Showing posts with label Grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grief. Show all posts

Saturday, December 10, 2022

Kids Grieve Too!

 Do you talk about death and grief with your children?

    In my vast experience with death, dying and the resulting grieving process, I have noticed a common thread among just about every family I encounter. They do not include young children in their grieving process. They either go out of their way to 'protect' the little ones in their lives by hiding the truth of it with false smiles and placating sentiments, or they completely ignore the process altogether leaving the child alone with his or her imagination.

    There are many reasons for this behavior and we have convinced ourselves that this is the kindest thing to do, but when is lying to a child ever the best way? 

    We seem to forget that children are 'born knowing'.  When they arrive into this world they come with all the knowledge they'd gained from previous life cycles as well as a strong connection to the other realms and dimensions they existed in before agreeing to drop into our physical world.  It is here, by the average age of 3 years, that they 'forget' all of that Soul knowledge and begin to live from a place of Ego-mind, reacting only to stimuli from the physical world around them.

    How many of you can remember your small children telling wild stories of "when they used to be big like Mommy"  (remembering a past life cycle?) or "Grandpa just told me" (when Grandpa has been dead for years)?  How do you respond to these encounters that our society has dubbed 'the imagings of a child'? Do you immediately try to convince the child these things are only in their imagination? 

    So many of us have done this for so long, generations really, that we have made it a habit to convince our kids that those things are not real, not understanding that we are effectively shutting down our children's natural ability to accept painful circumstances in their lives. 

"When left to their own imagination, children often assign blame to themselves for Mommy being sad all the time."

    How so you may ask? Because children thrive on truth. They can smell a lie a mile away and when a beloved adult in their lives like a parent hides a truth from them, covers it in sweeteners or outright ignores their need to know by saying things like, "This is not for children to worry about now go play" they are left to make up their own minds about the situation, usually by assigning blame to themselves for Mommy being sad or for Daddy being so angry all the time.

Thursday, September 22, 2022

I'll Cry if I Want To!

 

I'll Cry if I want to...and I won't if I don't!

    I, myself am guilty of passing judgement on the bereaved. Yes, you heard that right, I have, in the past, judged how others grieve based on my pre-existing impressions of how a person should behave when faced with losing someone they were close to. I say 'pre-existing impressions' because that is how my mind worked BEFORE I wore the shoes of the griever myself. 

    Between my upbringing ("Stop that crying"  "You're fine" "Never share your weaknesses with others" ) the media, (think movie scenes where folks drop to the floor and wail uncontrollably when the news of a loved one's sudden passing is delivered) and my own cultural and community beliefs ("it's unnatural for a child to die before it's parents",  "It just isn't fair, how can anyone ever recover from losing a child?" and one of my personal favorites, "Suicide is WRONG. It's a sin against God") is it any wonder that people's reaction to sudden and/or traumatic loss can be all over the board?


   

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

WHAT GRIEF WANTS by Vicky Edgerly



What does my grief want from me anyway?!

I recognized during my very first grief journey that my pain was something of an enigma. Even though I didn’t want it anymore, I also didn't want anyone to try and take it from me.

 I appreciated those close to me who could sit with me and my pain….those who didn’t turn away when I dropped my veil and exposed the true nature of it.  The ugliness that it was.  I appreciated those Souls who could do that…the ones who could do that silently without agendas of their own. The ones who didn’t try to take my pain away from me. Because it was MINE….it was mine alone and no one could take it.  I would learn to resent those who tried. So yes, I guarded my pain like a jealous lover.

 "I know what it wants and I surrender..."

