mind scrambled
To make sense of now.
Realization.
But, she is gone!
She was killed!

Back to my living nightmare…

But… I was just with her!
It was all so real…
Just moments ago, with her!

Agitated for hours now,
not knowing why…
Then I weep…

I was just with her---
Now she's gone.
Again...

Grief starts all over
Like it was yesterday…



~~~








Poem - Like It Was Yesterday ~Angie Bennett Prince - May 5, 2014









Dreams Graphic, thanks to 


C.S. Lewis Quote, thanks to
Casie Hawkins on Pinterest

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Tuesday's Trust - I Am Broken...





I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: 
I am like a broken vessel.

~Psalm 31:12


Tuesday's Trust

I Am Broken...










I Am Broken…



My child was killed…
Broken am I.
And yet…


HE was broken for me!


Goals, you say?
Who am I?
Where am I going?


He went to the cross!
He died for me!
He died for my child!


I am God's child.
I lost my child.
I carry my cross.


He broke bread
…...............................and gave it to His disciples.
….............His body, broken for me…


Perhaps in my brokenness
He pours out, through me...


I am broken.
I am made in His image,
to be conformed to Him.
He was broken.
I'm to become like Him…


God's way
Is not man's.



We're to be broken, poured out...


His goal for me?


Not the way of the world
But the way of Love.
I am broken,
But I am His.
My child was broken,
But she is His.
Love holds us both.
It is enough.




Jesus, You are enough for me.

~Philippians 4:19



~~~






"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways," declares the LORD. "For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways And My thoughts than your thoughts."



~~~




 But Jesus answered them, saying, “The hour has come that the Son of Man should be glorified. Most assuredly, I say to you, 

unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain. 

He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. If anyone serves Me, let him follow Me; and where I am, there My servant will be also. If anyone serves Me, him My Father will honor.


John 12:23-26 NKJV



Poem - I Am Broken... ~Angie Bennett Prince - May 5, 2014









"Broken" graphic, from
http://in-formatio.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/depressionslide3.png

Scripture graphic, thanks to 
* Scripture & Words * NO.5    Phoebe    on Pinterest


Monday, May 5, 2014

Monday's Mourning Ministry - There Will Be a Day! - (Jeremy Camp Song) ~7-year-old sings at funeral






Monday's Mourning Ministry

There Will Be a Day!

(Jeremy Camp Song)

~7-year-old sings at funeral
















There Will Be A Day!


7 Year-Old Sings at Grandfather's Funeral


(Jeremy Camp song)



I try to hold on to this world with everything I have
But I feel the weight of what it brings, and the hurt that tries to grab
The many trials that seem to never end, His word declares this truth
That we will enter in this rest with wonders anew

But I hold on to this hope and the promise that He brings
That there will be a place with no more suffering

There will be a day with no more tears
No more pain, and no more fears
There will be a day when the burdens of this place
Will be no more, we'll see Jesus face to face
But until that day, we'll hold on to you always

I know the journey seems so long
You feel you're walking on your own
But there has never been a step
Where you've walked out all alone

Troubled soul don't lose your heart
Cause joy and peace he brings
And the beauty that's in store
Outweighs the hurt of life's sting

But I hold on to this hope and the promise that He brings
That there will be a place with no more suffering

There will be a day with no more tears
No more pain, and no more fears
There will be a day when the burdens of this place
Will be no more, we'll see Jesus face to face
But until that day, we'll hold on to you always

I can't wait until that day where the very One
I've lived for always will wipe away the sorrow that I've faced
To touch the scars that rescued me from a life of shame and misery
O, this is why, this is why I sing

There will be a day with no more tears
No more pain, and no more fears
There will be a day when the burdens of this place
Will be no more, we'll see Jesus face to face

There will be a day with no more tears
No more pain, and no more fears
There will be a day when the burdens of this place
Will be no more, we'll see Jesus face to face

There will be a day He will wipe away the tears
He will wipe away the tears
He will wipe away the tears

There will be a day!








Picture, thanks to 

God's Powerful Word ❤ 

~Melissa B

on Pinterest


Grief Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wr7pPXbr96k

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Blessed International Bereaved Mothers Day ~ Sunday May 4th 2014






Blessed International Bereaved Mothers Day 

~ Sunday, May 4th 2014




Yes, though I walk through the deep, sunless valley of the shadow of death, I will fear or dread no evil, for You are with me; Your rod (to protect) and Your staff (to guide), they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4











International Bereaved Mother's Day


~by Angie Yingst


"International Bereaved Mothers Day, I'm sending my love out to all the women of this world who hold some, if not all of their children in their hearts and to those who yearn just to conceive a child. May you find peace and hold onto hope always. Please feel welcome to share this amazing poem written by the beautiful Angie Yingst for our special day."

With love,

CarlyMarie xxx





