May 2013 HOPELINE A newsletter of HOPE FOR BEREAVED, a not-for-profit community organization providing hope, support and services for the bereaved. The “Me” Before

She was telling a story. Remembering things from the past. Talking about how much fun I am. Talking about how I throw the best parties. Telling every- one that I’m such a good cook. Saying how she was so happy to be moving back to London because she and her husband really missed us. They missed us because we are such good friends and we are so much fun. Special Dedication Who is she? She is a friend that I met when I first moved to London al- In loving memory of most eight years ago. She was friends with me before tragedy hit. She was friends with the old me, the “me” before. She moved away a month before Jonathan Luke Rothwell my son died. In fact, she delayed her departure so she could attend my baby shower. That was the last time she saw me until a few weeks ago. April 30 1986 -May 13 2012 Who was she telling her stories to? She was sharing this information with some of my new friends. Friends who didn’t know the “me” before. As she was walking down memory lane, sharing stories about fun times and Two roads diverged in a crazy moments I could see looks of wonder on the faces of my newer wood and I took the one less friends. I could tell that they didn’t recognize the “me” that was being de- scribed in the stories. In a way, neither did I. That person seems so far traveled by and that has away now. made all the difference. It’s been just over two and a half years since my precious baby boy -Robert Frost died. A lot has happened since then. I have come out of the fog of early grief and despair. I have gone on to have my rainbow baby and know the joy of parenting a living child. I have slowly and deliberately carved out a new life for myself, a new normal.

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The purpose of this newsletter is to help those who have experienced the death of a loved one. Each month, we share information and ideas from bereaved people and professionals to help you through your grief journey. Page 1 HOPELINE NEWSLETTER

The “Me” Before continued from page 1

I am no longer frozen in time. I no longer count each day without him. I no longer cry for hours eve- ry day. I suppose it’s fair to say that I have moved on with life. I have moved forward to a place where there is still some sadness, but there is also much joy.

But I am forever changed. You can’t go through something as devastating and soul destroying as los- ing a child and come out the other side the same person. It’s just not possible. Moments like this create permanent marks in our lives. There will never be a time when I go back to being that person. There will always be “The Me Before,” and “The Me After.”

I don’t think too much about the person I was before my son died and was born. I guess that’s be- cause it’s been such a tough road to get to the person I am today. I’m still in the trenches trying to find my way to a happier place. So I rarely look back anymore.

But this week I caught a glimpse of the “me” before when I listened to her stories. And I really missed the woman I used to be. They way she talked about me made me remember just how full of life I was. How idealistic and positive I was, even in the midst of an almost 8 year battle with infertility. I had a joy for life that I haven’t been able to recapture just yet.

It was quite an interesting evening. Sitting with a mix of old friends and new friends. Friends I knew on either side of the tragedy that was my son’s death. Two very different sides of the same person. I could see that my new friends did not entirely recognize the woman she was describing. The “me” before threw a lot of parties and cooked up a storm, the “me” after has much fewer parties and hardly ever cooks for her friends. The old me would never turn down a chance to socialize while the new me some- times does.

It got me a bit nostalgic about the past. I know I can’t change anything. There will be no magical transformation back to that fun loving, much less complicated person. But maybe I could try and bring a bit of the fun back. Not just for them, but for me. There was a time when I loved having people over. There was a time when I loved cooking for friends. Perhaps I need to try and recapture that feeling.

Perhaps it’s time for me to invite some friends over for a BBQ sometime soon.

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Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

—Samuel Smiles

Page 2 Love Letters HOPELINE By: Emily Clark

What would you say to your spouse if you could tell him or her anything? We all think it, whisper it, and lay awake at night muttering into the darkness lost words meant for them.

It’s been over two years now, and if there is one thing I have learned, it’s that there is real beauty in the written word. When those silent prayers to our loved ones aren’t enough, putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboards) can be a soothing balm for the soul.

I often write to my husband. Sometimes these letters are long, poetic, as perfectly constructed as a term paper for school. Other times they are hastily written notes I jot down in anger or frustration or sheer wonder on the back of a napkin or sticky note. I have nowhere to send them, so I keep them. They are concrete and solid, and in a world turned upside down where so very little makes sense to me, they are reassuringly real. Somewhere in the back of my mind it feels like I am saving up these letters for him. Should he ever descend from the heavens to read them, he’ll be well caught up on everything he has missed.

What do I put in these letters? Well, whatever I want.

