By Pamela Gabbay —
When I was 25 years old, I learned about life and death in the same month. At the beginning of July, I had my first child, a precious baby girl. By the end of July, my 49-year-old father was dead. He was a truck driver who fell asleep at the wheel of his truck in the middle of the night. He crashed and died instantly. When he died, my world crashed in. I walked around in a stupor trying to make sense of this new, foreign world. I didn’t know what to feel. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know how to act.
I couldn’t take the unbearable pain. I couldn’t handle this new reality, that of having no father. I decided to stuff my pain. I stopped listening to country music because it reminded me of him. I put away all of his photos. I thought that I was doing the right thing. I thought that I could outrun the grief.
A few years and a second child later, my 51-year-old mother was diagnosed with cancer. She died two weeks after her diagnosis. Again, my world was shattered. Again, I was thrown into this foreign world of unbearable pain. I missed my mom and dad so much. Now, neither of my children would know my parents. I struggled to come to terms with the magnitude of my loss. I longed for someone to take away the pain and the aching. I longed for the connection to my parents.
Adding to my pain was a somewhat unkind society, including those who had not experienced this pain. As grievers, we are taught not to show our pain. We are taught to “be strong” and are complimented if we appear to be strong. At times, I felt a silent mandate from society; I needed to “move on” and “get over it.”
Some friends stopped calling. It seemed as if they thought that being close to me might cause this to happen to them. Also, they didn’t know how I felt. Most of my friends were in their twenties and they still had both of their parents.
In the weeks and months after my parents died, I found that the most mundane chores became almost intolerable. During trips to the grocery store, I was surrounded by moms and daughters. They were laughing, shopping and talking. During the holidays, my parents’ favorite Christmas carols caused me to have such intense longing for them that I often had to leave the store.
As a result of my parents’ deaths, I was forever changed. My life was like a “before” and “after” photo; before the deaths of my parents and after the deaths of my parents. As a grieving daughter, each day I had to make decisions about how to deal with my pain. Some days I was able to make tentative steps forward. Most days, I just wanted to pull the covers up and stay in bed. I didn’t have that option because I had my own children to care for. In addition to being a grieving daughter, I was also a mother to my own two children.
Over time, I began to wonder, how do I begin again? How do I find happiness again? When will this pain end? I learned to get through my grief by wading in the muddy, murky water for as long as I needed to. At times, my grief felt like a raging river that seemed impossible to cross. At other times, it felt as stagnate as a cesspool.
The death of my parents caused me to reevaluate my life. What was my true purpose? I decided to change careers and return to school to become a grief counselor. I was very fortunate when a center for grieving children opened in my own town. I started volunteering my time with the children of the center. I found that helping others helped me.
Just as their deaths taught me many things, so did their lives. My parents were wonderful teachers. They taught me to laugh and be silly; to love music; to dream big. They taught me the value of a friend and the importance of being true to oneself. My parents also taught me that love never dies. Just because they died, my relationship with them didn’t die. Our relationship, just like our love, continues even though they’re no longer physically here with me. Ultimately, they have taught me that grief takes as long as grief takes.
Tags: grief, hope
Pamela:
Thank you for this beautiful article. Life handed you some very unfair circumstances–taking both your parents so early in life and so suddenly in both cases. However, you have very courageously moved on into areas that have helped you heal and that have enriched your life.
I know you are probably like many of us, and you still miss your parents. I lost my mom five years ago. I don’t think any of us understands what the loss of a parent is like until it happens to us. It changes your life forever.
Best to you always,
Rod C.
Pamela:
I just lost both of my parents this past year. Dad in June 6, 2008 and Mom in August 18, 2008. They were both in their 80’s. Dad died of stomach cancer and Mom who was in a nursing home for several years died of a heart attack. I miss them terribly and would give the next 20 years of my life to have them both back. Sometimes the pain is unbearable and there is many a night my emotions go on a roller coaster ride with lost, anger and this feeling of emptyness that hurts beyond comparison. I know what you mean when all of a sudden your friends seem to become distant and you have the ones that tell you be strong and get over it. It’s during this time that I turn to Jesus & ask for help. Thank you for sharing your feelings and God Bless you.