Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Some Days Are Just Hard (Part 2)

The presence of that absence is everywhere.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay

For people who have been reading Grief & Gratitude for a while, this post may sound vaguely familiar. Last August, I wrote a post called Some Days Are Just Hard. Recently I was asked to revamp it for the Compassionate Friends National Magazine, and so here it is in its new form. It's twice as long and (I hope) reads less like a blog post and more like an article. For those of you who don't know, Compassionate Friends is a national organization that supports families who have lost a child. I am honored to have my article run in their magazine We Need Not Walk Alone.

I also want to say that although this article deals specifically with my experience of losing a child, I believe its sentiment is applicable to the many different types of losses we experience in a lifetime.  For reasons that are not always apparent, some days are just hard.

So here is the "revamped" Some Days Are Just Hard

Losing a child is indescribably painful. As any bereaved parent will tell you, the death of a child leaves a huge line running through our lives with “before and after” etched forever in our memories. Days that were previously filled with promise and vitality suddenly seem empty and hopeless. Gradually we come to accept that our lives will never return to what they once were and that some days are just hard.

In October 2010, we lost our previously healthy 21-year-old son Matthew to a form of virulent strep. What initially masked itself as a severe case of pneumonia, was in fact a form of strep that attacked his bi-cuspid aortic heart valve, necessitating valve replacement surgery. But when they actually went in, they found the damage was far more extensive than they thought. And while Matthew survived the surgery (mostly due to his youth), he never regained consciousness. He spent the last week of his life in a coma, before he died on October 22.

Before that ill-fated day in October I don’t think I had ever known such sadness and hurt. As anyone who has lost a child will tell you, the pain is simultaneously acute and chronic. It’s so piercing and constant you can hardly breathe; it’s as if a cement block has been permanently placed on your chest. You don’t think it will ever go away. Grieving becomes a way of coping with the tremendous loss that now makes up our lives. And while the jagged edges of my own grief have begun to smooth out a bit, I also know that it will always be with me and forever define my family.

One thing I’ve come to accept over the past two and a half years is that some days are just hard. During the first year, I came to fully expect that every day was hard. Those early days slogged by at a surreal pace. Grief was ever-present and seemed to hold time at bay. As we approached the first anniversary of Matthew's death in 2011, things shifted a bit, time picked up and the acute days of grieving became less frequent, although the chronic grief remains.

Now I notice that there's no anticipating when grief will sneak up and wash over me like a rogue wave. It just happens. It can be a song, a special place, a type of food or just a memory suddenly slides into your subconscious and all you can think about is the tremendous hole that now fills your life. I can be having coffee with a friend and laughing one minute, and find my eyes filling with tears the next. And that’s okay. In fact, it just brings Matthew closer to me for that moment.

I think for bereaved parents our grief lies just below the surface. Even when I'm laughing or absorbed in a conversation, if you were to scratch me just a little bit, my grief would come bubbling up. I've come to view grief not as the enemy, but rather as an emotion that I now can acknowledge and move into. I know eventually she'll go back under and I'll just carry her around with me, hidden from other’s view, but always there.

In the movie Rabbit Hole, there’s a scene between Nicole Kidman (Becca) and her mother Dianne Weist (Nat) that stayed with me long after the closing credits. Becca and Nat are bereaved parents, and while Becca sees their circumstances as completely different (her four-year-old son was killed in an accident, while her brother died of a drug overdose), she and her mother now share the commonality of being bereaved mothers:

Becca: Does it ever go away?

Nat: No, I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't, and that's going on eleven years. It changes, though.

Becca: How?

Nat: I don't know... the weight of it, I guess. At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl out from under and... carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you... you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and - there it is. Oh right, that. Which could be awful - But not all the time. It's kinda... not that you like it exactly, but it's what you have instead of your son, so you don't wanna let go of it either. So you carry it around. And it doesn't go away, which is...

Becca: What?

Nat: Fine... actually.