~~~






April 10, 2013  


"This month over at Still Standing Magazine I wrote about how broken Mother's Day is and how I believe we can heal the day by using our voices in a peaceful, loving and meaningful way. To read the full artical click on this link http://stillstandingmag.com/2013/04/healing-mothers-day/Thank you to all the beautiful women who shared their hearts with me last week on the subject. This article is in honour of you xx You can find more information at International Bereaved Mothers Day "

~CarlyMarie Dudley



~~~



Point to ponder…

"Anna Jarvis officially founded the traditional Mother’s Day to honour her own mother Ann who experienced the death of 7 of her children. This day was created in honour of a bereaved mother! "

~Carly Marie, founder of International Bereaved Mother's Day








Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfqzScVQIPE

For CarlieMarie Dudley's full article,
http://stillstandingmag.com/2013/04/healing-mothers-day/

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Saturday's Sayings - If Love Lasts a Lifetime, Why Not Grief?








It's okay to take my time when grieving my child. It just might take my whole life.



Saturday's Sayings

If Love Lasts a Lifetime,

Why Not 

Grief?












"MOURNING is the constant re-awakening that things are NOW DIFFERENT."
~Stephanie Ericsson



~~~




"How do I measure a moment?"
Grief changes all the rules. Success became getting out of bed. My accomplishments were calculated by a different scaling system.

My survival strategy was to get real simple, take it simple, and simply do what needed to be done. Where once I could juggle and multi-task, I started measuring life by one task at a time.

~Benjamin Allen 



~~~




"When they died, was my world turned upside down or right side up? When my heart broke my world shattered. What was once important to me no longer mattered. I questioned everything."

~Benjamin Allen 



~~~





"Telling someone with a broken heart to "get over it," "quit living in the past" or "snap out of it" is like telling a blind person to 'just look harder.'"



~~~





We emerge into the light not by denying our pain, but by walking through it.



~~~



"My grief journey has no one destination. I will not 'get over it.'
"The understanding that I don't have to be done is liberating. I will mourn this death for the rest of my life."
~Alan D. Wolfelt, The Wilderness of Grief



~~~





"What grief does is it puts us squarely in the middle of a fire, and it burns away everything that is not essential to our lives."

~Alana Sheeran



~~~





The Grief within me has its own heart beat. It has its own life, its own song. Part of me wants to resist the rhymes of my Grief, yet as I surrender to the song, I learn to listen deep within myself.

~Alan D. Wolfelt




~~~





"Grief is not just a series of events, stages, or timelines. Our society places enormous pressure on us to get over loss, to get through grief. 

But how long do you grieve for 

a husband of fifty years, 

a teenager killed in a car accident, 

a four-year-old child: 

a year? Five years? Forever?

"The loss happens in time, in fact in a moment, 

but its aftermath lasts a lifetime."

~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, M.D.