Today, some 20 years later, I still sit alone with my pain but it looks a lot different now.  Like lovers in a longtime relationship, we both have changed a lot along the way.  It’s quieter...we know each other so well after all these years that we can sit with each other in silence.  We can just BE together in the same room without one spoken word…there is no longer a need to name it. I know what it wants of me when it shows up at my door…there is no longer a need to search for reasons….to demand answers.  I know what it wants and I surrender.  I yield to it’s needs…I walk willingly into the familiar embrace.  I allow the pain, dulled by years of experience, tamed by my own stubborn struggle to ‘not let it win’, I allow it to envelope my whole being.  I rest my head upon it’s shoulder as we embrace and I allow the full richness of the penetrating sorrow to enter my being. I ALLOW it…I understand it’s needs. 

Friday, February 14, 2020

Grieving Part 6_Valentine's Day for One

Valentine's Day for One

Have you ever felt the weight of being alone on Valentines Day?  (Or New Years Eve or any other holiday that suggests we must celebrate with a spouse or 'special someone') I think any one of us, whether we have lost a spouse through death or simply find ourselves without a partner when this special 'day of love' rolls around, can relate to the inevitable feelings of loneliness that arise within us. It seems to be a universal thing. So, if you are experiencing this because you find yourself unattached at the moment, can you imagine how much more intense it must feel for someone who, let's say, has recently lost their husband, wife or lover through something as 'final' as death?

Broken Hearts and Dead Flowers

Most of us who are grieving the death of that someone we considered to be 'the love of our lives' will certainly feel that loss much more acutely when Valentine's Day dawns.  We most likely have spent a certain amount of time 'dreading' the arrival of the magical day of Love as soon as we realized the calendar had changed to February.  We could see it clearly looming there before us in the not too distant future.  We convinced ourselves that it will be a horrible day for us...that we will most assuredly be sad, lonely and broken-hearted.  That we will spend the day in agony over missing the one we loved so dearly in life who is no longer here to make us feel special.  They won't be bringing us flowers & chocolate...or taking us to a lovely dinner for two or simply doing those silly little gestures of love we found so endearing when they were alive and here with us.  

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Reality...A Matter of Perception

"These 7 little words actually hold all the answers to the mystery of life itself within them."

I want to talk about perception.  I think it's an underrated commodity.  As in, folks don't give it the value it deserves.  I mean really, think about this popular quote:
                                  "What we PERCEIVE is what we BELIEVE."
These 7 little words actually hold all the answers to the mystery of life itself within them.  How you say?  Well, because they are letting us in on the secret that our PERCEPTION of what is happening around us actually creates our reality!  Let's break it down...

What is Reality?

Some might think this a silly question with an obvious answer.  They might say something like, "Well that's obvious.  Reality is what we can see, hear, feel and touch.  It is the world around us and all that we experience within it."  Well I beg to differ with that opinion.  I believe 'reality' is a bit more complex than that, and yet in principal is really simple.  I believe that reality is based on how one PERCEIVES the various stimuli they are exposed to. 

Have you ever watched someone else face something especially challenging in their life with a steadfast determination that things will work out just fine and wondered to yourself, "how do they DO that?  Why aren't they falling apart?  I don't think I could handle that.....I'd surely crumble!"  

Or perhaps you are the person who watches someone in hysterics over a traumatic event and says silently to yourself, "Oh darlin, if you would only relax and surrender to what is happening things would be a lot less stressful for you as you go through this.  After all, things always have a way of working themselves out." 

What do you suppose makes these types of people so different from one another? I used to ponder this question quite often...until I figured out the answer.  PERCEPTION.  Perception is simply how we view what is happening around us.  And contrary to popular belief, we do actually have a CHOICE in all of this.  We, in each and every moment of our lives, can choose what to believe and what not to believe. There is great power in this realization. Let's go a bit deeper...

Friday, June 22, 2018

Surviving the Storm - Singing My Truth After Multiple Loss

























Greetings All,

I've been waiting WEEKS to finally be able to sit down and write this post to share with all of you as it is serving as a grand announcement and debut, if you will, for my latest creative endeavors.  I've written a song! Yes, indeed, one morning while in the shower this catchy little verse with tune just popped into my head and I found myself singing it out loud...(using a very bad Irish accent I might add)!  So, apparently I am a singer/songwriter.  Who knew???


