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How To Help A Grieving Friend

This morning at church, we remembered my friend Debbie’s son, SGT. Nick Turcotte, who was killed in Iraq on December 4th, 2006. He would have been 25 today. Click here to watch his memorial video.

I wrote Debbie a note telling her how much I loved her and how her smile is such an encouragement to me. I told her that when our eyes meet, I feel the bond we share as friends, mothers, women, and fellow travelers on this journey. I felt a kinship with her today that I didn’t feel a year ago. Sure, I know her a little bit better this year, but that’s not it. One of the painful lessons I’ve learned over the past month is that losing a child at any age is a horrible experience. It doesn’t matter if the child is 23 and a grown man, or just barely beginning to resemble a human during the gestation period. It’s a terrible loss.

Debbie’s grief is different than mine. She has held her child in her arms, dreamed about what he would be when he grew up, and wiped his tears away. She has sent him off to his first day of school and his first day of military service. She loved him up close for many years and from far away for the last months of his life. She was so proud of him and who he had become. She misses him and all that he might have been. She mourns her loss of the child she loved so much.

I never held my baby and I’ve only dabbled in thinking about who she/he might have become. I’ll never send them off to school or anywhere else and I mourn that loss. I will never feel pride for their accomplishments or wipe away tears of pain or defeat. I miss all that baby might have been and I mourn the loss of a child I didn’t know about until it was too late. A child I didn’t know I loved until I couldn’t have them.

This morning I wanted to say something comforting to Debbie to let her know she was loved and not alone. I thought about it for awhile and decided to say what I just told you. I don’t know her exact grief or where she is at in that whole process, and even if I did, we all grieve differently. I decided to say what I would want said to me.

People often don’t know what to say and even though most of the time their intentions are good, people say some really dumb things instead of remaining silent and risking the appearance of not caring at all. I’ve been there before too. I have really appreciated the response I received from my emails and my last blog post. I was encouraged by simple words of love and support. One of the best things said to me is that I can take as long as I want to process and grieve and talk through the emotions I’m experiencing. That has meant a lot to me considering how we (and I did say WE) tend to put time limits on how long we let people grieve a loss. We encourage people to mourn then get on with the business of living. Move on. Be productive. Don’t stay in the past. Sounds harsh, huh? It’s true – I’ve been having this conversation with people the past few weeks who have experienced this from people they love. Other people’s mourning makes us uncomfortable. It’s easier for us if they appear to get over it quickly so we don’t have to be uncomfortable anymore.

I’m not ranting here and if this is you (as it has been me) I want to help. So here’s my advice on what to say and do when a friend is grieving.

1. Tell them they are loved and being prayed for. Maybe even pray with them if they are open to it. Don’t be offended if they are not. For some, the grieving process is intensely personal and private.

2. Tell them that they are not alone and that you will be there to listen and be a shoulder to lean on or cry on if they need you.

3. Find something nice to do for them. DO NOT say “Call me if you need anything”. Find something that will help your friend out and just do it. Grieving people are not in the frame of mind to know what they need or to ask for help. Knowing their love language helps a lot at this point. Is it Gifts? A card or personal note, flowers, or some other token might be appreciated. Acts of Service? Making/ordering food in for them so they don’t have to cook for a few days. Quality Time? Make time in your schedule for a coffee date – possibly at their home if they aren’t ready to face the world yet. Physical Touch? Hugs and reassuring positive touch may be what they need. Words of Affirmation? This one is a little tricky. Refer back to #1. Tell them they are loved – maybe even what you love about them. Tell them their feelings are o.k. Here’s the key…remember it’s about THEM, not you.

4. When you fear saying the wrong thing, remember that sometimes silence is golden. Better to say “I’m thinking of you” and leave it at that then to have to spend time removing your foot from your mouth and hoping you didn’t make things harder on your grieving friend.

5. Keep it short and sweet. People who are grieving do not need to spend the extra energy trying to make sure you feel better when they are going through the healing process of losing a loved one. They also don’t need a lecture explaining all of the reasons they need to let go and heal. Be positive for them.

