Walking My Children Through GriefOctober 15th, 2012 | Posted by in Parenting
When I gave birth to my children, the last thing that crossed through my mind was walking them through grieving a loved one.
As I held each of them for the first time in the hospital, I looked at the epitome of hope, innocence, and joy. I imagined first steps, going to kindergarten, weddings and family vacations.
I never imagined how to help them deal with the death and impending grief associated with losing a family member.
Yet here I stand, just years into their short lives, forced into the reality of helping them deal with the death of their grandfather.
This journey began just weeks ago (June 7 to be exact) when we got the earth-shattering call from my father in law. “I’m in the back of an ambulance; they found a tumor on my brain.”
We had just gotten back from Florida days before and found ourselves in our mini-van making the drive back down South again that very weekend.
I had NO idea what we were walking into. To say this was unexpected would be an understatement. While the kids were confused at the sudden trip, we simply explained that Pappy was sick and we wanted to go down to see him and be with the family.
We went straight to the hospital when we pulled into town, but the kids and I didn’t go up to his room immediately. Instead, I brought plain paper and crayons with me into the lobby and planned to have them draw a card for Pappy. Even though I had a 13-hour drive to contemplate how I would handle this situation with them, I came up with no words to share. Instead, I opted to buy some more time and spare them from the flood of emotions I knew would come out of my husband when he saw his father for the first time since hearing this news.
Fifteen minutes later, with freshly drawn cards in hand, we walked the long hallway to Pappy’s room. The kids walked in hesitantly, but quickly lightened the mood in the room.
But that was the easiest part of the next week.
We learned Pappy had one of the most aggressive forms of brain cancer out there: glioblastoma. A tumor already took residence in a quarter of his brain and was quickly encroaching on his brain stem.
He was given six to eight weeks to live.
The only way he was allowed to leave the hospital was into hospice care. We spent the rest of the following week trying to adapt to this news. Instead of our typical Florida activities like going to Disney World and finding shells on the beach, we spent most of our time in and out of the hospital, learning the ins & outs of hospice care, making very complicated life-altering decisions, comforting family from in- and out-of-town and finally, what was most difficult for me, walking my own children through this process.
At one point while the hospice nurse was visiting, I felt emotions among the family members rising. As I tried to usher my little ones outside, the nurse stopped me and said that they needed to face the inevitable: their grandpa was dying.
“It’s ok for his grandkids to know that he’s dying,” said the hospice nurse. “It’s part of life. It’s not an easy part, but that doesn’t mean you should shield them from the inevitable. Talk with them, involve them in the process and most importantly, let them enjoy him while he’s still here.”
So I sat my two kids down on the bed in front of me that night and started with, “Pappy’s really sick.”
Before I could continue on with my rehearsed speech, my 8-year-old quickly said, “We know; he’s dying.”
I wasn’t quite sure where to go from there. I asked how they knew and they said they had overheard us talking, so we proceeded to talk as candidly as possible without creating fear or unnecessary worry in their little heads.
Ten short weeks after learning his diagnosis and just after his 59th birthday (which he shares with my daughter), Richard Cone Sr. passed from this world.
Even though my children did not see their grandfather again before he died, he stayed extremely present in their minds and daily prayers. While there was obvious grief over his death, they found comfort and excitement that one of their family members got to go dance with Jesus in Heaven.
As parents, we desperately try to protect our children from any hurt, yet we often grossly underestimate their capabilities. By not being honest, I was actually creating more stress and tension in my daughter (who is already quick to internalize pain), instead of opening the door for her to feel free enough to come talk to me at any point about all she was experiencing and how it related to her life.
In an effort to protect our kids, we too often prevent them from letting them discover some of the most important qualities of life.
Have you had to walk your children through grief? How have you handled the journey?
By Sami Cone: You can see Sami as the Frugal Mom on “Talk of the Town”, listen to her savings tips on 94 FM the Fish or find her blogging at SamiCone.com. After years of globe-trotting, she’s proud to call Nashville home with her husband and their two children, Kariss & Britton.