20. MOVE TOWARD YOUR GRIEF, NOT AWAY FROM IT 

• Our society teaches us that emotional pain is to be avoided, not embraced, yet it is only in moving toward our grief that we can be healed.

• Of course, it’s also necessary to dose yourself with your grief. Sometimes you will need to distract yourself from the pain. But in general, you should feel that you’re moving toward your grief – toward an understanding and acceptance of it. (HEALING A PARENT’S GRIEVING HEART: 100 PRACTICAL IDEAS AFTER YOUR CHILD DIES; Alan D. Wolfelt, PhD; 2005)

I stopped by the cemetery over the Christmas holidays. Someone had left a little decorated Christmas tree. It was windblown. I straightened it up and smiled. I assume it was left by his dad, or maybe his sister. Someone had also hung a panda ornament from the grave stone. Joseph loved pandas.

I am consciously moving toward my grief, finally. For so long, the trauma of finding him dead, and my guilt as a result, were in the way. I remember that he lived. I am taking time to allow good memories to arise and feel joy in having known him. Yes, he struggled, and I worried about him, but there was so much joy in having had him in my life.

We travelled to Washington, DC, he, his sister and I, to see the baby pandas at the National Zoo when they were kids. I still have the stuffed animals I bought for him there. Recently, my daughter bought supplies for an event at my granddaughter’s high school, and, inexplicably, a toy panda was in the packaging. He finds ways to show us he’s around.

I will be watching something on TV and a memory of him rises up, sometimes, sadly, it’s a scene of someone dying by suicide having used the method he chose. I allow myself the sadness and the tears in remembering. Sitting with them, just with the sadness, not the guilt. Guilt is such a cruel emotion. It can be useful, sure, but sometimes it just wields its blade to cut and hurt. I tell clients, just say, “Hello, Guilt, I see you,” and let it pass. I know how hard that is to do. I will work on giving myself the same grace.

I miss you, Joseph. I wish you would have stayed. Maybe you would have a family now. I would love to see you with your own kids. I think you would have made a wonderful dad. I love you, Son. I will see you again.