The voice on the other end of the line was distraught, yet the sobs were recognizably those of one of my adult children. An individual, a father figure had gone from critical to a “comfort care” situation. When your children’s hearts are breaking, so does yours, helpless to take away the pain is in the forefront.
The first call was laced with a magnitude of denial, of course the medical professionals do not “help” the journey to reality with taking extraordinary measures under the conditions and the age of the patient. Ever costly method available to the is considered, having worked in the health care industry at one point in my life, the term “getting another day” became more than familiar. Although I cannot express enough my belief in a “Living Will”. The end results in many of these situations will be the same, only with the coffers of the industry getting fatter at the expense of a family whose frightened with the prospects of death and they agree beyond their “knowing” and maintain the denial vigil.
I do not “deny” this process to those who need the time, I have always had to deal in reality and I have never had the possibility to go through a systematic dying stage. I have confronted “anger”! No why me, but angry because the time was too short. No one is to blame, we are born dying and it is life, but I become angry with time, wasted time.
I have never tried to “bargain” with God, I tried once but Jesus did not come down and raise from his death bed the most important person in my life, my father. It will not prolong life, it is a waste of precious time with the person you love, the person that is about to leave from your realm of existence forever.
The demon depression is always there, quickly to pounce on its prey, rob senses and again precious time. I cannot say grief will get better with time, the answer to this question is in the hands of the depressed. Grief itself is an abuser and a killer, it will take you to the depths of hell and back before it will release you from its talons of doubt and angry denial.
Acceptance is an individual choice. You can chose to live life with deep and wonderful memories of life or you can accept weakness and live in a void for which there may be no return. Choices! I believe those who are passing on chose to face reality long before those who love them do.
Today, I wait for the call that will tell me suffering has ended that of my son and that of the “father” that he chose to accept rather than his own. I pray for a release from life that is no longer sustainable and a quick entry into another realm of existence. I pray for the hurt my child feels today to end, for the grieving process is much harder and lasts much longer. There are no words to ease the pain, take away the hurt, but silently being there ready to pick up when fallen, wipe away tears, reinforce God’s plan. This is all we can hope for, that and continued prayer.