Welcome! I am Angie B. Prince, child of God, wife of Tommy, mother of 3, Grief and Trauma Life Coach, Psychotherapist, and Mother Grieving. On 8/2/2006, our precious 19-yr-old daughter Merry Katherine was killed along w/ 2 other teens via vehicular manslaughter. Here I share as we agonizingly process our grief and trauma. Email: MotherGrieving(at)gmail(dot)com. Coaching (Tommy or Angie): Call 865-548-4four3four / Counseling (Angie in TN) 865-604-9nine9two. I pray God will minister to you here.
Welcome! I am Angie B. Prince, child of God, wife of Tommy, mother of 3, psychotherapist and Mother Grieving.
Tommy and I met in graduate school in Atlanta, then married in 1979 and started a Christian Counseling/Coaching practice in Knoxville, TN where we still live. We have 1 daughter Merry Katherine, forever-19 in Heaven, 2 sons, Nathan (age 34) (wife Ashley), and Rollin (age 37) (wife Stephanie), and two granddaughters, Ellie and Penny.
In this blog, we process our grief over our Merry Katherine who was killed along with two other teens in a brutal car crash while on the way to the beach on 8/2/2006 (two teens survived). Having lost our daughter suddenly and violently on the cusp of launching her into adulthood, we were thrown into Complicated and Traumatic Grief. We share here our agonizing process of wading through the multiple twists and turns of shattered assumptions, challenged faith, traumatized body-soul-and-spirts, and devastated hearts. May our grief touch some of your own pain as we walk through this difficult but sacred ground together.
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted" Scientifically Documented!
1) Copy the http: address above the line below. . . .
2) Paste it into your web browser's address bar. . .
3) Hit Enter to find the article below.
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/06/080620195446.htm
___________________"Addicted To Grief? Chronic Grief Activates Pleasure Areas Of The Brain"
OR "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted" Has Now Been Scientifically Documented!
. . . . . We now have physiological evidence via Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI) that such "comfort" is indeed, a fact! In debilitating, complicated grief after the sudden death of a loved one, "comfort" was shown by significant nucleus accumbens activation in the brain's reward network!
When our children were little, we played a game with them we called "Backwards Land." Up was down. Down was up. Right was left. Left was right. So occasionally, when our children would come up for supper time, enter the kitchen, and sit down at the table, Daddy (Tommy) would announce, "You have now entered Backwards Land!" The first time this happened, they looked on the table and saw breakfast served instead of supper. In "Backwards Land," they had to walk backwards. They had to talk backwards. For example, they would say "Isn't that a beautiful sunrise today?" when it was pitch-black outside, etc. And so, for the rest of dinner/oops, breakfast, we would play "Backwards Land."
"Backwards Land" was a fun thing to do from time to time. It was a fun time for the kids, and a sweet time for us to watch their creative brains working overtime.
But now? As bereaved parents, we seemingly are living in our own permanent "Backwards Land," where what was once fun and festive is now painful and gloomy.
It seems now holidays have become the worst days instead of the best days for us.
Fortunately, our own surviving children are quite familiar with the new rules by which we must live, and respect those uncomfortable situations that may arise for us and how me must choose to cope with them. They know "Backwards Land," and they understand why Mommy and Daddy must live there for now.
The problem is nobody else around us seems to know the new rules-by-which-we-now-are-needing-to-live though we have repeated them over and over. (Perhaps that is part of living in Backwards Land too - We speak, but nobody seems to hear us!) And that conundrum of folks not accepting the needed-changes-we-must-make-in-order-for-us-to-be-able-to-cope-with-our-child's-death makes for some awkward relationship adjustments.
But you know what, they will just have to "Deal!" ~ Or, as the folks in AA who also have to make major life changes for healthy adjustments to their new life would say so simply,
"It is what it is."
*****
The worst days now are holidays: Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter..., birthdays, weddings, (December) 31st--days meant as festivals of happiness and joy now are days of tears.
The gap is too great between day and heart. Days of routine I can manage; no songs are expected. But how am I to sing in this desolate land, when there's always one too few?
~Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament for a Son
There are no rules governing grieving.
Each individual and family have to work out their way to get through it.
That process of finding a route that has the fewest emotional potholes is what constitutes the ongoing grief-work.
The family needs to find routes for itself. Any attempts from outsiders to impose rules rankles.
How can anyone recommend a detour around an obstacle if they have never been down that path?
