Most will say, “I couldn’t survive that.” Or, “I would never be able to move forward again.”
At first, none of us knows how we are going to survive. When people found out my son Charles died by suicide, faces reflected horror which is similar to my own reaction to the news.
Facing what was an uncertain future fueled my terror. And the simplest activity such as taking a shower would take every ounce of energy I had for the day.
I had to go to work, write an obituary, go to the pharmacy, decide what to do with the ashes, send off death certificates, pick up toilet paper. The normal errands mixed in with death tasks was so surreal, there was a part of me that was sure I would wake up and find out I was living someone else’s life.
Most of us, with support and help, figure out how to move forward while learning to walk beside grief for the rest of our lives.
You don’t think you could survive if it happened to you. Those of you who have just met grief probably think all this is impossible for you, too. But you all have more strength than you know.
It’s worth it to survive. It is.