I write them as though we are talking, as though he is in the room. It is like having our home-from- work conversations in the kitchen where I’d prattle on about my day and he’d listen, bemused, nodding at all the right spots and laughing when he thought it was safe to do so. I encourage all grievers to get out pen and paper and write to their missing loved one. To tell them the things you want to say, pour your heart out, and share those jokes that only the two of you will under- stand. Burn them, save them, publish them to your blog – whatever feels right.

I’ll leave you with a sample of one of my own to get you started:

Hey dear, it’s just me again. I don’t know how to reach you. Still. I hope you get my messages anyhow. I still need to talk to you every day. It’s been so long and still, still I want to tell you about my day. Re- member when you’d pick me up from work? We’d have to time it just right so you wouldn’t get a ticket for parking illegally and so I wouldn’t have to wait more than 10 seconds because I was always dressed inappropriately for the weather. I’m always too hot, or too cold. 13 years in this city and I still haven’t figured out the right clothing-to-weather ratio. Or in the mornings, over coffee. You hated mornings. I didn’t. But you’d sit there, wrapped in blankets like an overstuffed cocoon, just sipping your coffee patiently while I yammered on. I miss our mornings. I drink tea now. I don’t like coffee anymore. It’s too much like us. And I surf the web while I drink. Sometimes I turn the TV on so it feels like someone is there. But sometimes I just like to feel alone. I miss our talks. Even though it was mostly me talking and you pretty much just listened. You always were a good listen- er. Did I ever tell you I loved that about you? I hope so. I wish we could talk just one more time. Just one more. I have so much to ask. This time, I think I’d be the one mostly listening.

www.hellogrief.org PAGE 3 HOPELINE How To Acknowledge Their “Death-versary”

By: Krista Brenner

Many people refer to the date of their loved one’s death as an anniversary. I can’t bring myself to do it. It actually makes me cringe every time I try to say it or explain what October 9th means to me. The word “anniversary” has an in- tended association with joy, celebration, and happiness, so why would I want to acknowledge the loss of my beloved Zach with this word?

None of us ever imagined having to say good-bye so soon, so suddenly, so tragically to the ones we love, which leads me to believe that none of us are feeling particularly celebratory as the date draws near. We all have that one day. A day filled with dread and loaded with dismal realizations; our own person D-Day. No, I can’t bring myself to call it an anniver- sary so “death-versary” it is. Sounds a bit morbid, I know. But how else can I honestly begin to approach this day?

October 9, 2012 marks the one year death-versary of my fiancé, Zach. It is unimaginable that he has been gone that long. I have alternated so many times over the last year between feeling like he was just here a minute ago and feeling like he has already been gone for four lifetimes that I think I have given myself whiplash. Life has continued to go on while I feel frozen in place. Days have come and gone, and yet I feel like nothing has changed. Over the last year my friends have gotten married, had babies, gotten new jobs, found new boyfriends, and bought houses. My crowning accomplish- ment is that I woke up every day and went to work or school. I got out of bed. Seriously? That is my accomplishment? That is all I have achieved? Is that really all I am capable of doing now, without Zach? I guess I should see it as surviving, but I have a sneaking suspicion that my aspirations should be higher than just getting by.

Whether I like it or not, the first year has passed. One whole year without the person who gave my life meaning and filled my heart with unimaginable amount of love. So how am I supposed to acknowledge this day? How are any of us, the unwilling members of “Club Grief,” supposed to recognize this day for what it stands for? For most of us this day signifies one of the absolute worst days of our entire lives, filled with loss and devastation, questions that can never truly be an- swered. So how should this day be spent? I wish I had the answer, any answer, but I think every single one of us must slowly live our way into our own answers.

I truly believe that even among those grieving the loss of the same person, there will be differing opinions about how to approach this day. Some members of the family may want to do something to commemorate the day while others ada- mantly refuse. Throughout grief we are forced to constantly make decisions like: what to do with their belongings, how to celebrate the holidays, what traditions to continue on with. These difficult decisions are ones that family and friends may agree with or firmly disagree with. The death-versary is just another one of those decisions and one I am currently faced with.

As October 9th has slowly crept closer I have been questioning what his family and I should do. My initial plan was to organize a fundraising event in his memory and donate the money to the school Zach had been working at. He had recent- ly switched from teaching to being the Parent/Teacher Liaison, a Social Worker of sorts, for a county with tremendous struggles and needs. The resource center he created during his time there was renamed the “Zach Zone” after we lost him. The teachers have continued his work and tried to fill the gaping void he left behind, but there are still many community needs such as food, clothing, and school supplies. I thought organizing an event for this would be the perfect way to honor his memory, his life, and his work while giving something to the community he did so much for.