~~~






We will never stop grieving because we will never stop loving.



~~~





"Love is how you stay alive even after you are gone."








Top Graphic, thanks to
~The Ugly Shoes Club (2013) / Facebook

All other Graphics, thanks to
2012: Love and Loss / Facebook

Friday, May 2, 2014

Friday's Faith - "The Art of Presence" ~by David Brooks via ~The New York Times







Friday's Faith

The Art of Presence

~David Brooks

via

~The New York Times






{As a follow-up to, "A New Normal: Ten Things I've Learned About Trauma" by Catherine Woodiwiss, (I had posted for you on this blog yesterday under Thursday's Therapy), David Brooks of The New York Times had written the following synopsis of Catherine's work as well as of conversations he had had with Catherine's parents, both of whom are Child-Loss parents. I discovered this article today and thought it would be a great post for Friday's Faith:}



The Art of Presence

JAN. 20, 2014




Tragedy has twice visited the Woodiwiss family. In 2008, Anna Woodiwiss, then 27, was working for a service organization in Afghanistan. On April 1, she went horseback riding and was thrown, dying from her injuries. In 2013, her younger sister Catherine, then 26, was biking to work from her home in Washington. She was hit by a car and her face was severely smashed up. She has endured and will continue to endure a series of operations. For a time, she breathed and ate through a tube, unable to speak. The recovery is slow.

The victims of trauma, she writes in a remarkable blog post for Sojourners, experience days “when you feel like a quivering, cowardly shell of yourself, when despair yawns as a terrible chasm, when fear paralyzes any chance for pleasure. This is just a fight that has to be won, over and over and over again.”

Her mother, Mary, talks about the deep organic grief that a parent feels when they have lost one child and seen another badly injured, a pain felt in bones and fiber.

But suffering is a teacher. And, among other things, the Woodiwisses drew a few lessons, which at least apply to their own experience, about how those of us outside the zone of trauma might better communicate with those inside the zone. There are no uniformly right responses, but their collective wisdom, some of it contained in Catherine’s Sojourners piece, is quite useful:



Do be there. 

Some people think that those who experience trauma need space to sort things through. Assume the opposite. 

Most people need presence. 

The Woodiwisses say they were awed after each tragedy by the number of people, many of whom had been mere acquaintances, who showed up and offered love, from across the nation and the continents. They were also disoriented by a number of close friends who simply weren’t there, who were afraid or too busy.

Anna and Catherine’s father, Ashley, says he could detect no pattern to help predict who would step up and provide the ministry of presence and who would fumble. 

Neither age, experience nor personal belief correlated with sensitivity and love.



Don’t compare, ever. 

Don’t say, “I understand what it’s like to lose a child. My dog died, and that was hard, too.” Even if the comparison seems more germane, don’t make it. Each trauma should be respected in its uniqueness. Each story should be heard attentively as its own thing. 

“From the inside,” Catherine writes, comparisons “sting as clueless, careless, or just plain false.”



Do bring soup. 

The non-verbal expressions of love are as healing as eloquence. 

When Mary was living with Catherine during her recovery, some young friend noticed she didn’t have a bathmat. He went to Target and got a bathmat. Mary says she will never forget that.




Do not say “you’ll get over it.” 

“There is no such thing as ‘getting over it,’ ” Catherine writes, 

“A major disruption leaves a new normal in its wake. There is no ‘back to the old me.’ ”



Do be a builder. 

The Woodiwisses distinguish between firefighters and builders. 

Firefighters drop everything and arrive at the moment of crisis.  

Builders are there for years and years, walking alongside as the victims live out in the world. 

Very few people are capable of performing both roles.




Don’t say it’s all for the best or try to make sense out of what has happened. 

Catherine and her parents speak with astonishing gentleness and quiet thoughtfulness, but it’s pretty obvious that 

these tragedies have stripped away their tolerance for pretense and unrooted optimism.


Ashley also warned against those who would overinterpret, and try to make sense of the inexplicable. 
Even devout Christians, as the Woodiwisses are, should worry about taking theology beyond its limits. Theology is a grounding in ultimate hope, not a formula book to explain away each individual event.


I’d say that what these experiences call for is a sort of passive activism. 

