I’m not big on death. Who is, huh?
I don’t deal with death at all. I ignore it and keep on. I refuse to give much energy to it. I don’t go view bodies. I don’t go to funerals. I don’t sit around mourning (at least not for very long). Usually I direct all of my energy towards the happy times, and I remember the individual how I last seen them. That’s my approach when it comes to dealing with the crushing blow that death always deals.
But, this time was different. Very different.
It wasn’t only me who was forced to deal with this completely unexpected and devastating lost of life. My youngest son was also pulled into the madness. In all actuality he was much more affected than even I — because he lost his father. Thus, I didn’t have the option of ignoring or shutting the matter of death out. I was forced out of my usual routine and into a very inconvenient position of having to deal with death.
Long story short,
My son turns out to be a lot like me. He doesn’t want to be sad and he doesn’t want to sit around crying however, he does want to talk about it in snippets.
So whenever the urge hits him, he’ll ask a question, make a statement or just come lay his head on my lap. And me? I fully engage with him. I follow his lead. Whatever and wherever that may be.
His way of dealing with this, it’s not all that bad. It has actually helped me to deal with yet another unexpected death (YES! Barely a week later, death reared its ugly head in my space again!).
Thanks for each and every comment, thought, suggestion and prayer. All has been truly appreciated!
Be sure to tune in for a guest blog entitled “A Day at the Houston Zoo” constructed by my eight year old son, Patrick!