Letting Ourselves Grieve

Grief.

We have all experienced the downs that inevitably come with life. Death, loss… My heart is full as I have pondered this topic. The truth is, I can spout positive words all day long on my blog, but none of it will make a difference unless we address grief. Grief is felt when we have experienced loss of a loved one, or experienced some sort of tragedy in our life. We grieve over what was lost and the future that could have been.

Sadness, despair, pain, anguish, hopelessness, desperation, distress, unhappiness, sorrow, anger, guilt, numbness, despondence. There are so many words to describe our feelings and emotions that emerge while we grieve… and yet these descriptions never seem adequate. Soul tormenting grief rips at us from the inside out, breaks our very being, and threatens to drag us under. It can feel like we are drowning on dry ground and are unable to find a helping hand. Sometimes we don’t want to find a helping hand.

Like all of you, I have stared grief in the face many times through out my life. In When Foundations Fail, I mention losing my house in a landslide and my parents divorce when I was a teenager. In my adult years I have continued to lose much. Including my precious Emily Elizabeth, my daughter who was born at twenty-one weeks gestation and died in my arms, after living a miraculous nine minutes. Does this make me an expert on grief? Absolutely not. Grief is something I am familiar with and yet I feel completely inadequate even writing about.

In the midst of hardship I don’t need to tell you it will be okay.

I don’t need to tell you it will heal with time.

I don’t need to tell you to count your blessings.

I don’t need to tell to you seek solace in loved ones.

All of these things have their place in the grief process, it is true. Turn to those things when you are ready, but first stop trying to ignore and brush off what you are feeling. It is okay to FEEL! Let those emotions take over, experience them. You are completely validated in feeling the way you do! Be sad, cry, and feel that anguish. Feel angry if you need to! Be angry over what was taken from you and what could have been.

“Grief hurts, but it can be the salve that helps us heal when it is allowed to do it’s work appropriately. The first step in handling grief is to recognize that the pain is a normal part of the process. It needs to be acknowledged, not avoided.”

Steven Eastmond, The Healing Power of Grief

There are many things we grieve throughout life: death, loss of a job, loss of a friendship or relationship, worldwide pandemics, natural disasters, loss of health, and other life changes or tragedies that hit close to home or far away. We must remember not to compare our adversities or trials to those of another.

If you are struggling over something that seems like it should be so simple to handle, stop being so hard on yourself! So many times I have heard someone say “well yeah, but my problems no way compare to those of my neighbors.” Comparing trials may give us perspective and help us feel better knowing it could be worse, but it doesn’t take away the fact that we are struggling now and need to grieve.

If we don’t address our emotions in these situations, they could end up prolonging the healing process. Like a shaken soda bottle, they can bubble up later because we held them in for so long.

What does the grieving process look like?

There is no simple answer to this question. I could go back to my nursing school days and tell you the textbook answer of grief has five basic stages, based off the Kubler-Ross grief cycle:

  • Denial- Avoiding
  • Anger- Pent up and avoided emotions explode
  • Bargaining- With God, others, or oneself, desperately attempting to find a solution
  • Depression- Reality sinks in, along with the finality of it
  • Acceptance- The upward turn, finding a way to move forward

This can give us a basic idea of grief, but humanity is much more complicated with infinite emotions we can cram into this cycle. These stages can happen in any order, and some people don’t experience all of the stages.

What can we learn from this? We need to be patient with ourselves! When something horrible happens to us, no matter how big or small, we can’t expect to feel fine and dandy right away. There is no set time for how long the grief process lasts or how long any of these stages can take.

Grief is the emotional, and often physical, response we have when we experience loss… Grief can involve virtually every emotion or can leave us feeling numb and disconnected from the world around us.

Steven Eastmond, The Healing Power of Grief
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Grieving is unique and individual

Two adult siblings who lose a parent, may respond completely differently in the grief process. One may jump to action, busying themselves with tasks and reaching out to friends and family. The other sibling may wall themselves in at home, ignoring calls and messages. Neither way of grieving is incorrect.

A common mistake is to compare our grief to another. We assume we should react differently when we see others, who appear to be “functioning” better than we are. Additionally, just because a person is “functioning” well, doesn’t mean their grief isn’t felt as deeply. Being patient with ourselves and with others, while grieving, can make a tremendous difference when unexpected emotions arise.

As a nurse, I’ve been witness to complete strangers in their grief . I’ve seen sobbing, wailing, lots of anger, detachment, and a whole slew of other responses. Two of the most memorable moments in my career came in the dark hours of a night shift. During each experience, my pediatric patient was sleeping well and I had snuck in to their room, to hook up an IV antibiotic or other medication. My plan was to stay about five minutes, in order to finish my task, and then be on my way. Instead, I’d emerged from each room over an hour later. I had found a grieving parent seeking solace in my presence. With their child asleep, the walls of strength they had constructed for the benefit of their child, had come crashing down. I had no wisdom to give them in those moments, just a listening ear as they expressed their fears.