From Conception to Manifestation:


     If you look all around you and focus your attention on ANYTHING in your existence, and I do mean anything at all, and ponder where it came from and how it came into being, you will discover that it all started with a single THOUGHT. Everything that has ever been created by Man has started with one single thought.  Think about that for a moment and you will realize just how powerful our thoughts actually are!

     In this case, the song I am about to share with you started, for me, while in the shower one morning.  Showering is a wonderful opportunity to step out of our busy lives and into an almost meditative state of just BEING.  We can use this time to just BE while we ceremoniously cleanse our physical bodies.  If we give it some thought before stepping in, we can set an intention to actually use this time to slough off any worries and anxieties we have as well as soothe some of our aches and pains with the lulling effect of the hot water raining down on us.  By doing this, we can open our own channels of creativity.  How many of you occasionally sing in the shower?  It's quite common...congratulate yourselves for you are experiencing your own Soul's creative side when you are doing that.  You are ALLOWING that playful side of yourself the freedom of expression it craves.  BRAVO!

 

Thursday, December 7, 2017

In the Wake of Suicide_ A Sister Speaks

A Sister Speaks...

     In the wake of my son's suicide back in 2002, his sister (my daughter) struggled with her grief and all the crippling emotions that came with it.  I was recently prompted to take a look at some of the poetry she had written before she, herself, left this world after a long battle with cancer some 8 years after her brother's death.  While I was quite pleased to find a few poems she had written to me for Mother's Day and birthdays over the years, it was the following piece that struck me as the most powerful.  I feel compelled to share her words with you today in hopes to illustrate just how fraught with conflicting emotions the grief journey can be.  It is not my intention 'shame' anyone who contemplates suicide into sticking around for 'the sake of those who love them', but to just get the conversation going about the grief journey itself.  I have my own views about the soul's path that leads to suicide, which I am not sure the general population is prepared to look at quite yet so I have not been prompted to write or speak much about that at this time. That will come when the time is right...
     For now, I'll let my daughter speak from the Spirit realm and know that she feels her mother's pride from where I sit here in the physical world.  Pride in understanding just how much it took for her to wake each morning and put one foot in front of the other.  Pride at how much courage she had to summon to put on that happy face for the sake of the children she eventually brought into the world while she continued to carry unresolved grief.  And most of all, pride over her unyielding spirit when she, herself, faced down her own pending death with such grace and acceptance.

"Some days I just want to crawl in my Mother's womb, because there, I knew I was safe, sound and without worries.

Some days I want to cry for my loss, but no tears are shed, others I cry and feel more lost than I have ever felt in life.

Some days I don't want to get out of bed for fear that my mind will awaken and I will have to remember everything.

Some days I want to wake up fresh, happy and enjoy my day, but constant reminders of him put me at a stand still.

Some days I want to scream at him for what he has done, others I want to scream at myself for what I didn't do.

Some days I want to die myself, forget everything and have no more problems, then I realize that could never be.

Some days I wish I was my daughter and full of innocence, without worldly cares or concerns, and was happy always.

Some days I want my Daddy to hold me and tell me everything will be ok and it will be because he said it, so it's true.

Some days I hold my own child and tell her everything is going to be ok and she believes me even when it isn't always so.

Some days I stare blank-faced at his picture and try and figure out what was going through his mind and what he was feeling.

Some days I feel selfish that I'm the only one left and all attention is on me, when it should be used on people that need it.

Some days I feel alone because I'm the only one left and everyone's attention is scattered and there is no time to heal me.

