When someone is grieving i believe in my heart that many if not all outsiders have the best intentions to help I truly do, but understandably they have no real concept on how long and how often the mourning need support or just understanding. People that lose loved ones, I have come to find that there is no limit to the time it takes for each individual to find their new normal. I think that sometimes when people view the lives of the sorrowful, they think that the person or people grieving should have come to terms with their loss after a certain amount of time. I have found this not to be true, I have sadly gained the knowledge that every moment to everyday is different. It is so hard to help people understand that we need to grieve as long as it may take. We all seem to have our own way to do this, whether it is to submerse our time into our work
so that our mind has little time to feel the pain, or that we become some what of a recluse trying to understand our torture. There is no right or wrong way to grieve, there are no rules. I personally try to battle the pain by writing my feelings at that moment. I think some may not understand and my God am I thankful for that because I would not wish this on anyone. It is so important to me to put out there that when you see someone struggling and they may seem as if their path is destructive, it might not always be as it seems, sometimes we must look outside the box! This is because anyone who is grieving that keeps having emotions whether negative or positive has not given up the fight. I cannot identify my grief with anyones else, I have learned to accept the death of my father and step mother and although it still hurts, I have learned to move forward. I have found that burying a child is a completely different kind of grief for me anyway. I am moving forward, I am fighting to become a new normal. I have found that not just me but all other parents who are trying to win
the fight are on this similar path and they may feel like there is no end, keep fighting. I want to post this link for those that may be fighting this fight to maybe offer support that you are not alone. I also want to post this for people who may just want to understand some of the process grieving parents may be going through. I am also posting some writings from this site that have heart felt meaning to me. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Grieving-Mothers/162680380444494
Dear Clueless I would like to share with you my pain but that isn’t possible unless you have lost a child yourself and that I wouldn’t want you to have to experience. So with that being said, I would like to say this. I will try to my best to understand you if you try to understand me. I lost my child. My life will never be the same. I will never be the same again. I will be different from now on. I no longer have the same feelings about anything. Everything in my life has changed from the moment my child left to go to heaven. I will, on some days be very sad and nothing you say will changes that so don’t feel like it is your job to make me feel better on those days, just allow me to be where I am. When you lose a child you not only lose your reason for living, you lose the motivation to go on. You also lose your sense of self. It takes a long time to come to some kind of understanding for why this has happened, if ever. Of course we who have lost children know we have to go on but we don’t want to hear someone else tell us too. Especially from someone who has not lost a child. It makes me and anyone who has lost a child want to say who are you to tell me that? Did you bury your child? I don’t want this to sound like I don’t appreciate everything you say because I know you mean well, but I just want you to appreciate where I am coming from too. I want you to understand that some of the things you say hurt me and others like me without you really knowing it. I know it must be pretty hard to talk to people like myself, not knowing what to say. That is why I am writing this letter. If you don’t know what to say, say nothing or just say I’m sorry. That always works for me. If you want to talk and say my child’s name feel free I would love to hear her name anytime. You not saying her name didn’t make me forget it, or what happened to her. So by all means say her name. When special dates come or holidays come please forgive me if I’m not myself. I just can’t keep it up on those days. I may wish to be by myself so I can think about my child without putting on a front. Most of all I want you to know I’m having a hard time with the death of my child and I am trying my very best to get back into life again. Some days it may look like I have accomplished that, and other days like I am at square one. This will happen the rest of my life periodically. There are just no words to explain the living hell this feels like. There are no words that could ever do it justice. So please bear with me and give me time and don’t put your own timetable on my grief and let me be the person I am now and not have to live up to the person you think I should be. Allow me my space and time and accept me for me. I will try my best to understand you. Love
, Your Friend in Grief
I am a sixty plenty wife, mother, sister, grandmother and friend. I started blogging as a coping mechanism during my beautiful daughter's final journey. Vic was desperately ill for 10 years after a botched back operation.
Vic's Journey ended on 18 January 2013 at 10:35. She was the most courageous person in the world and has inspired thousands of people all over the world. Vic's two boys are monuments of her existence. She was an amazing mother, daughter, sister and friend.
I will miss you today, tomorrow and forever my Angle Child.
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11 thoughts on “There is no limit”
it’s so true there is no limit and i’m glad you’re not allowing others to dictate how you should feel and for how long.
i lost 7 babies through IVF, around 6-7 years ago, i don’t think i’ve fully grieved, i’m more numb. sending warm thoughts your way. my heart so goes out to you xo
I think the grief of a mother never ends… Thank you for your kind thoughts.
for the person who advised you concentrate on the boys, they are so uncomfortable with death and want to help. there isn’t much to say that can alleviate your grieving so most of us will just keep sending hugs and reading your words of pain. my advise to avoid that old “be strong” advice still stands. lean on those who can just be with your grief and put their own feelings aside for you. this is one time that it is about you. sending ears to listen, a heart to be open for you and a big hug.
Thank you Sandra!
You have drawn attention to one of the many cruel off-shoots of grief – the well-wishers who don’t understand and who offer unasked for advice, or offer platitudes, who think you should skip blithely over the quagmire of grief instead of struggling through it. Thank you, Tersia, for sharing this, and for the links. You are wonderful.
Thank you dear Julie for your continued kindness and support!
Tersia you have the right to all the time in the world that you need and to all your feelings.
Your feelings are valid, and no-one else can walk in your shoes and know what you are feeling.
Know that by listening to yourself and being kind to yourself you are doing the best you can.
Love and peace to you.
Thank you dear Valerie
, I am humbled but mostly grateful that my post was something that was a useful tool for what you are going thru. My purpose for blogging is to keep from completely climbing in to the well with no wishes to climb out. I have watched you with your blogs and cannot fathom what you are feeling or going thru and my heart breaks for you. My post was the easiest way to help people to understand what people like us may be going thru and how they can help when they chose to, and that is by just understanding that our path is going to be the one less traveled.
This is because There are no rules, There are no limits to time! Do what you are doing and know you are doing the very best that you can do at that moment. I have found every small accomplishment whether its getting out of bed and making it, is huge. I am in your corner…..
<3 Miss Morgan's Mom
I battled to get out of bed – again – this morning. If I did not have the boys I would curl up and die. Hugs to you!!
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