In any case, suggesting rules heaps guilt and doubt on the shoulders of people who truly don't need any.
~Judith Bernstein, When the Bough Breaks Forever After the Death of a Son or Daughter
*****
Right now, Tommy and I don't "do" crowds. But that's okay. I may not go "home" for the holidays, but I do go home to see my mother and I get to spend one-on-one quality time together with her, and it is incredibly sweet for us both.
...Sometimes "Backwards Land" is not really all that "backwards" after all!
First, I want to thank you for your prayers for me this past week when my computer got zapped. God graciously answered our prayers! All of my memory was indeed saved!!! Also, Apple honored my Applecare warranty that I bought the same day I bought my computer 2 1/2 years ago even though in my grief stupor, I did not register it online as I should have. How kind. So, Apple sent my computer back Saturday, completely restored and repaired, and completely covered by warranty! God is good. And you all are precious to me. I so thank you for your prayers! :)
Cry Out To Jesus
~Third Day
To everyone who's lost someone they love
Long before it was their time:
You feel like the days you had were not enough
when you said Goodbye.
And to all of the people with burdens and pains
Keeping you back from your life
You believe that there's nothing and there is no one
Who can make it right...
Chorus
And there is Hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
And Love for the broken heart.
There is Grace and Forgiveness,
Mercy and Healing
He'll meet you wherever you are -
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus!
For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on
They've lost all of their faith in love
And they've done all they can to make it right again;
Still it's not enough.
For the ones who can't break the addictions and chains
You try to give up but you come back again -
Just remember that you're not alone in your shame
And your suffering!
Chorus
There is Hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
And Love for the broken heart -
There is Grace and Forgiveness
Mercy and Healing.
He'll meet you wherever you are -
Cry out to Jesus!
When you're lonely,
And it feels like the whole world is falling on you,
In reading a devotional from Healing After Loss by Martha Whitmore Hickman (a devotional book that has been very therapeutic for me overall) this past Saturday, I read the following:
It is important, when dealing with all aspects of grief, to keep the process moving. The temptation is to freeze, to stay perpetually recoiled against so terrible a blow.
It is almost a physical sensation, especially if death has come suddenly and unexpectedly--almost a sense of having the wind knocked out of you. And even if death has been a long time in coming, there is an impulse to dig in one's feet at the moment of death. It is our last experience of our loved one and we want to hold on, keep the immediacy of that memory from growing dim.
That's all right for a while. But the danger is that we will get stuck there...
The devotional goes on, then ends with...
Wherever he or she is, it is certainly not "back there." Bit by bit, we need to loosen our hold on a past we cannot keep and get on with the life we have.
~Martha Whitmore Hickman
This ending to the devotional felt a little cold to me, so I decided to process it through in a poem, in the way that would be more comfortable to me.
The Day the Earth Stood Still
Did I "dig in my feet" the day you died,
Too startled to move at so great a shock?
Otherwise could I --with your death-- have complied?
For "fight, flight, or freeze," my life went on lock.
My baby girl gone the rest of my life,
That is too gross a looting to conceive ~
"Normal" life systems shut down, went on strike ~
Conserved all energies needed to grieve.
Was that ~for me~ "the day the earth stood still"?
The children I gave life to were my life,
So how do I live when one child is killed?
My hopes, dreams, investment in you, all stilled...
I go on living, but can I call that "life"?
I am "healing" though my heart's shot out!
God soothes me with love, holds me by His side.
I know your spirit lives, for that I can shout!
I still feel you near, you're right by my side...
He gives me work to do; with that I've complied,
Still investing in life...on th' other Side!
And I would change the last line of Martha's devotional to...
Bit by bit, we need to climb into the new reality of our child's life ~ she is not forever at that crash site ~ she is in the arms of her Lord.
She is no longer injured, frightened, and insecure. She is at peace ~immeasurable peace~ and unharmed. Her battle scars are only reminders for her of where her Savior, her Great Physician, healed her with His tender and loving touch, melting away the fear and trauma, restoring her sweet spirit with the ointment of His tears. She is at peace. She is alive. She is aware. She is "with" me again, unhindered by sin, unhindered by distance, unhindered by human limitation, ever nurtured in God.
Healing After Loss, November 13 devotional, by Martha Whitmore Hickman (1994)
Poem - The Day the Earth Stood Still - Angie Bennett Prince - 11/13/10