It is hard to accept the loss of a loved one after they have been a presence in your life for so many years, especially if they were young and you had expected them to be in your life for many more years to come.
I have heard that people who have lost an arm or a leg say they can still feel the missing limb as though it were still attached. I had the same feeling about the loss of my child. For several months after his death, something would happen that would have interested Jason and I would think about telling him until I remembered that he was gone.
As time passed, his absence became part of my reality, and I stopped making this mistake. Perhaps it was the visits to the cemetery that reinforced the image of his grave, and therefore his death, so firmly in my consciousness.
Yet I continued to think of Jason, sometimes by choice, sometimes surprised while engaged in activities that would remind me of him. Jason’s ambition was to make movies.
After his death, I often went to movies, and at the end of certain films might speculate: “Jason would have liked this movie,” or “If he had lived, this is the sort of movie Jason would have made.” Such thoughts prolonged our relationship, providing him a space in my life. It was the only kind of immortality I could give him – that of a father’s love and remembrance.
Kent Koppelman
Wrestling with the Angel
Baywood Publishing, Inc.