After passing the first angel anniversary of my son, my sister commented that his father, sister, and I survived the first year of significant milestones. There was a silent imply that things should get better as the worst of the grief process is over. The holidays are approaching again. It will be the second year without my son, and it is not any easier. The longing, loneliness, and sadness are greater than year one. Everything I have read and felt thus far in year two is much worse than year one.
Of course the first year I was in shock; my brain was consumed with grief. Outwardly I appeared to be functioning, but that was a coverup. Inwardly, I was going through the motions of living, but not really living. Assisted sleep was my refuge. I lived in a daze of “firsts without my son.” I was consumed with understanding why he chose to leave us. I plead with him, or whomever who has control, “Enough already, you can come back now. I am sorry for everything.”
During the second year, I realize he is never coming back, and this is how life is going to be: without him. Life is gone in an instant, and death is final. There are no second chances. Our intimate family of four is now three. He was the funny one, adventurous, and got us out of our shells and routines. After his death, our lives have stopped, but everyone else’s has moved on. The extended family has happy life events to celebrate, and they have moved on to taking care of their lives’ primary commitments as expected. My son’s friends are more scarce, moving on with their lives too, getting married, having families, starting careers, and seeking adventures. Friends feeling uncomfortable with our sadness are more distant, communicating less frequently. Others who can relate have become closer.
Meanwhile, I have read that the second year is the most difficult for mourners. The shock has worn off, and the pain of grief is on full throttle. It does not get easier until year five, while year three, the fog lifts, and you begin to figure out how to live by bringing your loved one forward with you as you live out your new life (Touched by Suicide, Myers & Fine, 2006).
We have made it through half of the milestones in year two: my son’s second birthday in heaven, summer vacation without him, the NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) fundraising walk in his honor. The second half contains the holidays. Year one holidays were miserable, and our goal was to get through them.
Therefore, this year I am not going to avoid them, but we are going to do things differently. I will keep the traditions important to my daughter and do those rituals that incorporate my son. We are also starting new traditions where we can celebrate and be happy. My daughter is my first priority, and what makes her happy comes first. Thankfully she articulates her opinions, stands up for what is essential for her, and shares in the planning.
My plans for this year may evolve, and I will be willing to throw away the ideas if they do not work at the moment. I will decorate the house to help my daughter feel the spirit of the season. I will continue cooking and baking the food my children connect with the season.
Keeping with tradition, we will do the things my son loved:
We will incorporate past traditions with new traditions of travel, something all four of love to do and prioritize time with those who bring us comfort and joy.
There are published particle guides on how to survive the holidays after the loss of a loved one. You can find stories of what others do, mostly after the loss of a parent or grandparent, some about a spouse. You can find lists and tips on how to remember your loved one and cope. I found one that had 64 tips. Ugh, reading through them, I feel like it is a chore. Very few addresses the loss of a child.
I am going to do what is right for my family and me, and not force it. I will let it evolve as our grief evolves.
Myers, Michael F., and Carla Fine. Touched by Suicide: Hope and Healing after Loss. New York: Gotham, 2006. Print.
Jill | 18th Nov 19
What a great read for me to hear from you! It is so hard everyday every minute and no one understands, nor should they. Love to you my friend in this g-d awful journey we are forced to be on. Keep writing as I know it helps you! thank you for sharing I appreciate and love it!
Libby Zaye | 7th Dec 19
This is also my second holiday season without my beautiful daughter, Catherine. I agree that it is harder than year one because it is now real. I miss her so very much! Thank you for writing your blog and I’m so sorry you are also a mom missing her child.