Some days I cry, some days I crawl, some days I grieve, some days I fall, some days are good, some days are bad and some day

                                                     I get to see him again."

written by:  Tierra Lynne Brewster    8/18/80 ~ 10/19/10

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Grieving Part 4_When Death is "Expected"

When Death is Expected

    Some would say that an 'expected death' is easier to grieve then a sudden, unexpected one.  I would have to say that may be the case for some, but not necessarily true for all.  I could liken it to removing a band aid.....some people think it's easier to peel it off slowly & carefully, while others prefer to just yank it off and get it over with.  
     When someone we love passes from a long, debilitating illness, most of us will experience a 'kinder, gentler' sort of grief.  We've had time with our loved one to care for them while they were ill and can often feel a sense of relief when their pain and suffering is over.  We receive sentiments from our family and friends to the tune of, "At least now the suffering is over"  and "You can stop worrying about them now, knowing they have gone on to a better place"  
     While these may seem like appropriate things to say, they often make us feel like we should be stronger than we actually feel....like we should not be so sad since the death was expected after all.  This is especially true if we have lost someone very young.
     Others have a more difficult time with this type of death.  I think a big factor that will affect one's ability to cope with the grief after the passing is 'acceptance'.  Those who were able to come to terms with what was happening...that death was the inevitable outcome, and accept this early on in the process, are most likely going to be able to process their grief with a little less discomfort than those who could not.  It's a difficult situation to be in.  Watching someone we love suffer from a terminal illness, all the while hoping and praying that they will somehow recover and never really giving up hope for a miracle until the last breath is spent, can often lead us into periods of 'denial' instead of acceptance.  ***Learn more about Conscious Living and Dying HERE

Conflicting Emotions


     While it is true, to a certain extent we are able to rejoice in the relief of suffering for our loved one, our own suffering is still quite real and urgent.  We can have conflicting emotions.  One moment we may seem to be in complete control of ourselves and our emotions and the next moment we are distraught with pain and confusion.  We might question our own sanity because of our reactions.  We may be smiling on the outside....feeling genuine elation that the suffering is over.  We often feel a sense of 'awe and pride' toward our loved one for fighting such a gallant fight and even want to cheer them on for reaching the goal of leaving the physical body and finding peace in the afterlife.  But at the same time, on the inside we are silently screaming from the pain of our personal loss.  We are asking ourselves questions like, "My daughter just died and I am relieved? What is wrong with me?"  This can lead to misplaced feelings of guilt if we are not consciously aware that this sort of reaction is actually pretty common. It's important to try not to pass judgment on ourselves and anything we may be feeling. 

Finding the Gifts

     If you were to ask the grieving mother of a young boy suddenly killed in a car crash to "Find the gifts this experience has brought", you most likely would be met with a horrified look or even an emotionally charged, often angry, response.  But if you pose this same question to a parent who spent the last year or two caring for their boy while he slipped away from a long and debilitating illness, you might find that a lot of us can recognize these 'gifts' pretty early on in our grieving process.
      During my own personal journey through my daughter's cancer death, I could see right away that the illness actually brought with it, the gift of healing.  Since she and I always had a troubled relationship, when faced with her pending death, we were both able to recognize the importance of dropping judgments toward each other and healing the mother daughter relationship.  We had this special time together to learn how to love one another again and that was, indeed, a very special gift.  Do I wish she was still here with us?  Of course I do!  But she is not, and so in light of that I can take comfort by rejoicing in the gifts that she left behind.  It's my personal choice to try and find these hidden treasures in any difficult situation I find myself in and so I appear to be more resilient than some in the same situation.  But as you can see, I am not necessarily more resilient than the next person, I just make a conscious effort to focus on healthy, healing thoughts just as soon as I can when faced with tragedy, and this process helps me come to a place of acceptance more readily than some.
     There are, of course, numerous 'gifts' being given to the person who is dying as well.  Not everyone in these cases will have the same wonderful opportunities but those who still have some physical ability to engage in life will often do so with 'new eyes'.  I am always amazed by the grace a dying person exhibits.  There  is a certain calm....a certain 'knowingness' about them if they are fortunate enough to be consciously accepting of the process that is unfolding.  It is truly humbling to watch as they release those things in their lives that are beyond their control, and embrace the simpler, more potent experiences of love, forgiveness and healing.

