This week’s column was written by my 24-year-old daughter Emily. I had asked her for suggestions for widows or widowers with teenagers who are grieving the loss of their parent, at the same time the surviving parent is grieving the loss of spouse.
My father died nearly six years ago of esophageal cancer, when I was 18 and in my first year of college. Looking back on that time, I feel as though it happened both yesterday and decades ago. Death acts as a supernova to memories; seconds stand crystal clear illumined while whole weeks are a blur. I’m so grateful that I am blessed with my mom and sister in my life. While we have all traveled our own individual grief journeys, I think that we have been invaluable fellow travelers, meeting on the road and warning about rocky passages ahead or sharing in warmth. Honoring the individuality of each of our relationships to my dad has allowed us to share in the commonalities of losing someone each of us loved dearly.
Children and teenagers deal with their grief and emotions differently than adults. This may seem odiously obvious when thinking of how teens confront contemporary issues – obsessing over objects of affection, hysteria over clothes, the desire to listen to the same song ten million times on family car trips – but is easy to forget when experiencing a child’s reaction to the death of a parent. Seemingly dismissive or facetious attitudes often conceal a deep well of emotion.
I know that during the time my father was ill and after he died, I compartmentalized my feelings a great deal as a coping strategy. A teenager’s head and heart are not always connected, and although I received straight A’s that first semester in college, I found it nearly impossible to cry in front of people. If I hadn’t possessed a cool exterior, it would have been impossible to carry on, to say goodbye to my Daddy after a weekend visit from college without ignoring the possibility this would be the last time I saw him. Perhaps because I seemed “fine” on the surface, extended family members were less inclined to offer the emotional support I so desperately needed, but didn’t know how to ask for.
An agreement to honor individual feelings is pivotal to weathering this difficult time. Family members cannot judge each other on who seems to be the saddest. Grief isn’t a contest, the only prize on the other side of the fog is survival, and any “new normal” will never exist if failure to thrive proves who loves the deceased the most. Offer support to bereaved family members as if they were actually coping far less well than they seem to be, because in private they probably are worse than you can imagine.
For those supporting grieving children, I think that the worst thing a surviving parent can do is invoke the deceased parent’s name to control the child. “If your mother was alive…” or “Your father would never allow…” Besides being manipulative, these words alter the relationship of the child with the parent who is gone, and can’t speak for him or herself.
Children are already missing one parent at every moment, if a parent can’t be present for every occasion, joyous and miserable, why only bring the memory into already fretful conversations? However on the other side of the coin, I’m always appreciative when people bring up my father in a positive way. At my younger sister’s college graduation I was touched when family members said how proud my dad would have been of her, because it affirms all of the wonderful ways he was a tremendous gift and influence on our lives, rather than solely focusing on his absence.
I’ve often heard that after a huge loss, those grieving should try to not make any big decisions or changes in their lives for at least a year. This is wonderful advice for adults, to not sell the house or run off to Vegas, but virtually impossible for teens or young adults. In the year following my father’s death I moved twice, stopped speaking to virtually all of my long-time best friends, and decided to transfer to a college across the country. While many of these changes were a natural part of becoming an adult, I wish that I had known then how much I was not really myself during that period.
People grieving should be given small business cards to act as an in-person answering machine, reading “I’m sorry, I’m not here right now, please come back in a year and I’ll try to be more pleasant,” more to remind oneself than to make excuses to other people. As normal as melodrama in relationships is to younger people, it is beyond even the most well-meaning friends’ comprehension the deep, enduring sadness that is grieving. We all know through receiving insensitive comments from the most mature adults that no one really understands until he or she has experienced a loss, but it would be tremendously helpful for a teacher, coach, or close family friend to explain to friends and classmates of a grieving child what has happened, and what a gift time and patience are.
Most importantly, remind the grieving child to be patient with him or herself, allow time to remember, and time to continue growing following a staggering loss. “Bereaved” originally meant “to be deprived,” and while we who have experienced a loss will always be deprived of our loved one, eventually the sense of being deprived of oneself will depart if we can first be compassionate with ourselves.