But as this day got closer and closer, my plan started to lose its appeal. I didn’t think I had it in me to coordinate an event like this and his parents agreed it’s just too soon. It’s something we would like to do in the future, but for right now it’s simply too daunting of a task. Our grief is too fresh and too painful to take on something like that right now. So now what? I am back to the original question of how to acknowledge this day.

Should I ignore the day and just go to work and school like normal and hope it will be distracting? Should I take the day off and spend it hiding under the covers? Should I go spend the day with family and rely on each other for support? Should I visit his grave? Should we have some kind of organized service? Should our family go visit the family of his best friend, who was killed in the same car accident? Should this day be no different than any other day?

I think it comes down to this; whatever ends up being the final decision it will never be enough or give me any sense of comfort. He is still gone and the excruciating pain will still be there.

So how will you acknowledge your loved ones death-versary? How will you honor their memory? Have found yourself ignoring the day in the past but feel ready to honor their life now? The answer to the question of how to acknowledge this dreaded day only lies within each and every one of us, and it is my hope that we will all one day manage to feel some semblance of peace.

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Grief and anger is a more common combination than those of us in the midst of grief would like to admit. We often think of people who are experiencing grief because of crime or because of someone’s negligence as having the most likely reason for anger. However, it is also common and normal to experi- ence anger toward God, the person who died, toward people who say the wrong thing, toward people who don’t say anything at all, and toward the world in general.

Grief and Anger at God: God often gets the blame when bad things happen—after all an all-powerful being should have been able to prevent our pain. If your anger is directed at God, you are not alone. In fact a great many Biblical writers expressed anger at God. You might want to check out the website section on using the Psalms of Lament for the grief journey. King David, writer of much of the Psalms, was called a man after God’s own heart. So obviously God does not reject people on account of anger.

Dealing with Anger: Anger that is not acknowledged and worked through can fester inside and become a way of life. What is behind so much of the violence in our society? Is it not angry people who never found healthful ways to deal with their pain? So take some time to reflect on your life. Although grief is probably a more extreme situation, you will likely remember other times when you were angry and found ways to deal with it. What worked for you? Did vigorous physical exertion help you release pent up emotions? Is gardening a soothing balm for your soul?

“Why me?” . . . “Why them?” We will stay most angry when we are focused on our own pain and loss. And, again, this is legitimate reason to be angry. But in order to not be consumed by your anger, you might start to ask yourself, “Why them?” What pain exists in their life that caused them to do what they did? In my situation, I had to wonder how bad can a man’s life be that he is on the road drunk at 9:00 in the morning? It does not make his actions okay, but it helps me move outside my own pain. My goal is to deal with my anger so I don’t spend the rest of my life passing it on to others. So I will let myself imagine the pain this man car- ried with him as he drove down the road that day.

Creativity to Heal Grief and Anger Many people find creative outlets to be very healing for both grief and anger. As I have said in the past, during my own grief journey, emotion often felt like it was frozen within me. Taking time to do grief jour- naling, write grief poems, or spending time wandering in the trees dealing with grief by taking photos were all powerful means of thawing the emotion and getting it outside my body.

Turn Anger into Positive Action: Mothers Against Drunk Divers was created by a mother whose daughter was killed by a repeat drunk driving offender. I recently read a blog by a woman whose husband was killed because of negligent safe- ty standards at his workplace. She is working to get policy changed so that it won’t happen again. You may even being doing something that doesn’t necessarily seem like it is going to be helpful to others at the time you are doing it. I wrote poetry to express my grief and anger. Now it has become Seasons of Solace and I am being asked to give poetry readings in various venues. It is helping people connect with their own grief and anger and the beauty to be found in living life to the full. It may take some time to track down the positive action that is a good fit for you. But if you keep your eyes open, you will find something.

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Coping with Grief - It's Called Living Through It by Gail H. Stone

"Dad, I tried to wake Nana, I think she's dead." "Grandpa died yesterday." "Oh my God, Daddy's dead." "Uncle Jack died today." "Grandma died last night." "I'm standing with the body of your deceased father-in-law." "Hon, I think we should get a divorce." "I'm sorry, but we weren't able to resuscitate your mother." "Mike called. He thinks Mary is dead." "I'm sorry to leave this on your voice mail, but Uncle Andy died last night."

