Honoring the Death of a Loved One

By Kimberly Hetherington

I’m at a dinner party with friends when I begin an engaging conversation with a woman I haven’t met before.

Music plays softly in the background as our conversation touches on many different topics. She begins to tell me about a difficult situation she recently faced and how her sister supported her through it. I listen intently while she gushes about how lucky she is. “Life just wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t have my sister,” she looks at me and smiles. I take a sip of my red wine, her words piercing my heart. There’s a silence and I wonder if now would be a good time to tell her that I too have a sister. But instead, I gently change the subject.

Often we never know what emotional wound we’ve reopened in others. How could we? The cuts and bruises of our own psyche are concealed so well behind earnest smiles and fake laughs. It makes me wonder how often I accidentally hurt others by bringing up the very thing they are trying to move on from. This particular conversation happens to come in October when my heart prepares for another anniversary of my sister’s death. Each year when this date comes around, I feel compelled to commemorate it in some sort of grand, meaningful way. But I struggle to think of anything that could ever be enough.

Unfortunately, the comforting sentiment “time heals all wounds” doesn’t really apply when it comes to grief. At least not for me, or my parents. Together, we live in a world that still contains my sister. We re-live memories and laugh about the good times while the rest of the world seems to forget. It’s not that we are stuck in a permanent state of agony, we’ve just learned to adjust. I suppose the parallel could be like the adjustment to losing a limb. No matter how much time passes you will always remember what it felt like to run and jump and play, and how you can’t do that anymore. Some days you might be particularly sad about it, other days it’s a bit more manageable.

It seems like a human tendency to crave simplicity and a kind linear, systematic approach to grief. The infamous Elisabeth Kübler-Ross model has been widely misunderstood in assuming that grief passes in chronological order. But anyone who has experienced it knows that it’s a tangled up mess that slides backward and forwards. Kübler-Ross explains, “The five stages—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance—are part of a framework that makes up our learning to live without the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief. Not everyone goes through all of them or goes in a prescribed order.”

Especially not on Anniversaries.

Everything about the time of year when the person we loved died can trigger us. It’s that familiar smell in the air, the change of seasons, a song on the radio—and in an instant, we are back to the day when we found out. It reawakens the shock we experienced all over again.

The mind always wants a quick fix to move on, but the heart will never forget. So we tell ourselves that we’re fine, everything is fine. Meanwhile, our body surges with depression, guilt, loneliness, anxiety, irritability, anger, as well as physical symptoms from sleeplessness, unusual dreams, headaches, lack of appetite, difficulty concentrating or an increase in distressing memories.

So, what do we do?

It’s been 6 years since my sister died and I’m still stunned by how powerful a force grief can be. No matter how fine I might think I feel, the pain of loss is still locked inside my body and I can’t quite find the keys to let it out.

I’ve yet to find something that brings peace and connection to my sister. In the past I’ve tried to force the day by, hurrying it along, only to find out that this never works. I’m now attempting to lean into the grief to truly understand it so that one day I can work in bereavement and help others.

Here are some ideas that could help.

Do something your loved one liked to do.

“You will survive and you will find purpose in the chaos. Moving on doesn’t mean letting go.” — Mary VanHaute

My sister loved many things: animals, hiking, traveling, nature, and most of all, art. She was an incredibly talented artist. She would often spend hours drawing, painting or collaging.

I’m currently studying Art Therapy and while doing a collaging exercise in class, I felt this strong connection to my sister. After about 30 minutes the teacher told us it break for lunch, but I couldn’t stop. While the others left, I carried on as if I was locked in a trance. I felt so connected to my sister that it just about brought tears to my eyes.

Create a physical reminder.

“Be the things, you loved most about the people who are gone.” — Unknown

When someone we love dies, it’s only in our minds or in our dreams where we can visit them. Having something physical that you can see can be healing.

You could plant a tree in their honor. Watching the tree grow over the years allows for a physical reminder of them. You could also buy a beautiful bouquet of flowers for your eyes to enjoy as a symbolic reminder of the transience of all beings. Flowers, like us, are only here for a short time. Remembering that could help us to accept mortality and enjoy the time we have while we are alive.

Another idea could be to plant a veggie garden. Every moment would be a chance to connect to the loved one and once the garden is in full bloom, ripe with delicious vegetables, a meal can be enjoyed and you can give thanks to the person for ‘helping’ in their own supernatural way.

Write a letter.

“Grief is not a disorder, a disease or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.”
— Earl Grollman

Often people say they can’t write but everyone can. It’s just the same reaction as handing someone a paintbrush and them saying, “Oh, no, I can’t paint.” Adults tend to hide behind “can’t’s” or “not good at’s” because we were told once that we weren’t good at it and believed it.

But it’s not about being good at anything. It’s about healing your heart. A lot of pain from loss is around all the things we want to talk about and all the things that the person we love is missing out on. A friend of mine once said that she has continued to have conversations with her dad who died. It’s helped her immensely to talk with him in her own imaginary way, finding guidance on issues he always helped her with. So whether you talk out loud, or want to keep it a letter is completely up to you. Either way, it gives you a chance to release all the things you wanted to say.

If the thought of it makes you feel uncomfortable, bring it up with your counselor and they will develop a plan that works for you.

Set aside alone time.

“If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.” — Winnie the Pooh

If you need to, take the day off. If you think, ‘ah, I can’t do that…’ then let me ask if you would go into work when you had the flu? Hopefully, the answer would be no.

Grief is similar to the flu but instead of being a contagious respiratory illness, it’s a pain erupting from the heart and soul. Both need some inner tender loving care. Respect your body, respect your healing, and take some time for yourself.

Accept the sheer power of grief.

“Grief is alive, wild, untamed and cannot be domesticated… It is truly an emotion that rises from the soul.” — Francis Weller

Many people mistakenly believe that grief is a single emotion. In actuality, it’s a powerful response that shakes us emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually. It is a natural and normal process that all human beings must face when dealing with loss.

As much as we may think we can outsmart it by ignoring or pushing it down, it will always find other ways to seep through.

Accepting these raw and powerful feelings to flow through your body can be unbelievably painful. I sometimes think of it as an emotional storm. When nature breaks down in a thunderous rage with bolts of lightning, we all flee undercover. In these moments, I respect nature’s honest and vulnerable display of despair and pain. For me, it’s a reminder that we are all like nature, we all experience inner hurricanes, floods, and earthquakes.

No matter how extreme, they always pass. But we need to get out of the way and allow it through.

Moving forward

No matter what happens to us in life, it moves on. We can be left with the most earth-shattering anguish and still find that the sun will rise for a new day. I know very well how unbelievably painful it can be to see the world carry on as you are left gasping for air.

We all walk our own unique paths on the road to healing. No matter how much time has passed, our loved ones will always remain inside our hearts.

They are the guiding lights that keep us moving forward and I can’t think of a better way to pay tribute to those we loved and lost than to fill the world with even more compassion and gentle kindness.

To read additional blog posts by Kimberly and view her art therapy website please visit: https://kimberlyhetherington.com