We have a tendency, especially in an achievement-oriented culture, to want to solve problems and repair brokenness — to propose, plan, fix, interpret, explain and solve. 
But what seems to be needed here is the art of presence  

—to perform tasks without trying to control or alter the elemental situation. Allow nature to take its course. 

Grant the sufferers the dignity of their own process. Let them define meaning. 

Sit simply through moments of pain and uncomfortable darkness. Be practical, mundane, simple and direct.


Ashley and Mary went to Afghanistan a few months after Anna’s death. They remember that as a time out of time. 

They wept together with Afghan villagers and felt touched by grace. 

“That period changed me and opened my imagination,” Ashley recalls. 

“This thing called presence and love is more available than I had thought." 

It is more ready to be let loose than I ever imagined.”





{Highlights, and some indentions, mine}




A version of this op-ed appears in print on January 21, 2014, on page A19 of the New York edition with the headline: The Art of Presence. Order Reprints|









Kind Gesture Graphic, thanks to
2012- Love and Loss / Facebook

"The Art of Presence" article:
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/01/21/opinion/brooks-the-art-of-presence.html


Thursday, May 1, 2014

Thursday's Therapy - "A New Normal: Ten Things I've Learned About Trauma" ~Catherine Woodiwiss via ~"God's Politics" Blog and Catapult Magazine





Trauma can be an isolating experience. 
It's only through relationship that we can be most fully healed. 


Thursday's Therapy

"A New Normal:

Ten Things I've Learned 

About Trauma"

~Catherine Woodiwiss

via

Catapult Magazine

and

"God's Politics"Blog










A New Normal: Ten Things I've Learned About Trauma

by Catherine Woodiwiss   01-13-2014  |  1:16pm



I wasn’t really expecting painful things to happen to me.

I knew that pain was a part of life, but — thanks in part to a peculiar blend of “God-has-a-plan” Southern roots, a suburban “Midwestern nice” upbringing, and a higher education in New England stoicism — I managed to skate by for quite some time without having to experience it.
After a handful of traumas in the last five years, things look different now. Trauma upends everything we took for granted, including things we didn’t know we took for granted. And many of these realities I wish I’d known when I first encountered them. So, while the work of life and healing continues, here are ten things I’ve learned about trauma along the way:


1. Trauma permanently changes us.

This is the big, scary truth about trauma: there is no such thing as “getting over it.” The five stages of grief model marks universal stages in learning to accept loss, but the reality is in fact much bigger: a major life disruption leaves a new normal in its wake. There is no “back to the old me.” You are different now, full stop.

This is not a wholly negative thing. Healing from trauma can also mean finding new strength and joy. The goal of healing is not a papering-over of changes in an effort to preserve or present things as normal. It is to acknowledge and wear your new life — warts, wisdom, and all — with courage.


2.  Presence is always better than distance.

There is a curious illusion that in times of crisis people “need space.” I don’t know where this assumption originated, but in my experience it is almost always false. Trauma is a disfiguring, lonely time even when surrounded in love; to suffer through trauma alone is unbearable. Do not assume others are reaching out, showing up, or covering all the bases.

It is a much lighter burden to say, “Thanks for your love, but please go away,” than to say, “I was hurting and no one cared for me.” If someone says they need space, respect that. Otherwise, err on the side of presence.


3.  Healing is seasonal, not linear.

It is true that healing happens with time. But in the recovery wilderness, emotional healing looks less like a line and more like a wobbly figure-8. It’s perfectly common to get stuck in one stage for months, only to jump to another end entirely … only to find yourself back in the same old mud again next year.

Recovery lasts a long, long time. Expect seasons.


4.  Surviving trauma takes “firefighters” and “builders.” Very few people are both.

This is a tough one. In times of crisis, we want our family, partner, or dearest friends to be everything for us. But surviving trauma requires at least two types of people: the crisis team — those friends who can drop everything and jump into the fray by your side, and the reconstruction crew — those whose calm, steady care will help nudge you out the door into regaining your footing in the world. In my experience, it is extremely rare for any individual to be both a firefighter and a builder. This is one reason why trauma is a lonely experience. Even if you share suffering with others, no one else will be able to fully walk the road with you the whole way.

