| DO allow them to express as much grief as they are able and are willing to share with you. DO allow them to express as much unhappiness as they are feeling and willing to share with you.
DO allow them to talk about their loss as much and as often as they want to. DO be available to listen, to run errands, to help with the other children, or whatever else seems needed at the time. DO treat the parents equally. Fathers need as much support as mothers. DO accept their moods whatever they may be, you are not there to judge. Be sensitive to shifting moods. DO encourage them to be patient with themselves and not to expect too much of themselves. DO encourage them to not impose any “shoulds” or “I should be” on themselves. DO give special attention to the surviving siblings in the months to come (they are often in need of attention which their parents may not be able to give). DO offer to take surviving siblings to school, birthday parties, and extra-curricular programs. DO let your genuine concern and caring show. DO offer to be a friend. DO recognize that grieving has no time limit and varies from individual to individual both in the way they express their grief and the time required to stabilize. DO talk about your memories of the child and the special qualities that made the child endearing. DO acknowledge the loss through visits, phone calls, sympathy cards, and donations to a charity meaningful to the family. DO appreciate that your bereaved relative or friend doesn’t always return phone calls right away. DO remember that when you phone, even if it is to only leave a message, the bereaved feel comforted by your efforts. DO extend invitations to the family. But understand if they decline or change their minds at the last minute. DO tell the bereaved family how much you care. DO remember it is usually the simple little things you say or do that mean so much. DO continue to support bereaved parents well beyond the acute mourning period, even if it means years. DO be sensitive that being in the presence of other children of similar age to the child they lost may make the bereaved parent uncomfortable. DO give the bereaved time to resume the activities they participated in before their loss. DO learn how to give good hugs. The bereaved need every heartfelt hug they can get. DO expect your relationship with the bereaved to change. When you are bereaved, every relationship is affected in one way or another. DO talk to your children about the loss.
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DON’T avoid mentioning their loss or the child’s name out of fear of reminding them of their pain (they haven’t forgotten it!). DON’T change the subject when they mention their child.
DON’T tell the bereaved parents what they should feel or do. DON’T have expectations for what bereaved parents should or should not be doing at different times in their grief. DON’T avoid the bereaved parents because you are uncomfortable (being avoided by friends adds pain to an already painful experience.) DON’T make any comments which in any way suggest that their loss was their fault. DON’T say “you can always have another child.” DON’T point out that at least they have their other children (children are not interchangeable; they can not replace each other). DON’T say “Your loved one is waiting for you over there,” “God wanted him,” “It was God’s will,” or “God knows best.” DON’T say “you should be coping or feeling better by now” or anything else which may seem judgmental about their progress in grieving. DON’T say that you know how they feel (unless you’ve experienced their loss yourself you probably don’t know how they feel). DON’T tell them not to cry. It hurts us to see them cry and makes us sad. But, by telling them not to cry, we are trying to take their grief away. DON’T try to find something positive (e.g. a moral lesson, closer family ties, etc.) about the loss. DON’T say, “If you need anything call me” because the bereaved don’t always know how to call and ask for your support. DON’T force bereaved people to talk about their loss. They will engage you when the time is right. DON’T expect grieving parents to be strong and don’t compliment them if they seem to be strong. DON’T assume that when a grieving parent is laughing, they are over anything or grieving any less. DON’T wait until you know the perfect thing to say. Just say whatever is in your heart or say nothing at all. Sometimes just being there is comfort enough.
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Author: sheriroaf
May
When they first told me my due date with Benny, I was terrified that he would be born on the day that my mom died those 15 years earlier. His due date was May 18th and my mom died on May 25th. It just all seemed so wrong.
As luck would have it, he was born on May 17, exactly 1 day before his due date, just like his sister. The question is, how do I navigate May now? With all of these awful reminders about the people that I love that are gone? Over the last few years I have finally made it through May in ok spirits, what the hell do I do now? I feel as if I’m navigating through a minefield.
As luck would have it too, several family and friends celebrate birthdays in May. What do I have left to celebrate? Everything that has been taken from me?
6 Months ‘AA’
I don’t know what to say. I’m unsure how we’ve made it this far, keeping busy I suppose. I still cannot wrap my head around any of it and it’s been 6 months. I mean, I was there, he was in my arms and I still cannot believe that it has happened.
I’m not sure if it’s better or worse having Darcy around. She’s been having such a tough time since February, we’ve been so focused on her. Kinda puts our grief on the back burner. I wish I could just give into it, but I can’t because she needs me so much. The most independent little girl needs me. I’m not sure if it scares me or makes me feel better.
