Magazine Excerpts
    Magazine Excerpts - August ~ September 2004    

 
 
Dear Bereaved Father

I am very sorry about the death of your child. When my son died, I remember thinking there are no words to describe the myriad of powerful feelings. I have also learned that there are no words I can share to take the pain away or give meaning to your sense of loss. The truth is, the future will be forever different and your grief … well…will be with you forever, though I believe eventually you’ll learn to live with it. And you will learn to go on living.

What advice do I have? First attend to your grief. Someone wrote, “The pain that is unavailable cannot be healed.” After my initial outpouring of grief, I felt I needed to be strong for my wife. I buried my son in the ground and buried myself in busy-ness. I discovered much later that my wife concluded I didn’t really care about my son. I did not listen to the chaplain’s advice. He said “Who said you have to be strong to be supportive? Go have a good cry on each other’s shoulder.”

I discovered that grief is one of those “pay me now or pay me later” realities. Let the tears flow. Seek a healthy outlet for your anger. Share your feelings of guilt. Give your sense of helplessness and depression time and space.

Mothers and fathers grieve differently. Her grief is not better or worse, just different. Her coping style is different. Be patient with her and yourself. Grief is a roller coaster of emotions. You will not ride the ups and downs at the same time. You cannot take her grief away, but you can share it. You cannot prevent her from suffering, but you can prevent her from suffering for the wrong reasons. Be a loving listener. Share your feelings. Hold each other tenderly and often.

Men often have trouble reaching out for support. Certainly many have trouble offering support to men. I got so tired of hearing, “How’s your wife doing?” I rarely heard “How are you doing?” I cannot stress how important I believe it is for you to find and use one or more support persons. No one can do your grieving for you; no one grieves well alone! I urge both of you to join a bereaved parent support group. Consider reading – together – a book about grief.

You child has died. Your dreams and memories will never die. Death demands that you let go, though that is no easy process. Letting go is not forgetting. Letting go is ultimately forgiving this tragedy, experiencing acceptance along with sadness and having the courage to risk living and loving again. I wish you a healthy journey through your grief – from another bereaved father.

Chaplain James Cunningham
TCF Victoria, Inc. Australia
 

 

 
 
For Dads

What I can’t understand is how men will run to someone to get a small splinter out of a finger but will refuse to ask directions when we are driving and will drive and swear for hours before asking for assistance. The biggest splinter I ever had was when my daughter died. I needed help. Ministers, funeral directors, friends, fellow
workers, doctors, psychologists and psychiatrists couldn’t help – they didn’t know what I was going through.

One friend, whose son had been murdered said, “Go to a Compassionate Friends meeting.” He knew! I went to a TCF meeting.

No one took the splinter out. No one offered any ‘how to’s’. No one told me ‘you should… ‘. No one could or tried to take away all the pain. But they had been there. They knew, and because they knew, and I knew that they knew, it helped.

What I had gone through and will go through in my grief, someone had been there before me. This knowledge has assisted me in my travel through pain. I still have that big hole in my gut. My eyes still fill with tears at odd times. But I know that I’m not alone. I know that others have gone through these same things – and for some dumb reason, this helps
Tom Crouthamel

Life And Death,

Life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.....

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that
it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.


Kahlil Gibran


 

 

Memories are found in places, people, stories, music, personal belongings, everyday rituals – they are everywhere.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Memories are a gift to be opened when those we love are far away. Memories are like a garden carried in the heart.

Memories are like keepsakes,always to be treasured.

Memories are like sand castles – only by putting them in a safe place can we prevent them from washing away.

Memories are the most beautiful pictures our minds can paint, and nothing can ever erase them.

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. (from the wonder years)

There is no fence or hedge around time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

Richard

When someone you love becomes a memory,
the memory becomes a treasure.

   
Pray for and with the one who
has died. The love between you
is a spiritual bond that death
cannot sever.

Grief Therapy


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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