This exchange sums up for me, how so many of us carry the grief of our beloved children with us. I bring this up to remind people that for those of us who have lost a child, our grief is present, even if you don’t see it. It doesn't go away, even with the passage of time. It doesn't go away even if we seem "better." With time the intense pain subsides, but our grief, like our love, is always there. And that's okay. The beauty of the human spirit is that we have a remarkable ability to continue on, even in the most adverse of conditions. But we will always mourn our children. We don't want them to be forgotten. Ever. Our memories of them are all we have.

Since Matthew died, I’ve learned that you do begin to put your life back together again, bit-by-bit, piece-by-piece. Its form is different, but it is still a life. It continues to have shape and meaning, and part of that new shape is formed by the memory of our loved ones. That memory is present all the time, looking over your shoulder helping you restructure this new construct. Grief is transformational. My grief has changed me in ways I’m only just beginning to understand. I am more mindful of things, big and small, happy and sad. I don’t take anything for granted. I’ve learned to embrace the paradox of unfathomable loss and profound gratitude for living. I continue to feel Matthew’s presence as we all rebuild our lives without his physical body here.

Some days are just hard. Some days grief rises up and reminds me that she’s still there. She reminds me that grieving Matthew will always be a pivotal part of my life.  That’s okay. I also know that I will move through it and feel better soon. I know that life continues on, almost with a renewed sense of purpose. And for that I’m grateful. I’ve come to embrace yet another paradox of life, knowing that our hearts can be both full and broken at the same time.


  1. Oh, Robin...beautifully said. I too have learned to lean into the "waves" when they come. It is a great paradox that my broken open heart provides a place for those I've lost to remain viscerally close.

    So much Love, Margaret

  2. With tears in my eyes, I bow to the wisdom gleaned from grieving and loving.

  3. Thank you for this Robin, what you write is so heartfelt and real and accessible. love to you, Bobbie

  4. As I read this, your post is comforting for who has experienced profound loss. As you know, I had a series of black Octobers, but this past one went by without a new crisis, though the shades of sorrow hung over it just the same. Still, I am beginning to trust that every autumn may bring melancholy, but not new crisis.

  5. I lean into the waves...a lot lately. My black October turned into months. I applaud your post, Robin.

  6. This is such a beautiful article, Robin. Thank you so much. I will keep this in my SAVED email folder to read whenever I need a little hope, a little boost, and a reminder that it's okay to carry grief with me. I will also keep this article to send to friends and family members who have experienced a loss. As you so wisely wrote, its sentiment is applicable to many different types of loss that we experience in a lifetime. Thank you again for your honesty and your compassion.

  7. oh wow. What a great piece. Thanks Robin. xoxo

  8. Thank you everyone for your heartfelt comments on this piece. It reiterates for me the compassion we need to show for each other since we never know when those waves will hit. x,o

  9. "The pain is simultaneously acute and chronic. It’s so piercing and constant you can hardly breathe; it’s as if a cement block has been permanently placed on your chest." I know this feeling. Many, many thanks for giving me words to describe it, Robin. A very helpful post.

  10. Eloquent. I've shared this with family members. Thank you so much.
    Thinking of you on this Mother's Day.

  11. In my case loss means my father, soon twenty-five years ago.
    May 13 was his (97th) birthday. I learned of your blog
    from Parker Palmer on Facebook.

  12. Wonderfully wise words, Robin. I'm glad Compassionate Friends invited you to share this with other bereaved parents. Yes, our hearts can be both full and broken at the same time. You only know this feeling when you've lost so much.

  13. Thank you for sharing your blog with me Robin. It is beautifully written and such a tribute to your son. I wish we could have chatted more today but I'm happy we had a surprise meeting. Be well and hopefully we can get all the writers together again.

  14. Thank you for sharing your blog with me Robin. It is beautifully written and such a tribute to your son. I wish we could have chatted more today but I'm happy we had a surprise meeting. Be well and hopefully we can get all the writers together again.