Just exactly how do we deal with loss?

I know everyone does not grieve the same of course, but the minute Keith's death happened I had a neighbor tell me "don't ever let yourself get to that dark place you can't get out of" For some reason,that stayed with me and I was so taken with those words and the horror of my loss,that I ran for 7 years ,keeping myself so very busy that if I let myself actually process the real thought that Keith was gone ,I may go insane.

The head knew he was gone,the heart could not take it. Oh, i have done all the right things...I have tried groups,I've gone to counselors..but I couldn't let myself stop and think.  Exhaustion and anger have allowed the house of cards to crumble. When I realized this and took control of myself ( and I should say too late,but I won't) I found,thankfully, a great therapist ,explained my situation and we started from the very beginning and I am working thru Keith's problems and passing,letting myself feel the pain not race thru it.

This is not an easy process and as I sit in groups and watch my fellow bereaved parents , I am always struck, paralyzed..."I can't believe we are all sitting here" As I listen to us talk I feel as if I am above my body looking down at this group of strangers, friends for all the wrong reasons. Yet, here we all are. And, we have become friends.

I am thankful there is a place I can go,besides a therapists office,where there are people who understand and accept me and welcome me,and us...... I wish things could be different for all of us,but in the end we play the hand we are dealt.I am doing all I can to understand and move forward with my memories intact.

Best to all,

Lisa

About the Author

My name is Lisa McCarthy.I am married 3o years now to Tim and we have two children.One is thankfully here with us,our beautiful daughter Randi,who is now 24 and our wonderful son Keith who left us and rocked our world at age 20, February 26,2006. To say we have not recovered would be an understatement.I can't fathom a life without my golden boy.Yet,I wake up every single day,and I go on. We go on. Thankful for memories and the terrific life we gave him....but it just isn't enough.Seven years have passed in a blur. A lifetime of this struggle?? I can't imagine.

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