This litany of phone calls and conversations on death or parting has all occurred in the past 30 years of my life, most in the last 20. Whether I was the one delivering or receiving these messages, the speaking of each one was the start of the long, seemingly endless process of grieving. Often, I felt so sucker punched that I doubted I could go on. Getting up the next day seemed impossible, yet somehow I almost always did.

Something deep inside told me I had to, that there was no other way to get through it, but to keep mov- ing. I attribute that to my deep belief in a higher plan and a sense that getting through this trial was like going through a tunnel. I told myself that if I put one foot in front of the other, I would eventually come out the other side and be able to feel somewhat whole again. Sometimes, it was all I could do to put one toe in front of the other, but all forward movement I deemed positive.

The last five instances happened within the past five years, with my mother and sister-in-law and godfa- ther's deaths back to back in '99, '00 and '01. Looking for the reason why I have been given so many op- portunities to experience the grip of grief first hand, I now believe it was in order to help others and ease their way.

If you've been here, you know. There's no magic pill to get you through the immense pain, intense sad- ness and amazing denial, anger and upset that you feel. However, I did create, through trial and error, a few simple practices which have profoundly impacted my journey through the tunnel and I would like to share them with you.

(1) Every single day, let in the love of family, friends and co-workers. On those days that you feel you can't bear to see anyone or when you realize that some of them have moved on, thinking in error that you are "better", read through the cards you've received. Save and then play voice mail messages and re- read e-mails of support. Give your heart a visible reminder that others do care and want to share your pain. Let them - mentally off-load a bit of it onto their shoulders. Don't try to carry it all by yourself. It can crush you and it will try. Don't let it!

(2) Create a morning or evening meditation time. Even if you can't see how to find the time, do it somehow. This was especially helpful to me in getting through the horrible time of adjustment to life alone after my divorce and then again when my Mom died. I had always said a few wake-up prayers, but found I needed more. I started with Jerry Jampolsky's book, "Love is the Answer" and read one (short) chapter a day. Then, I bought the book "A Course on Miracles" and meditated on the daily passages. While the 365 lessons seemed to represent a huge commitment, the daily phrases were so empowering that I continued. Additionally, I saved affirmations from various sources like Science of Mind magazine and The Daily Word and read them daily. Any quote from a book or article that I thought would motivate me to get up and make the day a less painful one than the day before, I saved and re-read daily. I posted the best of them around my office and in my meditation area. I still do. When you actively start looking for empowering pas- sages, you will be touched and inspired by what comes your way.

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HOPE for Young @ Heart-Widow/widowers with no young children at home

HOPE for Younger Widows, Widowers, Engaged & Significant Others (same evening as Youth Group)

HOPE for Widow/Widowers Seniors Daytime

HOPE for Youth : Separate, age appropriate groups for children and teens who have experienced the death of their parent, sibling, relative or friend. .

HOPE for Bereaved: For anyone who has experienced the death of a loved one: parent, sibling, relative or friend.

HOPE for Survivors of Suicide : For those who have experienced the death of a child, spouse or friend by suicide.

HOPE for Bereaved Parents : For those whose children of any age died by accident, illness, (Same evening as Youth Group)

LGBT Bereavement Support Group held at the SAGE Center, 431 E. Fayette St, Syracuse for anyone struggling with the death of a partner, family member or friend.

**NEW: HOPE for Parents whose baby died by miscarriage, stillbirth or newborn death

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Over the Rainbow : 1st Monday each month at 7:00 at Northminister Presbyterian Church. For widows & widowers longer be- reaved. Call Bill or Jean Mann @638-4936 or Claire Ramsden @475-9742.

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3) Finally, but most importantly, express yourself in some way often! I would recommend that you do it daily, as well. I found out the hard way that keeping emotions bottled up or trying to ignore them hurt more in the long run and adversely affected my health. Talk to people about your loved one, write about him/her, start a journal of your thoughts and feelings, scream whenever you can find a place where you won't alarm the neighbors, family members or fellow travelers, do some kind of physical ex- ercise to work off steam - whenever and wherever you can vent, do so daily.

To anyone caught in the black and blue morass of grief, I invite you to consider adding these three emotionally healing practices to your daily life. They have helped me come through some horribly upset- ting times, still sad at heart, but feeling more serene in the knowledge that I can and will go on - living my life to the best of my ability - for my dear ones and with my dear ones safely ensconced in my mind and heart forevermore.

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