Beverly Chantalle McManus lives in Northern California with her two daughters, who have each now graduated from college. She is Vice President and Treasurer of the Board of Directors for the Open to Hope Foundation, a bereavement facilitator and core team member of the Stepping Stones on your Grief Journey Workshops, and a frequent speaker and writer on the topic of loss and grief. In addition to grief support, she is also a marketing executive for professional services firms.
After losing my husband 5 years ago I immediately enrolled in college to force myself to move on. My children are now 14 and 10. I will be graduating in just a few months and have recently realized that I never grieved like I should have. It has just dawned on me that when I graduate I will begin a new chapter of my life that I never experienced with my best friend, my love , my husband. My son has suddenly sprouted up and become a young man that looks so much like his father it brings me to tears. It now almost feels like I just lost my husband again yesterday. Thank you for writing this article. I have been searching everywhere for some comforting words.
Jessica, wishing you all the best on your grief journey — glad you found Open to Hope, and hope you’ll continue reaching out!
I can completely relate to the comments just stated in your article. It is further confirmation that I am not alone in my thoughts or in the research about grief that I have done. My father also died when I was young (20) and my brother was only 17.
It took me two years, finally attending a grief group just to be able to really cry and then writing a book about the subject (Walking through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, AEG Publishing, 2009, http://www.strategicbookpublishing.com/WalkingThroughTheValleyOfTheShadowOfDeath.html) helped heal some of the other wounds, although I will always miss my dad. Thank you for your wonderful comments. They are truly inspiring!
Thank you Kim. I’m sorry to hear of your loss. Glad you were able to find the strength to attend a grief group — these can be incredibly healing. Thank you for sharing the info about your book — I look forward to reading it. Wishing you all the best on your grief journey!
My name is Peggy. The nicest man I have ever ever met died of a very rare brain disease. I know I’m not suppose to be able to understand WHY, I know I’m suppose to try to accept this, but this is the worst raw pain I have ever felt in my life . He was my best friend and my husband . I can’t even type these words out right now without my heart ripping apart. I need to talk to someone who GETS it and can comprehend this. Can someone please help me ? Please ? Thankyou Peggy
Peggy,
Thanks for your comment on the article. I’m so sorry to hear about your husband. Please accept my sincere condolences. I know this is an awful time in your life, and want you to know you’re not alone. We are here to be your companions on your grief journey. I’m really glad you reached out.
Your heart has been broken, so it’s natural that you are feeling so very sad. I wonder if you’d consider trying to attend a grief workshop or counseling sessions. Especially with the intensity of your feelings, you are going to need a lot of support. Don’t worry about crying … it is a very natural and useful part of your grief journey.
I’d like to encourage you to read this article — it has some specific ideas that might help you feel a little better right away. “Nature’s Remedy – Allowing the Universe to Embrace Us in Our Pain and Need” http://opentohopedeathofaspouse.com/death-of-a-spouse/contributing-authors/natures-remedy-allowing-the-universe-to-embrace-us-in-our-pain-and-need/
Most important of all, I hope you will soon realize that you have within yourself the strength to keep going. You don’t have to do it alone — just reach out. I hope that you’ll stay in touch and let us know how you’re doing.
Big Hugs,
Beverly Chantalle
My husband passed away from Lymphoma. He was diagnosed 4 months after we adopted 3 special needs kids, and died 10 months later at 43 y.o.. It’s been 7 months and I cry daily. My sister reminds me that it’s already been 7 months and I need to move on. I get everyone where they need to be, I keep my house (yard, pool) in order, as well as car repairs, etc.. I’m 50 y.o.. I miss my husband terribly. He was 1 week away from a bone marrow transplant when they told me he had a week to live after a 10 month battle. So it feels like a combination of drawn out and sudden combined.
I’ve never heard anyone make this comment and want know what to do next. I feel like I am grieving, however, in some ways I don’t want to move forward, because then I will accept the new reality that I now am alone to raise 4 kids. I know that’s a fact. I would have done anything with my husband. I can do this too, but it makes me mad that this is what’s left of my life. Does that make sense to anyone. I love my children, but there dad completed me and I him. I feel like my kids are stuck without me moving on faster. Thanks for the input.