I want to stop short of what you shouldn’t say or do and end this on a positive note. There are a lot of things that fall in the category of Don’ts. If after reading this list you’re still puzzled as to what to say or do, then simply rely on the expertise of the people that work for Hallmark. 🙂

I complied this list based on my own experience and that of my friends who have lost husbands, babies, children, parents, and close friends. If you have any other advice you’d like to share, please join the conversation by leaving a comment. Thank you.

My Journey has led me to the grandest of mountain peaks where the sun glinting off the snowcaps was blindingly beautiful and my heart soared with eagle’s wings of joy. It has also led me through the driest and darkest of valleys where I felt like I would die of thirst if nourishment didn’t somehow get past my crusty and cracked lips. Such is life…and I don’t view it as something to be endured as much as something to be experienced while being fully present through the pain and the joy. I walk with God – or more like He walks with me. He chose me first and when I chose Him back, He promised He’d never leave me. In the past few weeks, I’ve clung to that promise.

I debated for a long time whether or not I would post about my sorrows. I’ve been skimming along the surface for awhile now, avoiding some tough things I’m supposed to discuss here. Blogging what I’m about to share is me taking the deepest breath I can and diving for the depths – partly out of obedience and mostly hoping and praying it will help someone else. If you’re coming along with me, breathe deep friend. I’m not coming back up for air until next week sometime.

I miscarried.

Those two words sent me into a state of shock and I’m still recovering. I think I will be for a long time. Without sharing all the details here, let me share with you why I was/am so shocked. I had a tubal ligation done 4 years ago when Petey was born. That decision was based on discussions with doctors about scar tissue I have from 3 previous c-sections. My babies don’t come out the other way. I felt strongly like I shouldn’t have a 4th c-section. We have always planned on adopting someday, so I was o.k. with not having any more babies.

Three weeks ago I miscarried. I didn’t even know I was pregnant until it happened. I think I was about 10 weeks along. It didn’t require any medical procedures. Though oxygen when I figured out what was happening would have been nice. Shock doesn’t even begin to cover it.

What does this mean? Questions flooded my mind like a geyser had erupted somewhere inside me and shot them straight through my brain stem. Was the tubal a mistake? Did it not work on one side or both? Did it work but my body healed itself during the recovery process after delivery? How did this happen? I know there are no guarantees but this method is one of the most fool-proof forms of sterilization? How could I beat the odds? I’m a statistic! Is God trying to tell me something? Am I supposed to have more children? We talked through that decision for a long time – were we wrong? Is sterilization wrong? Does God care about such things? Am I in danger of this happening again? Do we need to start using birth control again? Do I have another surgery if needed? Should I have exploratory procedures done to show me what happened? Wouldn’t it be nice to have health insurance right now? How do I feel about the possibility of having more children? How does Benny feel about it? What’s my fear here? Do I just wait and see what happens next? Do I tell people and ask for prayer? Who should I share this with? Why do we always think things like this happen to other people and never to us? Do we tell our kids? (We decided they are too young to understand.) How common is this?

The first week I spent in shock and asking questions. I was trying hard to wrap my brain around it. I was pregnant? Really? Then I taught at FACE and a girl in one of my classes wore a small pro-life pin on her shirt. It was baby feet at 10 weeks gestation. I saw that pin and felt like someone simultaneously slapped my face and punched me in the stomach. I faked my way through the rest of the morning, and came home to fall apart. The emotion I felt guilty for not having the week before came on hard and fast in tidal wave fashion. And here I sit two weeks later still processing and crying at the oddest times. I’m sure my hormones are still not back to normal, but I’m a crier anyway. Most of the time, I can talk about it without crying. Today has been hard though.