We buried Benny on the 8th, just Parker and I. It was exactly 6 months since the accident and he was born on a Thursday, it seemed fitting. I think we were worse off leading up to it. I felt very at peace when we did it, he has his little headstone or ‘Benny statue’ as Darcy calls it. It says ‘Captain Crazy.’ It’s weird to see his name, to actually put his remains in the ground, but we did it. He had his ‘bop’ (his paci), his tick tick from Mike and a little car. We sat on the running board of the Packard (of course Benny’s last ride was in style) and talked. We talked about Benny, about his memorial on his birthday, and we talked to him. We said good-bye. It made it real for me, which has been hard. I don’t want to visit my son in a cemetery. It’s all just so unfair.
We brought Darcy there for Mother’s day. She did good, liked the idea of decorating for Benny, bringing him flowers and toys. We brought him a truck and a ball. There was a mason jar there with Daisies and sunflowers. I’m not sure if they were for Benny or his neighbor, but regardless it was fitting. Another sign, but this time from my Mom, Benny and of course Mason. Darcy wanted me to read to her the names of all Benny’s neighbors, or new ‘heaven friends’. It kills me that a 5 year old has to even know about a baby cemetery. Again, so unfair.
I barely survived my first Mother’s Day. It’s already a tough day because mom is gone, but now Benny too. How much can one person take? When Darcy was born I was finally beginning to enjoy it again, but then started to miss mom unbearably. I feel like so much had already been taken from me, why Benny too? I don’t get it.
A switch flipped today. I finally started crying again, really giving in. It’s all too real and the numbness seems to be wearing off. I cannot believe that he will would be 2 on Saturday. He only had one birthday to celebrate. It’s so unbearable to think about. I want him back, I want to be planning his second birthday instead of a Memorial. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
Tomorrow
Tomorrow we bury Benny. It’s been 6 months since we said good-bye and I’m still not ready for this. This act makes it real, forces me to face reality and really deal with the fact that the accident did happen. It just doesn’t seem right.
It will just be Parker and I. Darcy is too young to grasp the concept of cremation. It will just be us to say good-bye, as it was just us to say hello when he was first born.
I didn’t think it was possible to hurt anymore. I didn’t think it was possible to cry anymore. I want him back. I want to hold his hand in mine and walk along the wall at Darcy’s school. I want to see him in my rearview mirror while driving. I want to hold him close and read books at night. I want to run my fingers through his curls and kiss his hair. I want to rough house with him and hear that laugh, see that mischievous smile. I want him back.
Lemonade
I went out on Saturday night and had fun, real fun. I really laughed, I drank, I danced, I actually enjoyed myself. It was the first time in 6 months where I actually felt a shred of happiness.
Sure, from the outside it seems like I’m ok, that I’m holding it together. I’m numb, I’m busy, I’m putting this whole thing off. I don’t want to feel this awfulness, this empty sick feeling, so I pretend like it’s all ok. I think I do it so that maybe I will convince myself that it is true. I just keep making lemonade and I have to be honest, I’m sick of fucking lemonade!!
My friend lost her cousin tonight. Her cousin has twin baby girls that she spent such a small time of her life being able to love. I actually wrote to her that ‘no one should ever lose their mother or their child.’ Then I read what I wrote and realized I was talking about myself. I am only 34 and I have already lost two of the most important people in my life. This wasn’t supposed to happen again to me, I already had my tragic story. It all just seems so unfair and futile.
Forever Young
“Forever Young” – Bob Dylan
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
Rock
I was out walking with my neighbor today and we were talking about mine and Parker’s relationship. She said to me that if anyone can pull through this, that Parker and I can. Our therapist said we were both in a similar family situation, that has forced us to become the people that we are today, and that we are not the type that fall apart in a crisis.
I knew that when I married Parker that I was getting an independent, motivated man that loved me unconditionally and would do anything for me. I never expected that we would be dealt the hand we got, I guess no one ever expects to loose their child. The statistics on divorce after child loss are extremely high. I get it, no two people grieve the same way. Some fall apart, some can hold it together, some just can’t deal with their spouses strength/weakness.
That first night, I saw the look on Parker’s face as reality began to set in, I will tell you I was terrified. I thought that I had lost my Parker too. I was thinking to myself that once again I would have to pick up the pieces of my family’s life and move us forward, alone. That didn’t happen though. I have not been alone one minute in my grief, Parker has stood beside me. He has loved me on the days when I wanted to lie around and do nothing and on the days when I’m neurotic and want to tackle everything in sight. My marriage has never been stronger and we have never been closer.
I took a lot of things for granted before the accident. I was a hard worker at DPM, a good mother at home, but there never seemed much time left for Parker. We were always busy, taken along by the demands of everyday life and the kids needs. Yet when I needed him he didn’t fall apart, he became my rock, which I am so unaccustomed to having in my life. Parker took over and took care of me. I don’t like to be out of control, but it felt good to not have to be on top of everything for once.
I’m one of the lucky ones. I think deep down I always knew it, but I have a good, solid, loving husband in mine and Darcy’s life. Could I have survived this without Parker? Perhaps, I’m a survivor, not a victim. I know that I wouldn’t feel this ok though. I wouldn’t be able to smile and love with my whole self if it wasn’t for that man. I’ve spent my whole life trying to survive and he came along and saved me. Thank you babe.