A hard lesson of trauma is learning to forgive and love your partner, best friend, or family even when they fail at one of these roles. Conversely, one of the deepest joys is finding both kinds of companions beside you on the journey.


5.  Grieving is social, and so is healing.

For as private a pain as trauma is, for all the healing that time and self-work will bring, we are wired for contact. Just as relationships can hurt us most deeply, it is only through relationship that we can be most fully healed.

It’s not easy to know what this looks like — can I trust casual acquaintances with my hurt? If my family is the source of trauma, can they also be the source of healing? How long until this friend walks away? Does communal prayer help or trivialize?

Seeking out shelter in one another requires tremendous courage, but it is a matter of life or paralysis. One way to start is to practice giving shelter to others.


6.  Do not offer platitudes or comparisons. Do not, do not, do not.

“I’m so sorry you lost your son, we lost our dog last year … ”  
“At least it’s not as bad as … ”  
“You’ll be stronger when this is over.”  
“God works in all things for good!”

When a loved one is suffering, we want to comfort them. We offer assurances like the ones above when we don’t know what else to say. But from the inside, these often sting as clueless, careless, or just plain false.

Trauma is terrible. What we need in the aftermath is a friend who can swallow her own discomfort and fear, sit beside us, and just let it be terrible for a while.


7.  Allow those suffering to tell their own stories.

Of course, someone who has suffered trauma may say, “This made me stronger,” or “I’m lucky it’s only (x) and not (z).” That is their prerogative. There is an enormous gulf between having someone else thrust his unsolicited or misapplied silver linings onto you, and discovering hope for one’s self. The story may ultimately sound very much like “God works in all things for good,” but there will be a galaxy of disfigurement and longing and disorientation in that confession. 

Give the person struggling through trauma the dignity of discovering and owning for himself where, and if, hope endures.


8.  Love shows up in unexpected ways.

This is a mystifying pattern after trauma, particularly for those in broad community: some near-strangers reach out, some close friends fumble to express care. It’s natural for us to weight expressions of love differently: a Hallmark card, while unsatisfying if received from a dear friend, can be deeply touching coming from an old acquaintance.

Ultimately every gesture of love, regardless of the sender, becomes a step along the way to healing. If there are beatitudes for trauma, I’d say the first is, “Blessed are those who give love to anyone in times of hurt, regardless of how recently they’ve talked or awkwardly reconnected or visited cross-country or ignored each other on the metro.” It may not look like what you’d request or expect, but there will be days when surprise love will be the sweetest.


9.  Whatever doesn’t kill you …

In 2011, after a publically humiliating year, comedian Conan O’Brien gave students at Dartmouth College the following warning:

"Nietzsche famously said, 'Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.' … What he failed to stress is that it almost kills you.”

Odd things show up after a serious loss and creep into every corner of life: insatiable anxiety in places that used to bring you joy, detachment or frustration towards your closest companions, a deep distrust of love or presence or vulnerability.

There will be days when you feel like a quivering, cowardly shell of yourself, when despair yawns as a terrible chasm, when fear paralyzes any chance for pleasure. This is just a fight that has to be won, over and over and over again.


10.  … Doesn’t kill you.

Living through trauma may teach you resilience. It may help sustain you and others in times of crisis down the road. It may prompt humility. It may make for deeper seasons of joy. It may even make you stronger.

It also may not.


In the end, the hope of life after trauma is simply that you have life after trauma. The days, in their weird and varied richness, go on. So will you. 


{Some highlights and enlargements, mine}



Catherine Woodiwiss is Associate Web Editor at Sojourners. Find her on Twitter @chwoodiwiss. This piece originally appeared in Catapult magazine's January issue, Ten Things.










Picture by Lightspring/Shutterstock

Article:

on "God's Politics" Blog: 

on Catapult Magazine: 
https://www.catapultmagazine.com/ten-things-7/feature/a-new-normal