Grieving Parent

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  • Observations After a Year

    We’ve made it through our first year as grieving parents. I thought I’d post a few observations.

    • Even after a year I still can’t believe this is real. I’m still waiting to wake up and the nightmare to end.
    • I’ve only seen Richard in one dream. I would have expected to see him many times over the span of a year. But there has been just the one time. That one time was the most intense dream I’ve ever had. Maybe because I think about him all the time when I’m awake my brain needs a break and refuses to dream about him too.
    • We’ve been told the second year is harder than the first. Is that possible? Not looking forward to that.
    • I’ve heard a lot of bereaved parents talk about the comfort they get visiting their child’s grave. I don’t feel comfort there. I feel sadness. But I still go because… that’s my kid.
    • Having a dead kid makes you do strange stuff. Like planting strawberries at your child’s grave.
    • When you’re in a room full of grieving parents the power of the sorrow is so strong it’s like a force field that just grabs you. You can physically feel it’s power.
    • Finding a proper image to begin each of these blog posts is often a pain. I may go image free.
    • When I talk to Richard at the cemetery, my most frequent statement is, “I just can’t believe we – you and I – let this happen to you. This just shouldn’t have happened kid.” He’s probably tired of hearing it by now.
    • Bereaved parent support groups really like butterfly images.
    • Early on I sometime had the feeling – a sense – that Richard was nearby. I don’t get that feeling anymore.
    • Having your child die is nothing like having your mother die, even though I miss them both a lot.
    • My clothes are much tighter now than a year ago. I guess grief is fattening.
    • I know there are videos in our house of Richard growing up. I haven’t found the courage to dig them out and watch them. I may never have that much courage.
    • Most of Richard’s stuff is still here. I’d like to get rid of the the U of L stuff but Debbie won’t let me.

  • One Year

    We’ve completed our “year of firsts.”

    We had several days to remember.

    Mother’s day was the anniversary of the last time we saw Richard. It was a tough day.

    May 22nd was the last time anyone in the family talked to him. Debbie called him that Friday evening about his plans for the weekend. She was checking to see if he would be home for our family celebration of his cousin Hannah’s graduation from college. He had to work.

    I’m sure he died on May 23rd. No one saw him or heard from him from that day on. I’m certain that as he began to wake up that morning he went into siezures. He never knew what was happening. At least I hope he didn’t.

    May 28th last year we got that awful call from the coronor. And we had to tell Sarah her little brother was dead – on her birthday.

    So we had a lot of days to remember.

    Like there would be any way we could ever forget.

  • Mother’s Day

    Mother’s Day

    Yesterday was Mother’s Day. A hard day for all bereaved moms.

    It was Debbie’s first Mother’s Day with Richard gone. It came with all the pain of no longer having him there to tell her “Happy Mother’s Day”, of not getting another goofy card from her kid and from just knowing he is gone.

    But it is also a tough day for both of us because on Mother’s Day one year ago, we saw Richard for the last time.

    He worked on Saturday night, as a waiter at Logan’s Steak House. He drove to our house after he got off work, arriving in the early morning hours, so he could visit his mom on Mother’s Day.  He went to church with us and got to stay for just a short time after, as he had to work that afternoon.

    We told him goodbye and watched him leave for Lexington. That was the very last time we laid eyes on him. We never saw Richard again.

    So we knew it would be a stressful day.

    How did we handle it?

    We decided to run away – sort of.

    Debbie still has a hard time making it through church without tears. She remembers seeing Richard at mass every week, usually standing in the back  and getting “volunteered” to help the ushers. The sermons on Mother’s Day often revolve around motherhood type themes. There is also a recognition of the moms at the service, usually they are asked to stand and all us non-moms clap for them. We knew this would be an emotional land mine for her.

    So we didn’t go to church Sunday. Sorry God – please forgive us.

    We went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. But we didn’t go to our local Cracker Barrel in Shelbyville. We drove to Louisville to eat.

    After returning home and changing clothes we went to Kroger and bought some stuff for supper and some flowers – tulips – to take to the cemetery.

    We put tulips at my mom’s grave and at Richard’s.

    We also cleaned the bird poop off Richard’s headstone and did a few plantings at his grave.

    The plan was to go home, fix dinner on the grill and watch some movies together.

    We just wanted to stay away from everyone and spent the day together.

    That was the plan.

    Then I got a call from my dad. He said the tomato plants were already too tall and I needed to come over and get them before the rain came in tonight.  My dad is the tomato plant supplier for all of our family.

    So I went to the farm and got tomato plants. I brought them home.

    Debbie and I then spent a good portion of the remaining day light planting tomatoes. We put in 25 plants.

    Then we fixed our ribeye’s on the grill.

    It was a nice day in a sad sort of way.

  • Feel Like a Tennis Ball

    Feel Like a Tennis Ball

    Back in my college days I liked to play tennis. Never was very good at it, in fact my girl friend at the time used to beat me every time we played.

    I feel like I’m back at playing tennis. But this time I’m the ball.

    I’ll be depressed and in the dumps. Then – Boink – I’m on the other side of the net and thinking I might survive. Then – Whack! – back over the net I fly, into dispare again.

    The shots to the feel better side of the net seem to be the nice slow easy soft ball shots. The kind that bring the other player to the net to just smash the hell out of the ball, hitting it back at you before you can get set.

    After a period of being in the dumps, I had been finally starting to get some hope again.

    Then my cousin’s husband posted a link to the video below on his Facebook.

    This video shows a Tiawanese kid singing the Dolly Parton song “I Will Always Love You”. That haunting verse hit me. The song isn’t about a lost child. But that thought of always loving someone even when they are no longer in your life made me think of Richard.

    Whack – right back in the dumps.

    Then later I was reading my email. Someone sent me a link to this video.

    After watching this guy – with all his physical problems I felt guilty. If he can overcome all that and still live a happy productive life, surely I can manage to overcome this grieving and face life with a positive attitude.

    And now I’m floating back over the net to the better side – waiting for that next smack.

  • Grieving Dad’s Project

    Grieving Dad’s Project

    I stumbled upon this site today.

    Geared toward grieving dads. Kelley Farley is a bereaved father that’s had two children die. He has decided to write a book to help grieving fathers.

    His website tells his story and leads to a survey where you can tell yours.

    He hopes to get enough stories about dad’s that have traveled the grief journey to put together a resource for other grieving dad’s searching for help and hope.

    Resource Links:

    The project website: http://www.grievingdads.com/

    Follow him on Twitter: http://twitter.com/GrievingDads