Having opportunities like these is humbling, and I wish they gave me more answers about the grieving process. Honestly though, the best I can say is to love ourselves and others during those difficult times. Don’t give up. Even through the darkest times, when we can barely breathe, light will come. With an eternal perspective, there is light at the end of the tunnel. We can’t always see it, but it is there.

Have Faith

“The darker the night, the brighter the stars,

The deeper the grief, the closer is God!”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

It is my hope we do not shut out our Heavenly Father during tragedy. I once had a friend tell me in anger, that she no longer wanted Gods help. She had lost her home, career, and filed for bankruptcy. She told me she wanted nothing to do with God anymore and that she would get everything back without God’s help. If we find ourselves on that slippery slope, filled with anger and desperation, we must find a way to kneel and plead with our Heavenly Father instead of shutting him out.

It is possible to move on from tragedy without the Lords help. But how much easier will it be if we use the atonement to ease our burdens? Henry B. Eyring put it so well in this beautiful testimony:

Even when you feel the truth… and kindness of the Lord to deliver you in your trials, it may still test your courage and strength to endure. The Prophet Joseph Smith cried out in agony in a dungeon: “O God, where art thou? And where is the pavilion that covereth thy hiding place?”

The Lord’s reply has helped me and can encourage us all in times of darkness. Here it is: “My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment; And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes.“

I have seen faith and courage come from a testimony that it is true that we are being prepared for eternal life. The Lord will rescue His faithful disciples. And the disciple who accepts a trial as an invitation to grow and therefore qualify for eternal life can find peace in the midst of the struggle.

Henry B. Eyring, Adversity

What an amazing perspective to have during difficult times! We all must endure to the end. Although these trials are “but a small moment”, while we are living them, they feel like so much more. Allowing ourselves to grieve and turn to the Lord, will bring peace and help us find light in the darkness.

Grief isn’t about dealing with our emotions so we can return to our old selves. Grief is like reconstructing a jigsaw puzzle, one painful piece at a time. In some places the pieces that once matched no longer fit together, but we make do. In the end, the puzzle’s image is not the same as it was, but it is still just as unique and important. We emerge from grief changed and different, hopefully stronger. It is our decision to let grief refine and improve us, or leave us cynical and hard heartened. It will leave scars, this is inevitable, but those scars don’t have to keep us from moving forward.

In Isaiah 53:4, it states, “Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows”. The Savoir can help us reconstruct the jigsaw puzzle and fill in the pieces that are completely missing. We can find hope in Him when it appears there is no hope.

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When Foundations Fail

Natural disasters are not subtle. They come sweeping in with an unpredictable fury leaving destruction, devastation, and chaos. That’s what I had always believed. Earthquakes, tidal waves, hurricanes, tornadoes and other natural disasters have always had widespread coverage in the news. I was familiar with these stories so when the hairline cracks appeared in the foundation of my childhood home during the spring when I turned sixteen, I wasn’t worried.

The street I lived on, which bordered a hill had slight changes to it’s original positioning and several of our neighbors had been noticing minor cracks in their foundations and shifting on their land. “The land is probably just settling,” was a phrase I heard several times. Specialists, like the state project geologist came out and surveyed the land. They measured the cracks with special equipment and looked at the five homes on our street who were effected. At first they didn’t say much, so I assumed everything would be fine. 

I was wrong.

Those hair line cracks in the foundation, as subtle and inconspicuous as they appeared to be, started to separate at a rapid rate by late summer. One home after another was being condemned. The experts continued to monitor the land, but they couldn’t figure out what was causing the ground underneath us to shift. When our house was condemned, we were given 24 hours to evacuate.

About a week after we moved, a 10 foot drop separated the front of our foundation from the back of the foundation. The only home I had ever known was gone. 

Here is my 15 minutes of fame! Front page of the newspaper sporting my pretty awesome overalls and carrying our cat, Mitzi out the back door of our home.

Almost two decades later and I can still remember packing up my house in a fit of adrenaline during the day. Into the silent night hours I worked with my parents. Boxes upon boxes left our house of things that you accumulate over a lifetime. We didn’t have much time to sort and since we had no where to go, most things got packed away and sent to a storage shed.

That was the first time I had ever stayed awake for two days straight, but I didn’t even feel tired. It was surreal. I packed fervently which kept my mind busy. I didn’t have time to think or let the emotions of what was happening impact me. The house creaked and groaned around us, as it was literally being ripped apart. I still remember the sound of my dad cutting the bolts that secured the back of the house to the foundation, to give us more time. 

We were going to loose everything. The insurance company claimed the landslide to be, “an act of God” and said it wasn’t covered.

I emptied drawers.

I boxed up closets. 

I cleaned out cabinets. 

I hugged neighbors and childhood friends goodbye. 

I packed up my bedroom. 

I carried Mitzi from our home and hid her in the hotel we lived in for two weeks (what else could we do with a cat who also lost her home?)

