stages of grief -- checkoroony
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Stages of Grief – Checkoroony By Valerie Willman
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Elizabeth Kuebler-Ross broke new ground when she shared the five stages
of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. Most people I’ve
talked to believed these stages were linear – one happened after another, though
this is not the way Kuebler-Ross herself said it would work.
And to top it off, if those crappy stages weren’t enough, there are more.
More that she didn’t talk about. Like, shock and guilt.
Despite the non-linear approach Kuebler-Ross intended, I still saw the
stages as a checklist of sorts. It didn’t matter in what order they happened for me,
I was just ready to start crossing them off my list. The faster I could do that, the
faster I’d feel better. And that was something I desperately wanted to be in
control of. I was in control of nothing else, so this would be my thing. This I
would rule over. And I was ready to get down to work.
So, denial. Ok, that happened briefly for me when the troopers came to the
house. My first words were: Are you kidding? But that only lasted a few moments
really.
This is great. I cross the first one off my list.
Shock, I think, lasted about three or four months. It took awhile to come
up for air and to settle into some semblance of a routine.Check. (But remember,
this wasn’t one of the original five stages. This one was thrown in for free.)
I never did bargaining. I don’t have much to say about that. I do know
what it is though, and I watched out for it, but it didn’t make any recognizable
appearance. For all intents and purposes – check.
Sadness. (Or it’s alter-ego, depression.) Sadness permeates everything for
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years. Sorry to be so crass and blatant, but there it is. It isn’t the sadness of
sobbing and heartsickness. That took me around a year or so to pass through. But
good days bled through them all. So in the midst of the pain, joy would show up,
too.
But the sadness that lasts for years is more elegant. It shadows your
thoughts and activities like the dappled sunshine that survives through a canopy
of trees above a summer deck. Soft, nostalgic. Tender, even.
The anger was tricky and I’ll tell you why in a little bit. First, I gave myself
a freebie. Before I even started crossing them off, I checked off anger. I wouldn’t
do that. I’d never been raised with anger displayed in obvious ways. Good
Christian girls didn’t get angry. They worked things out calmly. Or in my case,
just avoided all confrontation.
Growing up, my parents never displayed anger. Sure, there were
disappointments and disagreements – maybe even disgust sometimes – but
never raised voices. Never slamming doors (except among outraged siblings once
in awhile), and never ever ever any physical anger, hitting or throwing plates
against the walls or at each other.
I wasn’t mad at Rob for dying. I was sad he died. I was lonely because he
died. I didn’t blame him for dying. He fell asleep. It was an accident.
Irritatingly enough, denial resurfaced for a small time. No one asked any
of us to identify the body like they do in the movies. No one asked if Rob had any
distinguishing marks on his body, like the blue triangle and eye of Ra on his left
shoulder blade. Wouldn’t they automatically ask that of everyone? What about
the long scar down his belly from the surgery he had when he was four hours old?
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Wouldn’t they want to make sure they had the right guy before putting his death
notice in the paper? So maybe he didn’t really die. Maybe it was someone else.
But then Fernanda and Lena went to see the body at the funeral home
before the wake. So that ended the denial bit. Again. The shitty part was: I did the
work again, but I didn’t get to check it off the list again.
And then I wondered about the way he died. The troopers said he fell
asleep while driving. But that sounded so unlike him. He’d pull over to the side of
the road to sleep, even with the threat of a commanding officer at formation
bearing down on him. So why wouldn’t he have done that on that night? Maybe
he didn’t fall asleep, maybe he had an aneurism, I speculated. But the autopsy
didn’t show one.
Guilt is another bonus grief stage. Most of my guilt stemmed from not
making him stay home and sleep. He could’ve gotten up after a few hours of rest
and made it to formation by six that morning. And I asked him to stay, but he
said, “No.” And that was that.
I knew I really couldn’t make him do anything. He was an adult who made
up his own mind. I left it there; no more dwelling.
And acceptance. Well that was dumb. Of course I accepted his death. He
was gone, wasn’t he? It was almost an insult to my intelligence. Fucking check.
So, I’m done right? Checkoroony.
Yeah. Right.
Remember that anger I was telling you about? Well, four years later after I
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was “done” grieving it showed up. Surprise!
I was angry at Rob for dying. I was angry at him for working a 24 hour
shift and not having any sleep. I was angry at his National Guard unit for
proposing the 24 hour work shift. I was angry that I wasn’t going to have any
more of his children. I was angry that we never got to go to France and Germany
together. I was angry that he wouldn’t be there for the kids to do daddy things
with. And I was angry that he was gone and I might never have the same intense
love that he showered on me from anyone else.
Whew.
The most important thing to remember after that, for me, was that it was
ok to feel this anger . It was normal and right and safe, and I wasn’t a bad person
for feeling it.
Double whew.
Somewhere in those four years I was at a certification training for
bereavement facilitation led by Alan Wolfelt, PhD. He spoke several times during
that week and I learned something that has given me peace ever since. And now I
give it to you.
Grief is cyclical. You can check off whatever stages you want, but you’ll
most likely revisit them. And that’s normal. You aren’t delayed, or dwelling on the
death. This is supposed to happen. Not forever mind you. And it’s not eternally
on your mind, or anything. Maybe six months – or four years -- will go by and
you’ll feel this overwhelming anger or sadness and wonder what’s wrong with
you. Nothing. Grief is cyclical. It’s not a tidy inked line on the paper, it’s a big ball
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of yarn that’s been tangled up by the new puppy.
Something else I learned from Dr. Wolfelt helped me feel much less crazy
in those first few years. He described something called “grief bursts.” Boy, was I
relieved when I knew what these were. I’d had one and thought I was delusional.
I was driving to the mountains with my roommate, Susan, for a day of
snowshoeing. We were listening to an India Arie cd in my rig and the song
“Beautiful” came on. In the middle of it I burst into tears. I hadno idea why. It
was actually fairly terrifying. I had no trigger: we hadn’t heard the song together
before he died, Susan and I hadn’t been talking about him, it wasn’t a random
anniversary of ours or his. Nothing to warn me. Just an overwhelming sense of
him, and my sadness that he wasn’t there.
Susan and I dissected the possible causes for the outburst for a long time.
The most plausible to me was that I was wearing Rob’s flannel coat and there
must have been some residual smell of him in the fibers and the heater warmed it
up enough to smell them. His smell being enough to trigger the tears.
But the truth is, it doesn’t matter. There doesn’t need to be a reason. In
fact that’s pretty much the definition of a grief burst. You randomly burst out
with emotion related to your grief for no apparent reason. It’s just there
suddenly and then fades just as quickly. Done.
But it certainly creeped me out when I experienced it. Not to mention I
was again discouraged that I wasn’t yet “over” this irritating grief. So, to learn
that grief bursts were normal was a huge relief and had solidified for me that the
stages of grief weren’t tasks that need to be checked off.
Grief lingers, but not in an irritating-younger-sibling-tagging-along way,
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or a flu that linger on and on and on. It’s a sweet grief. Like the favorite special
sweater of his you saved and bring out every year for Samhain*.
*Sambain is celebrated as the Celtic New Year. It’s more commonly referred to as
Halloween, or the eve of the Day of the Dead. Our family celebrates this holiday
with an altar decorated with things our ancestors, friends or close family
members who’ve died once owned, or liked. A camera, pencil sharpener, dog tags,
a watch, or an empty carton of cigarettes. Camels. (And we sometimes wear
clothes that once belonged to them, as well.)