Tis said memories are golden
                                                                            But we never wanted memories
                                                                        we only wanted you.
 
 

Time takes away the edge of Grief.
But memory turns back every leaf.



 
 
 
  

Grief - "The Human Experience"

Wanda Bincer, M.D.
Madison, Wisconsin
Grief is a universal human experience and all of us are familiar with the feelings of pain and sadness following a loss. We read about tragedies every day in the newspapers, see them on TV, hear about misfortunes from friends or experience a loss of someone dear to us through illness or old age. Our culture tends to encourage us to ignore death and pain, and promotes the myth that we can all be young, beautiful and if we live right, happy forever.

Many have read or heard of the work of Elisabeth Kubler-Ross and other experts on death and dying. Thus we are familiar with the stages of grief, shock, denial, rage, despair, and finally acceptance. We may find reassurance in the fact that the terrain has been studied, that there is a map on how to travel the areas that need to be passed on the road to our destination. For some the travel is made easier by a strong faith, by a sense of meaning and purpose, and by the firm belief that they will need with absent loved ones after death.

At different times many of us come into contact with grieving persons at a funeral, memorial service or when visiting the bereaved. We offer caring words, compassion, practical help and maybe even love, but then we are finished and go on with our lives. I was thrust into the world of senseless violence, grief and anguish with the sudden news of the murder of my oldest child and only daughter. It began with utter shock and disbelief and a slim hope that a mistake had been made. The shock and disbelief still catch me at times, even though four years have passed. And of course a terrible mistake was made; some cruel and misguided man ended the life of a young woman, who loved life, people and animals. She picked up stray puppies, loved children, had a radiant sunny smile and wanted to start a camp for mentally retarded and disabled children. A part of me was killed with her and I will never be the same again.

We all ask "why." We become acutely aware of our vulnerability. The world suddenly becomes an unfair and dangerous place. Our sense of trust, order, and the belief that should we live just and good life nothing bad will happen to us, are shattered. However, it is important to remember that we are all individuals, that our circumstances differ, as does the length and pattern of our grief. What we can offer those who are grieving is a caring acceptance of their special way of dealing with their anguish and a willingness to listen.

"Give Sorrow Words" is the message of the self-support group Parents of Murdered Children. Healing can be facilitated by telling one's story again and again and by allowing oneself to experience pain, rage and despair. Most of us do not realize our own strengths and ability to cope. The resiliency and power of the human spirit are awesome. When I come into contact with families whose child has been murdered and experience the compassion and caring within the group, my faith in the human spirit is restored. Survivors of the murder of a child, spouse, or friend have a great deal to offer one another and often can be of more help than the clergy or mental health professionals.

I would say that probably the most important element that can help us in our grieving is that we treat ourselves with great kindness and that we do not set up unfair expectations of ourselves. Length of time, intensity of sorrow, may be different for each of us. The different stages of grief follow no rigid order and we need to give ourselves permission to experience our anguish in our own time, without deadlines or hurtful judgements.

As we live through unimaginable heartbreak and sadness, it is a time for gentleness; it is a time to forgive ourselves, our anger and self-centeredness; it is a time to allow ourselves to weep, as long and as often as we wish.

It is important not to allow society in general, our friends, mental health professionals, or the clergy in particular, to pressure us into getting on with the business of living and thus shortening or suppressing our grieving. Well-meaning people who expect the bereaved to become quickly functional, smiling and cheerful again, may do incredible harm and will certainly increase the feelings of loneliness, hurt and alienation already present.

It is important to grieve, to experience the pain, to weep and to acknowledge the impact of our loss. To allow ourselves to grieve is healing in the long run. It enables us to put our lives together again as best we can under the circumstances.
 

© 1989 Nancy K. Ruhe
Taken from the POMC web page.


 

I recently submitted a statement to my local support group newsletter.
“What I have learned during the first two years of grief”.  
-The first year I learned how to scream and cry on the outside.
The second year I learned to scream and cry on the inside.- 

The meaning I guess is clear and I wonder how many agree with me.  During the first year of grief, all I could do was cry and scream.  I could not accept this had happened to my son and our family.  During the first year, people were concerned and talked about Phillip and what had happened and when would we get justice.  But after the first year, it seemed all the concerned people were gone.  No one asked anymore about my son nor did they want me to talk about him.  It made them uneasy.  This is when I learned to cry and scream inside.  The only true people who understand are the people that are traveling the same road of grief and to my sadness this road seems to be getting more crowded.  I do not know what this 3rd year of grief will bring for us, hopefully we will see some justice for Phillip’s murder I believe this will have to happen before we can start healing.  I continue to keep my son’s name alive in every way I can.  I find if I can work on projects that are in memory of Phillip or any project concerning Phillip it helps me keep making it one more day.  If you have tips on “Ways of Coping”, I would love to hear them.

Peace for another Day.
Debbie
  


 

And when we have
remembered everything,
we grow afraid
of what we may forget.
A face, a voice, a smile?
No need to fear forgetting,
because
The heart remembers always.