Tag: Books

  • Beyond Tears by Ellen Mitchell

    Beyond Tears by Ellen Mitchell

    There are certain truisms in life. One of them is that it goes against the natural order of things to bury one’s child. However, as bereaved mothers we can no longer believe in natural order. Our comfortable, secure lives, our innocence, all were shattered with the deaths of our children. Now our reality is upside down, inside out and far removed from what we thought it would be.
    Beyond Tears 

    Nine Bereaved Moms Share Their Stories

    Beyond Tears contains the stories of nine bereaved mothers. They have similar backgrounds, each losing a child that was a teen or young adult. They met at Compassionate Friends and became close. They have moved along their grief journey to a point of healing they share in this book.

    They call people that have never experienced the loss of a child “civilians.” I thought that was sort of funny.

    Like probably all of us that have found new friends because we’ve joined the Grieving Parents Club, they express this sentiment:

    We are the closest of fiends. We share the deepest intimacies of our lives. We wish we had never met.

    At the very least we wish we had met under different circumstances.

    The ladies share their thoughts and experiences of losing their children. Chapters deal with the first year, finding help, redefining our existence, coping and dealing with all those special days – birthdays, holidays and anniversaries.

    They also touch on a subject you don’t see much about in a chapter titled, “Intimacy.”

    The anquish of losing a child pollutes every close relationship. It seeks to destroy our ties to our spouses, to our remaining children, to our parents, to cherished friends, to everyone close to us. Each tie is torn to shreds and brutally examined under a high-powered microscope before it can be pieced back together.

    In some cases the pieces will never again mesh and the bond will break. Those relationships that survive will be forever changed because we are changed. We are never the same people we were before the death. The person we become has to learn anew to love and live with those we loved and lived with before, or perhaps to go a seperate way.

    The death becomes a giant black hole in our midst.

    The death of our children is so totally all consuming. “Civilians” as the ladies call them, don’t understand this, even though they try. They become impatient with us and we with them.

    This book, like all the others on grieving I’ve read, illustrate how different we all are. What works for one grieving parent doesn’t for another. What happens quickly for one may take years for someone else.

    This difference in grieving styles is a major stress factor between husband and wife.

    The Ladies Share the Podium

    This book is about the experiences of nine moms, and eight of the ten chapters are about their experiences.

    But they let the dads have one chapter.

    And yes, men are different than women. We’re not as public with feelings. But we have them. We can share them, but I know for me, it doesn’t come naturally.

    I found a blog post by a fellow grieving dad once, where I and several other dads shared our thoughts with one another. We supported each other. But that only lasted for a short time, then we all just sort of faded away.

    All that sharing takes a lot out of you. It requires energy. It’s also a constant reminder of the deep down sadness we feel. There are enough reminders of that.

    Anyway, in chapter nine the dad’s get their say.

    The last chapter is one I’m really glad to see. In chapter ten the “Siblings Speak.” The adult children left behind share their experience.

    This is something I worry about. Our daughter Sarah lost her baby brother when we lost our son. In a way she also lost her parents, because our grief was so consuming.

    She’s an amazing young woman and very detail oriented. We leaned on her a lot to get Richard’s funeral planned. I’m sure that wasn’t fair to her, but she didn’t complain.

    I wonder how this has all been for her. We don’t talk about it. I’m not sure how to even bring it up, and I don’t think she would be real comfortable talking to me about it. But I worry about her.

    I think Beyond Tears is worth reading. I found a lot of stories I can relate to. Through these stories I also learned there is hope. It will always be a struggle, but if we keep moving forward, just one step at a time, we will eventually find a life worth living – different yes, but a life still.

    Beyond Tears: Living After Losing a Child, Revised Edition

     

  • Heaven Is For Real – Book Review

    Heaven Is For Real – Book Review

    Heaven is real.

    Can there be more important or beautiful words that any grieving parents could hear?

    Yeah, there could be better words. “Honey, wake up! You’re having a nightmare,” or “There’s been a big mistake, your son isn’t dead, he’s just been in the witness protection program. But it’s all OK now, so he can come back into your life again,” come to mind.

    But it’s pretty clear those words aren’t going to be played sweetly to our ears. Learning that heaven really exists is our greatest source of hope.

    Todd Burpo says he has proof, Heaven is real.

    Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy’s Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back is his book. He shares the story of his 4 year old son Colton’s trip to heaven.

