There is nothing I want to see less than my son suffering from losing his father to cancer. Jordon’s cancer was diagnosed March 28, 2014 and six short weeks later he passed away on May 9th, 2014. This was my son’s experience with loss and there is no way to fathom how that feels unless you go through it. Children at this age don’t write too much if they are athletic and boyish and enjoying the outdoors. But what I want to tell you is I am watching this remarkable young man of mine, now who’s 14, grow to be a man. And I want to write out a little of his experience as to help others and so I don’t forget.
One of the most painful days I’ve experienced so far in my life was watching my son wake himself up crying. That’s real grief there. And it ripped my heart out. It is seared into the memory of my mind as one of the lowest days of my life. What I will say is that morning drives me to help him heal and for me to do my utmost for his highest good. And one of the things I do to help him is to get out of his way and let him use his own intuition and inner knowing so he can make his way to what he needs to heal. And just like being a grieving adult, children are all individual and different. And they are human too. And I feel as parents we might be too quick to get them doing things they might not be ready for. Our nature is to jump in and save our children from pain. It’s our job to protect them and keep them safe. But we shouldn’t protect them from their grief. It denies them the existence of what they are authentically feeling. They need to trust themselves enough to decide and naturally gravitate to what they need to heal. My son dove straight into his friends. They were his lifeline in those early days and any deviation caused extreme emotional swings for him. As long as he was physically moving and wanting his friends around he was stable. It wasn’t until much later on that he had any interest in anything or anyone else. It was hard and created damage in other areas of our life, but it allowed him to move through his grief as authentically as possible and allow him to gravitate towards what he needed most to heal. We all make our way. We have to. Any deviation from our authentic healing is to supplicate to another’s need and we can’t help and heal others unless we focus on our own healing first. And thats what I gave to my son~ the latitude and wide parameters to heal himself.
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We have had near the same experience. My husband was diagnosed on mar 13 and died on may9 2009. Left behind were two kids. They were 17 and23 but the ages didn’t matter. They may as well been five. It was very hard and still is. I have given them space and they are fine adults today but that pain and grief will always be there. My.condolescenses to you and your son.
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And to you! Thank you for sharing. It reminds us all that we are not alone!
That was very moving and felt, blessings and rememberence, prayers