Tag: teenager grief

I am at a stage where it feels as if it is impossible to recover from the pain of losing Vic.  I am told that the grief will gradually get better and become less intense as time goes by.

The first few days after Vic died was so intense.  Family and friends cried, and we comforted one another.  The house was busy with people coming and going.  The planning that goes into a funeral and the writing of the eulogy took a lot of time.  My grief was raw and incredibly intense.  My heart physically ached.  I experienced feelings of anxiety, panic, sadness, and helplessness. Yet it is actually a surreal feeling… it felt as if we were removed from the world.  It felt as if I looked in from the outside.  I heard myself speaking and reacting mechanically…Old school friends phoned and I rushed to get through their words of condolences so I could ask them about their lives.  I did not want to discuss Vic’s death.   They must have thought I was crazy.

People said “you are so strong…”

When a loved one dies at home I think it is harder afterwards…There is a “mystique” to the room of death.  The smell of death lingers and the room is littered with medication, blood pressure equipment, thermometers and syringe containers.  Bedpans and vomit-dishes are still in the bathroom…

The planning of Vic’s memorial service actually helped me get through the first days after her death.  Friends and family spend time with us talking and sharing memories about Vic.

Many times, people show their emotions during this time of ritual.   Overwhelmed by Vic’s death we actually did not show emotion right away — even though the loss was very hard.   We stood amongst our friends and family at the reception after the memorial service smiling and talking.  To the world it must have appeared as if we were strong and accepting of Vic’s death. Being among other mourners was a comfort; it sort of reminded us that some things will stay the same.

But the time came when the far-away family left, friends went back to their lives and the steady flow of visitors stopped.  In a way it was a relief.  We were forced to stop and come to terms with the reality of the situation….the pain of the loss and the enormity of our grief.

Within a week we were back at work and school.  People were and still are wary of us – they do not know how to handle our grief.  We quickly learnt that other people are not interested in our grieving process…We stopped talking about Vic’s death…But although we no longer continuously talk about our loss, the grieving process not only continues but intensifies.

It’s natural to continue to have feelings and questions for a while after someone dies. It’s also natural to begin to feel somewhat better. A lot depends on how your loss affects your life. It’s OK to feel grief for days, weeks, or even longer, depending on how close you were to the person who died.  I was told yesterday by someone who truly loved Vic that Vic’s death is only a reality when they are in our home.  When they leave it almost becomes a distant memory….

The loss of a child is different to the loss of a parent.  The boys’ grief is different to my grief…   I will go further and say that the grief of a teen is different to the grief of an adult child who lost his aged parent.

Vic’s death has been a devastating, distressing experience in the life of the boys. Although the boys have spent the majority of their lives in our home their sense of security and stability in the world has been turned upside down. Vic’s death has become the defining event in the boys lives. The boys have begun to define their lives into two categories: “before Mom died” or “after Mom died.”

The boys and I have experienced a sense of relief, ambivalence; guilt and regret after Vic’s passing. The boys have categorically expressed their sense of relief that Vic’s intense suffering and pain is over. I prayed for Vic to die.  This sense of relief has however brought on more guilt!

Jon-Daniel was the first of the boys who had to cope with the realization that Vic would not be around to celebrate rites of passage;  Vic slipped into a coma the day Jon-Daniel received his school’s honours award for academic achievement…..

The boys are battling to cope with Vic’s death.  Their grief is intensifying.

On the 8^th of April they will meet the Hospice Psychologist.  On the 25^th we are flying down to Cape Town for 13 days.  We need a change of scenery.  We need to grieve without being told to “let Vic rest…”

I make a point of telling them that I miss their Mommy too.  They light candles for Vic.  I cry in my pillow.

I know that the boys will eventually move on.  It is the way it is – children bury their parents.  It is normal.  But a parent should never have to bury their child…

For 38 years my beautiful child was the centre of my life.  I lived for her.  Now I merely exist.

I hear her say “Mommy I love you” and I whisper “I love you more than life angel child…”