    The early parts of this book were hard for me to read. Colton was in the Intensive Care Unit. Been there, done that, and don’t want the damned t-shirt. It brought back a lot of hard memories. It was intensely stressful – I think that’s where the “Intensive” part of the name comes from.

    Like Colton, Richard recovered and came home from the hospital. Unfortunately Richard also came home with scar tissue in his brain that would cause him to have seizures and ultimately kill him.

    Colton was touch-and-go, the doctors didn’t have much hope for him.

    But Colton made a miraculous recovery. He also came home from the hospital. He came home with stories about Heaven.

    Some of the things in this book will make the hair stand up on the back of your neck. For example, Colton was able to tell his parents things they were doing while he was out of it and in surgery. He couldn’t have possibly known what they were doing, each in a separate room and not with Colton. It gets your attention.

    Much of this story seems too perfect. The author, a pastor at Crossroads Wesleyan Church in Imperial, Nebraska, takes every detail of Colton’s story and matchs it perfectly with Bible scripture. It just seems too pat and lines up so well it’s hard to believe. Mr. Burpo could say anything he wants in his book. It just might be all made up.

    But it might also all be real.

    Debbie and I were talking about this. She made the comment,

    “If they had listened to the prophets back in Biblical times, we wouldn’t have all the problems we do now.”  She thinks we need to listen to the prophets God sends to us today. And this little boy just may be one of those prophets.

    You can read the book and come to your own opinion.

  • Review: life after the death of my son: what I’m learning – by Dennis Apple

    Review: life after the death of my son: what I’m learning – by Dennis Apple

    Several months before his death, Richard was home for the weekend and he was looking at one of my bookcases. On one shelf he spotted a stack of books about seizures and epilepsy.

    He looked at them and asked me, “Why do you have all these?”

    “Because you have that little time bomb in your head, and I thought we should find out about it. Maybe find something that can help.” I told him.

    He just sighed and shook his head at me.

    That’s just how I am. If something interests me, or bothers me, I try to learn as much as I can about it. I buy a lot of books.

    So it should be no surprise I have a large and growing collection of books about grieving and the loss of a child.

    I just finished Dennis Apple’s life after the death of my son: what i’m learning.

    I read this book faster than any other grieving book I’ve owned… except for Good Grief, which is so small it hardly counts.

    Dennis and Buelah Apple’s son Denny died on this day in 1991. I guess this review is my tribute on the 20 year anniversary of his death.

    Dennis Apple kept journals of his experiences after the death of his son. A lot of journals. In this book he shares what he went through in those early years and expands on the lessons learned. He deals candidly with it all… from the pain, the marriage issues, and his doubts about God and religion to finding his way toward healing.

    This is Super Bowl Sunday so one of the comparisons he makes is appropriate on this day. He equates learning to deal with our grief to great athletes learning to play with pain. Play with pain. I really think that’s the goal now. I think it will always be there, so we have to learn to live with it.

    Another part of his story that really hit home for me are the issues of faith. Mr. Apple is a minister and on the pastoral staff at College Church of the Nazarene in Olathe, Kansas. His son’s death made him question God. This had to be really hard for him, as religious life was such a big part of his very core.

    There are so many feel good stories in the readings and songs at church. They tell us about how God is looking over us. That he cares for us. We’re taught that if we follow him to our best ability, he’ll be looking out for us. God has our back.

    Then our kid dies. Denny Apple sounds like he was a great kid. My son Richard wasn’t a saint, but he was a good kid and a fine young man. I was very proud of him. So how could God let something so horrible happen to such good kids?

    In all my years attending Catholic schools I was told God is up there and is all seeing and knowing. He controls everything and has a reason for everything he does. I don’t believe this anymore.

    I still believe there’s a God. I just don’t think God is watching and controlling everything that happens on earth. If he was, how could such pain be allowed?

    I’ve told people that God has a lot of explaining to do. I still feel that way.

    Mr. Apple had to deal with these same doubts at the same time as he was trying to be a minister leading others to God on a daily basis. The conflicts inside had to be overpowering.

    But he made it through all that.

    His story gives us hope. The enormity of the struggles he faced are clearly told, yet he came through it with his soul intact. Like all grieving parents he will never “get over” the loss of his son. He’s just learned to play with pain and he shows there’s hope we can too.

    I highly recommend this book.

    Life After the Death of My Son: What I’m Learning (my Amazon affiliate link)

  • When There Are No Words – A Review

    When There Are No Words – A Review

    It seems most of the books about surviving the loss of a child are written by women.