 When it Gets Complicated

     Of course not all expected deaths are quite that easy to process.  Some could argue that the long, drawn out illness in and of itself can create a more difficult grief journey for those left behind.  I think this is especially true when it is a child who has died.
     I think we can all agree that watching your own child suffer is one of the hardest things for a parent to endure.  So naturally, a parent who has taken an active role in caring for a sick child who eventually passes away is faced with a different set of challenges than say, an adult child who nurses an elderly parent at the end of their life will. In these cases we can feel almost 'shell-shocked'.  We've just spent months or even years in a constant state of anxiety over the pending death.  We've spent enormous amounts of our own physical and emotional energy on their care and suddenly, it's over and we are left standing there feeling confused and without direction.  While we were powerless to stop the progression of the illness to begin with, at least we had 'things to do' to busy ourselves and keep us occupied with offering care and comfort measures but once the memorial services and burials are over with, we suddenly find ourselves sort of free-falling with no directions on how to steady ourselves.
     At the opposite end of the scale, so to speak, we find an elderly man who recently lost his wife and partner of over 50 years.  How does one find the will to build a brand new life when they, themselves are at an age where their own death is looming in the not so distant future?   In cases like this the grief can be more difficult to process and lead to a more lasting state of depression and a "Why bother?" attitude.  I think it's important for friends and family members to remember this and try to find ways to reach out to our bereaved elders and include them in the land of the living.  Hopefully, we can show them that there are still so many joys in life to experience.  Sometimes this can be accomplished simply by showing them that they are still useful.  Perhaps they have a skill in woodworking that you can show an interest in.  Gently try to get them to engage in life again.  Ask them to tell you stories of when he and his beloved first met.  Let him relive those days as often as he needs to and thank him for sharing with you.

Helping Someone You Know

     If you know someone who is grieving the loss of a loved one resulting from a terminal illness or disease of some kind, there are lots of ways you can offer your help.  One big difference between grievers in this type of situation and people who have suffered sudden, traumatic loss is that the surviving loved ones tend to want to have people around them and so visiting and helping with things around the house can be a good place to start.  
     I think this has to do what what I will call "The Tending Stage".  After a sudden death, or even any kind of life event trauma, those affected can benefit from a period of 'tending'. This is often a time where they just need quiet and rest.  Trying to carry on conversations can be too difficult and can quickly drain their energy, (read more about this in a previous blog post HERE), while the survivor of an expected death is often ready to talk about the process right away.  This, I feel, is because they have taken that time for 'self tending' all along the way in little bits throughout the weeks and months leading up to the death.  This is the 'band-aid effect' I spoke about at the beginning of this blog post.  These are the people that are experiencing the kinder, gentler grief process I mentioned.  They are simply taking it in slowly, over time instead of being thrown into it with no warning.
     Many of us bring our dying ones home for their final days and are immersed in their care, often times for many months or even years.  The house is full of medical equipment and supplies and our days have been busy with all sorts of extra duties involved in caring for our loved one when suddenly, we find ourselves with all this free time on our hands.  It's nice to have friends and family around to help fill that void.  Especially those who were active in helping us care for them, or have already lived similar circumstances and can be a sounding board for us as we begin to sort out some of our feelings.  It almost always helps to be around people who know, first hand, what we've gone through.
     One big task that you might offer to help with would be to remove all the medical equipment.  If the family had taken on all sorts of things like hospital beds and wheelchairs etc., and you are an expert at selling things on Crag's list, then perhaps you can offer your services to help the family remove these things from their home and recoup some of the money they spent along the way.  Most people would be very grateful for this kind of help.
     Cleaning house is always a big help too.  I know that it was something I truly appreciated when my daughter was dying.  I was so saturated in her care and trying to maintain a full time job away from home at the same time, that my house chores had to take a back seat.  I had to learn to accept help from my 'Angelic' friends who showed up with buckets and rubber gloves to help pick up the slack. 
     Above all, I like to make it a point to remind people that the grief journey is a very personal one.  No two grief experiences are the same...they are as individual as the person who died was and so not everyone will respond the same way to your offers of help.  Just use your instinct and let it guide you. Find gentle ways to offer your help, services or just your compassionate company and take the cues you are given in response.  If your friend declines and says they'd rather be alone...or 'do it themselves', then be prepared to let them. Try not to push your own expectations on them. If you see an area that they seem to be struggling with and you feel you can help then by all means, offer again.  I can almost guarantee you that your grieving friend is toggling back and forth between feeling 'strong, ok and in charge' one minute and feeling 'devastated, laid low and out of control' the next.  Just keep checking in.  If you offered to help remove the hospital bed and they refused, yet a month goes by and you notice the bed is still there, maybe you could offer again....maybe they just weren't ready the first time but they might be now.  Just remember that grieving is a process that brings many mood changes to your friend.  Understand how important your role is in helping them through and be there for them when they need you, and give them space when that is what is required.  Healing will take place over time when love is present. 

