On Thursday we offered a "longest night" service for those who are grieving during this season. I am including my own story of grief in the hope that some would see that they are not alone. It was a blustery wet night and so attendance was low but I am sure that those who did come were glad they did.
This is
the longest night of the year. It can also be a very sad time for
many reasons. Maybe there will be an empty seat at the Christmas
dinner table or a relationship is broken or finances are such that it
is difficult to keep your head above water. Whatever the reason, some
people do not find joy during this joyous season. Grief is a
difficult emotion any time of the year but it seems to be most
pronounced during the holidays.
I have
had my own times of sadness. Here is my story. When I was eighteen
my mother died. She had been troubled for a very long time. Mom and
dad were recently divorced and mom was receiving treatment for
alcoholism at a treatment center in Mount Pleasant, Iowa. She called
me one day and asked me if I was coming to a picnic the treatment
center had planned. I told her I couldn't and she said it was
alright because she was being released in a few days. I told her I
thought it was wonderful and that I was sure I would see her soon.
I week
later we were putting up hay at the farm. We had just finished with
a load and I was walking up to the house for a drink when I saw the
sheriff's car coming up the lane. The deputy got out and as he was
approaching me he said, “Fred, I have some bad news for you. Your
mom was in a fatal car accident. Can I speak to your dad?” I was
in shock and I thought my dad was going to have a heart attack right
there.
The
reality of mom's death really hit me at the graveside service several
days later. She had been drinking again while driving and I was
angry at her for not controlling her alcoholism. Why didn't she just
stop. At the same time I was so angry I also felt guilty. I thought
maybe I hadn't been a good enough son and if I had given her more
support she might still be alive. I was also just plain sad that
someone I had loved was gone and I would never see her again.
Eleven
years later my older brother died. He too was an alcoholic and he
left behind a twelve year old daughter. I was angry at him too and I
also felt guilty that maybe there was something I should have done to
help him out of the downward spiral he was in. Bill was thirty five.
Over
the years the anger went away because I developed a better
understanding of alcoholism and addiction in general. I remember
having a dream some years after my mother passed. She was standing
off in a distance and we began walking toward each other. No words
were spoken. They weren't necessary. We just hugged and then I woke
up. That night, on some spiritual level, my mother and I were at
peace. I had a similar dream with my brother Bill.
Fourteen
years ago I received a call from my younger brother Bob. He told me
had been told by his employer that they were requiring him to go into
treatment for alcoholism. He said he wasn't really an alcoholic but
it was a matter of either losing his job or going through the
program. I encouraged him to take it seriously and he said he
planned to.
Several
weeks later he called me again and told me he had finished the
program and he realized he had an alcohol problem but he was now in a
good place. A week later he called me again. He was drunk and he
said he had just lost his job of thirty years because he had come to
work with alcohol on his breath. He said he had only had two beers
but I knew better.
By this
time in my life I knew that it wasn't that easy for an alcoholic to
just stop drinking. It was a serious addiction. After speaking to
my wife, I called my brother and told him I would like to invite him
to stay with us in Wyoming. He could stay in our guest bedroom. I
would find him a job and I would go to the local AA meetings with
him. He agreed.
Several
weeks later I was all ready. I had found him a job and he was
scheduled to arrive on the coming Sunday. The Saturday before he was
to arrive, Bob called me from Grand Island, Nebraska. He told me he
would arrive the next morning. He had been drinking and I reminded
him he would not be drinking while he stayed with us. He agreed.
Bob
never made it. He died the next morning in his motel room. He left
behind an eighteen year old daughter. My intervention was too little
too late.
I think
about my mother and my two brothers every day. I think of them
fondly and I wish they were still here. My grief for them has
lightened over the years but it is still there. My dad also passed
away several years ago. He was ninety three and I miss him as well.
My
experience with grief is probably different from yours. Grief can
take many forms. Mine was a mix of anger and sadness and guilt. I
do not believe there is any one thing that I can say to remove grief
from your heart. I do believe that time and reflection and asking
guidance from God will help to heal.
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