For those of you who are new to this journal, every year on this day I do a special post in rememberance of my first born child, Benjamin. He only lived for seven and a half weks, all of it was painful and awful and sad. You can read about his life
here, if you wish.Today's post is about letting go, of both the dead and the living.
First, some thoughts about grief. I don't think there's a correct way to grieve. Some are very private. That tended to be me. I did most of my crying going back and forth to work, sitting on a bus. Some are much more open and sharing of their emotions. Eventually, the majority of us move on and start living our lives again. Some see that as a betrayal, especially if it's a spouse that has died.
My husband's unclce is 88 and very ill. His wife is 86. They been together over 60 years. I don't think anyone expects her to survive much past his death. But she does have a lot to live for - 4 children, 17 grandchildren, 4 great-grandchildren and 2 more on the way.But no one thinks she'll be able to let go once he's gone. Is that wrong of her? I don't know; it's not for me to say.
Most of us do go on though, As humans we have an amazing capacity to endure emotional pain and come out on the other side. It doesn't mean we aren't changed by the experience but we do find joy again.
I think in many ways its harder to let go of the living. I see it all the time - parents who refuse to give their kids the independence they need in order to grow up.
My oldest graduated college in December. He is living with a bunch of other people in a house in Boston and he has a full time job. I speak to him evry couple of weeks and he comes back to NJ just a few times a year. People are really suprised that I'm not upset by this. I'm not. When we talk, it's always for an hour or so and I think we're very close. But he's now a grown-up and he leads his own life now.
My youngest is now in college. Someone else in my office sent her son to college in the same city. She's gone down most weeknds to see him. I went on parent's weekend, but that's it. Am I right and she's wrong? I wouldn't say that. But for me and my style of parenting, my kids would have been horrified if I kept showing up.
I place a lot of value on my kids being independent. That doesn't mean that I amd my husband aren't there to help. Both my kids know that that can always call for advice. But that also have confidence that most of the time, they can get by on thei own.
This post is a much bigger ramble than I intended. I'll end by saying that while it isn't easy to let go, it's something we all wind up doing.