I signed my name to a baseboard in my bedroom. 

And I said goodbye to my home.

Our house was small and modest with a little carport and three big windows in the front that looked into my bedroom. From the outside it probably didn’t seem like much, but it wasn’t just a house. It was my home, a place where I could climb into my favorite tree for sanctuary in my backyard. A place that had the best Little Mermaid rock in the world. It had the bedroom I had shared with my sister where we played Malarky and Hu-watch-ee-foo, and did Christmas concerts with our stuffed animals. Sure, we had gotten older and I finally had the room to myself when my sister left for college. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was all I knew and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.

But I had to.  

The back wall of the foundation completely dropped and the front of the foundation stayed in place. See the top of the door opening in the back wall? That’s the door I was walking out of where the newspaper picture was taken.

Disasters in life

Everyone in life has disasters. Some are obvious and come rampaging in and the devastation that happens is very apparent to an outsiders point of view. I had always thought of a landslide this way, where tons of rocks, mud, and water come rushing down a hill crushing and engulfing anything in it’s path. This I learned isn’t always the case. Disasters can also be subtle, but just as devastating. I’m sure we can all relate to the current situation of a worldwide pandemic. This trial started with news stories of a virus in far away countries that ended up creeping it’s way to our very own doorstep.

At sixteen years old, my life had been turned upside down. I started my junior year of high school living in a hotel. The American Red Cross paid for the hotel to help my parents get on their feet and until we found an apartment to rent. 

My parents took this time to evaluate more than just our living situation. After two weeks of living in the hotel they found an apartment, and soon after they told my sister and I they were going to get a divorce. This is when all the emotions I had held at bay swept in. Was it a surprise they wanted a divorce? Absolutely not. My parent’s rocky relationship was a known fact, it was more a matter of when things would end rather than if. Even though I knew it would eventually happen, it didn’t change the finality of it.

The only world I had ever known was literally crumbling in front of me. My home was gone, and my dad wouldn’t be living with us. It was all gone. Any illusion of my former life had been uprooted and destroyed. 

Whether the disasters we face come rampaging in or come at us slowly and unassuming, how do we survive these events without crumbling?

Building Our Foundation

For several years after the landslide one question kept resurfacing in my mind:

How had our families foundation been as faulty as the foundation we built our home on? I’m talking about the personal stuff that went on within the walls of my childhood home.

So I ask you now: how is your foundation? How is the foundation of your family? Is it where you want it to be?

What if I told you that there was a different house on our very same lot that had been deemed unstable and was moved away before my parents built our house? As crazy as that sounds, it is true! The foundation of the old home was ripped from the ground and the land put up for auction. My parents were reassured that as long as they built the house further up on the lot and closer to the road they would not have a problem.

I’ve noticed far too often the heart breaking scene of people shaping their lives with faulty foundations. Foundations that have already been proven that they cannot hold and will collapse. People lost and suffering due to drug addiction, pornography, and other such things are all around us. We all have known someone in these circumstances, whether it be a friend or a loved one. Or perhaps it is you that finds yourself in a place in which you feel lost and desperate. These devices are tools Satan uses to weaken our foundations. Feeling hopeless is exactly what the adversary wants, but it’s a lie.

It is never too late to start strengthening our foundations. It doesn’t matter if you are in a good place now, or in the depths of despair. We only need to start with a prayer. It’s that simple.

Christ loves us and he will come swiftly to our aid and fill any cracks that threaten our foundation.

What hairline cracks are compromising your foundation? Your families foundation? You might notice small ones that have a simple fix. Others might be overwhelming to try to take on any sort of solution right now. But I urge you to start patching one crack at a time, focus on what you can do. The reality is that we can’t do it alone, and that is okay! With faith, our Savoir can patch any foundation that is lacking.

I urge us all to find those hairline cracks in our foundations. They can be so unassuming, barely worth a second thought. The reality, however, is they could end up tearing us apart. Satan knows our weaknesses, he sees where our foundation is failing. We need to prepare for the day when he intends to exploit those weaknesses. With a firm foundation, we cannot fall!

The storms and whirlwinds that plague us may come from choices we have made or from outside forces that are not in our control. In the end though, it doesn’t matter because the answer is the same. Christ.

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And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.

Matthew 7:25

All those years ago I decided not to crumble. I decided to hold my head up and overcome. I had faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. At times I barely felt like I was surviving, while other times I found peace and eventually joy! It is possible to find happiness, no matter how hard the rain is beating us down or what disaster we may face. You may not find it immediately, but don’t give up. This does not mean ignoring your sorrow and pain, (see Letting Ourselves Grieve) but finding hope and the Saviors light in the dark is always possible. He can ease our burdens and lighten the unbearable load we carry… if we let him. We must choose to focus on Christ and not the storm raging around us. When it seems as though our foundation is slipping out beneath us, turn to Christ. He will lift us when we need it the most.

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