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Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Forgiveness









When we lose someone close, we experience many conflicting emotions. Among them is deciding if we are going to forgive those who may have caused, or did not prevent, the death. We do this not just for their sake, but also for ours.

My wife Evelyn died of a heart attack in a doctor’s office, with paramedics who came from across the street. I really wanted to blame someone because dying in your 40s was wrong. Someone made to have made a mistake. Although they were unsuccessful in restarting her heart, I don’t blame them, because they tried. 

During the first year, one of the thousands of thoughts that kept circling in my head was that if one person had done one thing a little differently, including myself, then Evelyn might still be alive. These “if onlys” didn’t get me anywhere because Ev was still going to be dead. But if I was to trust people again, and the world and life, then I had to accept what had happened and forgive everyone involved, otherwise my life would get locked in a stone barn of Bitterness. With birds for friends.

One weekend, when I couldn’t find anyone to blame, I even tried to hold the forces of the Universe accountable, which was like spitting in the wind. 

Those who are involved when someone dies may feel guilty, even if there was nothing more they could have done. Or maybe they made a wrong choice among the dozens of split-second decisions. Or maybe they did something without thinking about how it would affect others. Maybe they were drunk. Maybe it was a freak accident. Whatever. They will keep their distance from us, and our relationship will be on hold, until we let them know that we know they did the best they could. This will stop guilt from eating them up inside.

“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.” John Green

Forgiving is part of living because we’re human. We make mistakes and we hurt other people. When we do, we apologize and ask forgiveness. When they forgive us, the bonds of community are restored.

But what if someone hurts us and doesn’t apologize? We need to forgive them anyway and let go of our anger, otherwise we will carry this shadow, this hurt like a painful bruise, for the rest of our lives. 

A common conversation among grievers is how often their friends say dumb things to them in an effort to make them feel better. This is a nice goal, but what they say too often denies the huge impact of death as well as the suffering that is going on. We have to forgive them, too, eventually, because they don’t know any better. At least they are trying to help.

Perhaps the hardest person to forgive is ourselves, because we probably think that we were the one person our loved one trusted to take care of them. 

And yet, if we HAD seen something, if we HAD thought of something, if we HAD known that something serious was going on, we WOULD have done what was needed. We know this, because we loved them that much. 


May the river of compassion flow to those among us who are parched.

3 comments:

  1. I think you should write something of a parent passing and adult child had conflicted feelings unresolved things that happened in life what were no faced.. i think may have happened more often that we think but yet its not talked about

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    1. That's a great idea, Timothy! I'll start compiling notes. Both of my parents died a little over a year ago and I'm still processing what our relationships were, and what I had wanted.

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  2. After the shooting of children at an Amish school in 2006, one father said of the shooters that they must have been suffering terribly to do something this horrific. That’s forgiveness.

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