Yesterday I received an email from a college friend whom I’d not yet told about what I’d been going through. She was distraught because she miscarried this week. She had just found out last week that she was pregnant (5 weeks) and she was deliriously happy. This week she is depressed and healing and reaching out for support. I love this woman and I want to encourage her but I’m struggling with the how of it all. We all deal with loss in different ways. She knew about the baby before it was gone. I didn’t know about mine. It took me a week just to acknowledge that it was a BABY. Then came another shock. I had sent out an email to several friends telling them what I’m going through so they could pray for me as I process and grieve, and MORE THAN HALF of the women who emailed me back had miscarried and I didn’t even know. A few of the men had experienced the loss from a husband’s point of view. I hadn’t given much thought about it being a subject that isn’t discussed. I had no idea how common it was – even among my friends.

WHY??? Why didn’t I know? Why isn’t this shared? Why do people suffer alone and not surround themselves with a supportive community to help them cope? Am I strange to be so open in talking frankly about it? Is that just MY way of coping? I would have taken every opportunity to encourage and love on a friend going through something like this even when I didn’t have the first clue what it felt like to suffer this loss. I felt alone and didn’t know who to call when I was freaking out…I didn’t know. I did call a local friend who gets me and lets me be blunt, and she was fabulous! She had experienced miscarriage herself and she was of great comfort to me. Maybe I’ll get to be that person for someone else someday. Maybe it will be sooner than I think. I want to minister from in my pain. And that is where I am…in pain. Physically I’m fine. Mentally I’m still processing.

I have more to say, but it will have to wait until next time. I’m spent. I would appreciate your continued prayers that God’s will be done in my life and that I rely on His strength to get me through my valley of the shadow of death. Pray for my friend as well. If you’ve already prayed and/or sent me an email, thank you so much for your support and encouragement. I’ve always said I’m richly blessed when it comes to friends.

A few facts I found on the web:

25-50 % of pregnancies end in miscarriage. Many women miscarry and don’t even know it – they think it’s a heavier than normal period.

Approximately 143 in 10,000 women get pregnant after having a tubal ligation. Most of them miscarry within the first trimester. The odds go up slightly 10 years after a tubal, but this is still one of the most effective (human error free) methods of sterilization.

A website I found helpful: www.pregnancyloss.info

So it begins…

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This is a funny little picture I made for Adam one day when I was bored. Do you get it? It’s “LOST in space.” O.K. Maybe I am a geek, but tonight is the night me, Adam, and all of our fellow LOST fans have been anticipating for months. A 2-hour premiere of LOST – Season 4. At least I’m not alone in my geekiness. I watch very little T.V. so what I do take the time to watch, I thoroughly enjoy. Life has been really rough for me the past few weeks and I could use a little entertainment therapy. I would really appreciate your prayers for myself and my family. I’ll share sometime soon, but for now I’ll just say that life has been kicking my butt. Be patient with me as I struggle to get my blogging groove back. I miss all of the great blogs listed in the sidebar. I haven’t been around to comment for awhile, but I’ll be back. 🙂 Blog On Friends!

Update on Gary

The decision was made to amputate the leg six inches below the knee. That happened on Tuesday afternoon. Several friends have gone to the hospital to see him which he and Rosey have greatly appreciated. Evidently no one knows what to say and Gary has taken to teasing them, asking them why they look so gloom. He says, “I’d rather be short than dead.”

Dr. White, who is also from Buena Vista, was in Denver yesterday to be fitted for his new prosthesis. His lower leg was amputated back in November. He was back to work seeing patients in a week! A week! The body is an amazing machine, isn’t it? And the mind…wow. Gary was really encouraged by Dr. White’s visit.

Benny said when he was praying over Gary and Rosey, he didn’t get the sense that this was the tragedy that we thought it might be. Their faith is strong and so is their community of family and friends.

Dear God, thank you for protecting Gary’s life and for the quick actions of all who helped him through the accident. Please bless Gary and Rosey with peace and comfort and heal his leg quickly. God, you love Gary more than anyone else and I trust him to your care. Thank you for his positive attitude and please help him hang onto it on the really hard days. Let it be an encouragement to all he encounters as a testament to the incredible human spirit you gave us. You are amazing God! In the mighty name of Jesus, Amen.