    This probably isn’t a surprise. Grieving is all about feelings. Most of us guys get queazy when we have to deal with feelings. We just don’t talk about feelings much. We have them, but we would rather you didn’t know about them.

    Dads grieve different.

    In our gift bag at the recent TCF conference in Frankfort, KY there was a book written by a dad.

    Charlie Walton and his wife lost two of their sons in an accident. He shares his experiences in his book When There Are No Words.

    It’s interesting, entertaining and short. I read it in a couple of nights.

    I’ve had similar experiences. Mostly.

    His story of standing in the shower on the night of his son’s death, trying unsuccessfully to cry was one of those.

    I found out about Richard while I was at work. My conversation with the coroner was strangely business like. As I was driving home my body felt like I was crying, but no tears came out.

    When I got home Debbie met me in the driveway. We hugged. All the physical stuff that happens when you cry was going on. I could feel my body shuddering. The right sounds came out. There were no tears. I was wondering what was wrong with me.

    And this continued.

    Later I looked out the front door and saw Debbie pacing on the sidewalk. She was smoking. I went out to join her – with the pacing, not the smoking.

    When Richard was a baby he was a thumb sucker. While Debbie rocked him to sleep, he would work on that thumb and he’d rub her gown between his other thumb and forefinger. He liked the silky feel. Eventually Debbie had to cut up one of her old gowns to give him. It became “his rag.” He had to have it to go to sleep.

    If we were away from home his rag went with us. If it got left behind when we came back, I’d have to make an emergency return trip to fetch his rag. It was the only way to have peace. So eventually we had a spare rag for use when we forgot the one he carried around.

    When I joined Debbie on the sidewalk I noticed she had Richard’s rag in her hand. The sight of that rag – long packed away in the cedar chest for safekeeping until one of Richard’s future children needed it – broke the damn. Tears flowed.

    Another of Charlie’s experiences that hit home was the guilt thing.

    Dad’s are supposed to be the protectors. At least that’s what we think. When our kids die, it seems pretty obvious we didn’t protect so well. It was a big issue then and it still is today. Working on it.

    During the holiday seasons, Charlie and his wife get out of town. They don’t want to be around the family.

    This hasn’t been our approach.

    Our family get togethers still give us comfort. Not having Richard there is tough. There’s no doubt about that. But we’d still be missing him if we didn’t go to the family gatherings. Not attending family events to avoid missing him would just spotlight his absence.

    At least that’s how I feel about it.

    When There Are No Words. is a good book. It’s worth reading.

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  • On Grief and Grieving – Book Review

    On Grief and Grieving – Book Review

    Dealing with the loss of a child is exhausting. After reading On Grief and Grieving"On Grief and Grieving" book cover by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and David Kessler I understand why. Grieving is hard work.

    I never knew there was so much to deal with.

    First the authors outline five stages of grief:

    • Denial
    • Anger
    • Bargaining
    • Depression
    • Acceptance

    I think that last one is misnamed. I would call it Resignation. I may have to resign myself to the reality of Richard’s death, but I’ll never accept it. It’s unacceptable – I just can’t do anything about it.

    Unfortunately this list isn’t a follow-the-dots pathway to healing. We are all different. We grieve differently. These are just general guidelines of what to expect.

    Then there are what the book calls the “Inner World of Grief.” This section of the book goes through the many different things we grieve for when we lose someone. This shows why grieving is so hard – it’s just so complex.

    The section on regrets hit home for me. There are the obvious regrets of not doing something to prevent Richard’s death. Of not seeing the signs. But there is also the regret of what will be missed.

    I didn’t just love Richard, I also liked him. I enjoyed being around him. If I had been his peer instead of his parent, I’m certain we’d have been pals. I was looking forward to that time when our parent – child relationship could change to a friendship. That transformation had in fact already begun. I was looking forward to going to ballgames with him, and maybe doing a business venture with him.

    That lost future is a big grieving area for me.

    The book also covers the “Outer World of Grief.” About dealing with the rest of the world while we deal with the pain. About anniversaries, holidays, health changes and more.

    The authors then cover some specific circumstances such as death and children, suicide, sudden death and others.

    It’s a detailed look at grief. It covers a lot of ground and I’m sure many of the topics will bring you insight.

    The biggest lesson I’ve taken from the book is to not look for the easy out. There isn’t one. We have to find our own path, and we’ll stumble and fall many times along the way. Our society doesn’t support grieving people very well. We all think a person should “be over it” in a few months. We won’t.

    Reading this book could help you deal with that.