Many Blessings,
Vicky

Vicky Edgerly is a Spiritual Teacher, Author and Grief-Specialist who uses the wisdom she’s gained through study & personal experience to assist others in navigating life’s challenges.  As someone who has chosen to grow from her STE’s  (‘Spiritually Transformative Events’ ….a life event that changes one's belief systems and outlook on life), she uses her knowledge and experience to empower others.

Vicky speaks publicly about all aspects of the grief journey and specializes in showing folks the way through by offering private sessions as a Grief Journey Guide.  She has worked closely with The Afterlife Education Foundation from Portland Oregon for several years and was featured in open panel discussions at their annual conferences. Vicky continues to 'lead by example' and has published her memoir, Through Grief-Colored Glasses so others can benefit from her story by taking an intimate look at what it was like to walk through profound grief and rebuild ones life after devastating loss.  Look for her book on Amazon or where your favorite books are sold! 


For Additional Insights into the Grief Journey: 
Grieving Part 1...The Early Days
Grieving Part 2...When the Party's Over 
Grieving Part 3_Facing the Holidays

Please visit my website at www.whiteelephantwisdom.com


***Thoughtful discussion is welcome. Please comment below

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Grieving Part 1...The Early Days


The Grief Storm

   Grieving the loss of a loved one is a very personal experience.  Just as no two people will handle their grief journey the same way, no single person will react the same way to two different significant losses.  Our reactions are based on many varying factors such as the nature of our relationship with the deceased, age and manor of death.  As is true with any life-altering event that shows up in our experience, our ability to cope with it in healthy ways depends a lot on how "healthy" we are to begin with.
   Speaking from my own experience, I can tell you that in the early days of my first grief journey I felt a lot like I had just fallen overboard and everyone on the boat was clamoring around the railing reaching out and yelling things that I could not "hear", yet no one offered to toss me a life preserver or pluck me out of the water.  One minute I was engaged with my surroundings and the next, I had sort of "checked-out" or gone deep within as everything around me seemed to fade into the background.  At times like these, it felt like I had slipped beneath the waves although there was something quite comforting and peaceful about those moments.  Even then I recognized that those moments served a good purpose. They gave me brief periods of time where I became numb to the pain. I could only allow so much of it in at a time.
     Then there are the other times were everything in my perception seemed bizarrely distorted. Sounds were too loud, smells that never bothered me were now offensive and I startled easily, like a shell-shocked soldier just back from war.
   My mind was blown, as if the brain had short-circuited, the connections fried.  I would stand face to face with a woman who was my neighbor for the past 15 years, whose children ate in my kitchen and slept in my house all during their youth, yet still not be able to recall her name or even where I should know her from. It's a very disturbing feeling, one of loss of control and downright frightening at times.  But is there a way past this?  Is there anything that can help us in those early days?



Finding the Eye