Confession time. I signed up for this blog tour to promote one of my favorite chick lit authors and then life got all crazy on me. I’ve been beating myself up for not finishing the book before my assigned date on the tour and…I didn’t quite make it. But, I WILL finish it and I can still promote Susan May Warren’s books because I LOVE them. I haven’t read one yet that didn’t have me laughing loudly in public, still and silent-quickly turning the suspenseful pages, nodding my head in sympathy, or pondering the deeper truths learned by her characters and eloquently passed on to me through the pages in my hands. Susan is an amazing author and one funny woman.

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Chill Out, Josey! is the sequel to Everything’s Coming Up Josey. You have to read both – they are hilarious and lighthearted, yet are filled with characters and life situations you can relate to. That’s what I love about good chick-lit and mom-lit, and Susan is a master at both. It took me less than 2 pages to laugh when reading each of these books.

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It’s just a year. One year in Russia. Russia? But this Minnesota girl knows all about cold and she’s ready for her big adventure serving God in Moscow. But is Moscow ready for her? And what about the man she left behind? It’s not just about shoes and looking good in a shopka. Really.

Read the first chapter: http://www.susanmaywarren.com/c1_everythingsComingUpJosey.html

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Russia? Not again. Josey’s finally living the good life – she’s got the man, the (almost-perfect) wedding, the two-story Cape-Cod house of her dreams. That is until her man drags her back to Moscow! Josey knows she has the guts to follow her own dreams across the world, but she’s not so sure she can play the perfect wife while her husband chases after his. Josey’s set on having the perfect life…even in a world without hot water, decent take-out and size-two leather fashion. But can she find the courage to tell her man the secret that will change their lives forever?

Read the first chapter: http://www.susanmaywarren.com/c1_chillOutJosey.html

Here’s what the author had to say about these two books:

“Why don’t you write your life story?” During my eight years as a missionary in Russia, friends from all over the world, in response to my letters, would pose that question. I’d shrug, saying….I’m not sure how to do it.

Fast forward three years. Chick lit is beginning to hit the shelves. An insightful editor at Steeple Hill challenged me to try my hand at this new genre. I thought –what would I have to write about– missionary stories?

Thankfully, she had vision, and when I proposed an idea about a single missionary headed to Moscow for a year, she embraced it. Finally I’d found a venue for my story…although fictionalized…mostly.

I laugh that finally, I got to write about all the fallacies, all the frustrations, and all the foolishness of being a freshman missionary. Mostly, I got to write about the one thing that God taught me – that He’d been at work in my life to bring me to this place, and the places beyond, all my life. And that I didn’t have to be perfect. I just had to surrender and trust.

Just like Josey.

And in Chill Out, Josey!, I let the adventure continue with more of my hilarious (at least I think so!) adventures as a pregnant woman navigating the bus, the subway and most of all LIFE in Russia. I hope you’ll laugh (and cry!) with me/Josey as she tries to figure out just how to stop worrying about life…and just learning how to CHILL OUT, JOSEY!

Here’s the really fun part. Susan is holding a contest for all readers who join her on this tour. (If you just read this post, you’re eligible.  If you’re a guy and still reading this, kudos…and win this for your wife by sharing one of her stories.  You may want to get permission first. lol) To enter, fill out the contest entry form with your funniest/craziest/most embarrassing PREGNANCY STORY and hit submit. You will be entered to win a Super Fabulous, Ultra Deluxe Chill Out, Mom SPA BASKET! and subscribed to Susan’s private newsletter mailing list! This is also where you’ll find several links to other writer/reader friends who are blogging about Josey this month.

 

More links to Susan’s world:

Susan’s website: www.susanmaywarren.com

Susan’s blog: http://susanmaywarren.typepad.com/scribbles/

Susan’s other books: http://www.susanmaywarren.com/novels.html

Did I mention that I’ve met her and she encouraged my socks off? I’m happy to point you in her direction!