Thursday, December 17, 2015

Thank You



Dear Friends & Family,

Thank you for joining me on this part of my journey. My blog has served its purpose: writing about grief, working through grief, adding a missing element: exercise, and moving on. I love my children and look forward to meeting them soon. I am also looking forward to what else God has in store for us. Thank you for the being my listening ear, friend, and cheerleader.

Sincerely,
Rebecca

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Knowing What to Say



Loss, in general, is hard. When someone is grieving a loss, the right words seem to be missing in action. When someone has a miscarriage, knowing what to say is still a struggle. Maybe even more so. Many people want to convey sympathy, offer comfort, and offer solutions.
According to Coach there is no right thing to say. You are darned if you say something, and darned if you don’t. Losing a child prematurely is such a struggle that the depression and sensitivity were extreme for me. I was offended when people offered suggestions and sympathy at the same time. I was offended when people said the wrong thing. I was offended when people said nothing. My loss felt so great that it was difficult to console me.
Now, as I am on the other side of extreme grief, I am able to see consolation in a different light. Some people have no idea what to say (or what not to say), but they just want to console. Other people want to help, so they suggest adoption. Some people share their story, so the griever can know they are not alone and that they can get through it. In the midst of my grief I did not want advice or even to know there was another side. I just wanted to grieve…and wallow in self-pity.
What parents who have miscarried and are grieving should know is that they are not alone. This loss has been felt by others before. As Mum points out many people who share their story want the grieving to know they made it to the other side. There is another side; there is an end to extreme grief.
Knowing what to say is hard, but I want to believe that most people just want to help. I know there are malicious insensitive people, but I choose to hold onto the good. The next time I am comforted, I will choose to see the best in people.