Tag Archives: surviving grief
THE AMPUTATION OF MY SOUL, PART 2
As far as the analogy to a “car wreck” goes, unfortunately deep grief wrecks lives. I believe there is a sense of unfairness to the loss of someone that didn’t get a chance to live a full life (and that includes an infant, stillbirth, and miscarriage). Everyone dies, but when it happens before someone even had a chance to experience a full life – perhaps that is where so much of the sadness lies. However, there is certainly grief with losing anyone, even someone older. I have grieved for other things in my life besides the death of my son. With autism, there is also the issue about unfairness for the additional hurdles in life. However, I never want my scars to define me. Coping with those scars were easier for me when I became less focused on why the accident happened and more focused on how I could compensate and adjust. Unfortunately, like a car wreck – accidents happen. And there are no seatbelts for grief either!
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A DEEP, DARK EMPTINESS IS THERE
Does true empathy in grief exist? Empathy is a word that is very close to sympathy. I looked up the definition, and empathy means “the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.” So here is my truth (and my truth alone because grief is unique to every person): I have finally decided that my answer is a resounding no, since it was impossible for anyone to comprehend my level of pain after Jason died – even if they had also lost a child!
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MAY I CRY?
I accept my son’s death now after eighteen years. Lest anyone tell me that I need to get on with my life, I have. I have joy and I am no longer grieving my son intensely. I am not the same person I was before his death. I was so innocent and unscathed by life. I used to view this as another loss. Only recently, I see it now as something I have gained. The insights that I can share have been significant for me.
BYE, BYE, ZOMBIELAND – PART 1
When the tears stopped for me, it was only because I could no longer remember my beloved child as clearly. So now there was actually a different form of sadness. I felt farther away from what I was holding onto so tightly. But there were definitely less tears! Continue reading →