5 Months ‘AA’
How has it been 5 months? It feels as if time has stopped for us, yet I see the seasons progressing. How have other people gone on with their lives, grown older? It just doesn’t make sense.
I look at Parker and wonder how we got here. How on earth have we survived 5 months without Benny? Where do we go from here? So many questions and never any answers.
We’re going to bury him in a month, just Parker and me. I don’t know how I’m going to survive that day. It makes it real, like this actually did happen to us. It’s easy to go about every day just avoiding it. Much easier than actually dealing with it.
I try so hard to keep it together. I’m so scared to let go, to really feel all of it, I feel as if it will swallow me up. It kills me to answer Darcy’s questions. How do you explain to your child that you weren’t able to save their brother? You spend a lifetime telling them you love them and you won’t let anything happen to them. A lifetime of kissing boo boos and saying it will all be ok. At the end of the day I failed. I couldn’t save him. My own child died in my arms and there wasn’t a fucking thing that I could do to change that. How do I explain that to Darcy?
What I would give for a do over. I would love to just click ‘undo’ and have the chance to fix this. Fix my broken life, my broken heart. I feel as if everything has gotten small, my life has gotten small. I drive, but I don’t drive far, especially not alone. I don’t enjoy being outside, it’s almost an agoraphobic feeling. I have no interest in the warmer weather, could care less. I would be happy in 10′ of snow right now, it would cover it all up, cover up where the accident happened so I wouldn’t have to look at it everyday.
I want to fix Darcy’s broken heart. I want this to have never touched her. I want to hear her and Benny tearing around the house, their shrieks and laughter making it hard to think. God I miss it. He brought so much joy and craziness into our lives. I miss the chaos. I miss Darcy’s happiness. It has been the hardest thing to watch grief through her eyes. No child should ever have to go through this.
5 months. Usually the passage of time is a positive thing. Not here, not now. Every day that passes is another day longer that I haven’t seen his smile, or heard his laughter. Every day that passes I lose another part of my little guy. God this sucks.
So Damn Lucky
“Everything’s different
My head in the clouds
I hit this corner
With my foot on the gas
I started sliding, I lose it
Everything’s different just like that
Oh my God, wait and see
What will soon become of me?
Frozen heart
Screaming wheels
Does that screaming come from me?
So damn lucky, when you went on ahead
You say, you say
I see you later
I heard what you said a few minutes later
I’m sliding
Everything’s different, again
Oh my God, wait and see
What will soon become of me?
This frozen heart
Screaming wheels
But does that screaming come from me?
I’m dizzy from all this spinning
Now I’m thinking that you did all you could
When you said my love
Take it slowly
Ok, is what I said
Oh my God, wait and see
What will soon become of me?
Frozen heart
Screaming wheels
But does that screaming come from me?
Take me back, just before I was spinning
Take me back, just before I got dizzy
Take me back, amazing what a minute can do
Just like you
So, so, so, so, up, around, around, around
Amazing what a minute can do
Around, around, around
Ok”
-DMB
Ironic title to the song considering the lyrics. Just seemed appropriate given the situation. Amazing what a minute can do…
Why?
This is a question that I will never stop asking. Why Benny? Why us? Haven’t I suffered enough? Didn’t I lose enough when my mom died? Why does Darcy have to go through this at such a young age? Why did this happen?
It is so frustrating. I am so angry and bitter and cannot help it. How is any of this fair?? I rarely ask these questions, but I’m in a mood tonight, so why?
He was so smart, god was he smart. I can’t even imagine what he would be up to today, what milestones he would be breezing through. He’d probably be potty trained, because he was already going on the toilet at 15 months old. His vocabulary would be unreal and he would be giving Darcy a run for her money.
I miss the laughter and the chaos. I miss Darcy as she would laugh hysterically over something ridiculous that Benny had done. I haven’t heard her laugh like that in so long. I miss trying to shower the two of them, it was like greased pigs. Benny loved spraying the shower nozzle in his face and laughing. He and Darcy were such a perfect match. I know that they were young yet, but they rarely fought, it was mostly Benny doing something crazy and Darcy laughing at him. I miss that so much!
I miss him grabbing his blanky and paci and bringing me a book to cuddle in the chair at night. For all his craziness, he was so happy to just curl up and snuggle before bed. He would smell of diapers and soap. I miss his beautiful blonde ringlets that would curl up after his shower at night. I miss bedtime.
I miss the chaos in our room in the morning. The two of them dragging toys and books all into our room. The damn cat piano that Benny would press over and over and bee bop to. We would lay in bed and do the wheels on the bus and itsy bitsy. It was such a joyful way to wake up in the morning.
Why is this all gone? What did we do to deserve this new life? Why did we lose Benny?

