Recently, I shared how I have been deeply affected reading a blog about a mother named Tersia who is caring for her terminally ill daughter, Vicky.
Because I subscribe to her blog, I receive by email other people’s comments. They continue to pour in and the expressions of love and support take my breath away. Recently, I mailed Tersia and Vicky a CD of my music and words. I honestly was shocked when Tersia found the time to respond and took me up on my offer to share it with her.
Tersia is an excellent writer and conveys a lot with only a few words. Here are some recent excerpts of her heartfelt words:
Now it is only a matter of time. Vic’s organs are slowly shutting down. My child is gently being eased into death.
The entire day it echoed through my mind “we cannot stop this. It is happening”
Vic is calm and serene.
“Next year my mom and I are going to Italy” she told Sue today.
“Then I can die…”
“We will find a way my love” Sue said…
“It is closer than she realizes,” Sue said to me at her car.
“Do I tell her?” I asked.
“No, her body will…” Sue said.
I cannot bear the thought of living without Vic.
I am too tired to write anything that makes sense. I just need to record today. I never want to forget today.
I want to remember how I felt when I lay with my child this afternoon. I want to remember her tears when she spoke to her sister. I want to remember the smell of her vomit. Maybe it will make it easier to accept later on.
On December 10, 2012, Judy wrote:
Dearest Tersia,
I’ve read all of those beautiful comments to you and still don’t know what to write myself. I am bursting with sadness for the hell you and Vic are going through.
It reminds me of when I wrote my song “Set You Free.” I’ve written many songs that have helped me, but this one is very special. I’m attaching it by email, because the package with my CD’s will take a while to arrive.
I love both of you from across the world. Your spirits shine right through cyberspace.
Love, Judy
Dear Judy
You are truly an angel. Thank you. I cried when I listened to the words of your touching song. You have a beautiful, soothing voice, and it was balm to my soul.
Thank you for the package. Words fail me.
Love, Tersia
Clicking the blue link below plays my song “Set You Free”
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Vicky’s son carrying his mother
Dearest Tersia,
Your words meant so much to me! I am awed that you were even able to find a moment to listen. And on top of that, you took the time to write to me and that is unbelievable!
When you enter the darkness of grief, keep remembering the words to my song. A clock is ticking loudly. I remember that sound. I heard it before my son died and later on my father.
In some ways, the shadow of death is a curse. It brings suffering. But there is also an upside, which I know you are deeply appreciative of. Before you enter the darkness of grief, you have an opportunity to say goodbye.
I pray Vicky’s pain will end soon and I can feel the shining light of love from across the world. It is glowing and holding you both, as the time grows closer.
I wish you never had to bear this pain. No mother should ever bury a child.
And children should never have to bury their beloved mother who died without growing old. (I was choked with tears when I read how Vic went to the orthodontist with her son despite being so sick.) I don’t know all of your family, but certainly her siblings are bearing this pain, as well. I am so sorry!
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Vicky’s essence will always remain with you. Letting go is so, so hard.
And you already know you must set her free, Tersia.
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Love, Judy
On Dec 9, 2012, Brenda wrote:
Judy, does the pain ever really end? I don’t think so, but I find myself at a point so low right now that I am driving my family away. I spent the day trying to be the “great mom” I was before and it was so hard. It seems everyone else is unhappy when I am miserable, so I pretend to be ok. At this point, I’d rather have them happy than not have them at all
I cried when I heard your song. As you said, we just have to hang on. It does help me to express my pain through music, poetry, prose, stories…any healing is better than none. It is just so wrong that a wonderful child was taken from a caring mother for no reason, when there are people who are left here making people suffer. Why are they left here and we and our kids pay the price? It just all seems so unjust and beyond comprehension to me.
Brenda
Brenda,
I do believe life is precious and no one knows how long he or she will live. My son’s life was short with only five years. When I am dead and gone, it would be a shame if I gave up my life because of grief for my child. We don’t even know what happens with death. Perhaps, your son is watching you from above and is absolutely fine.
The part of life that I have the hardest time accepting is suffering. Death is better than intense suffering.
Because no one knows, we just assume our child will outlive us and it goes against the laws of nature when a child dies. But many things happen, and there is no control. That is part of nature, too.
I know too well about pain. You have every reason to be angry. I wrote a poem called “The Ache in My Heart.” It was written four years into my bereavement, at a time when I had little hope of ever feeling better. The last line of my poem was, “How can my heart ever heal – when it continues to bleed?”
I began to heal when I changed my thought process. I had to actually believe that healing was possible.
Do not assume your grief journey ends here. If you do, you will remain stuck. I wish you could find ways to be gentle with yourself and remind yourself that healing is possible.
I am so sorry for what you have gone and are going through. When I read your message about how you spent the day trying to be a good mom – I was thinking, “How about being good to yourself?” You said you were pretending to be happy in order not to upset your family; I have done that, too.
Even now, sometimes I pull out my hair trying to deal with two teenagers in this small apartment. Separation and divorce are another form of grief and I am hanging on until things get easier. I use the term “hanging on” quite often to describe how I coped with intense grief. It still helps me with my current situation.
With songwriting I cannot pretend. Singing allows me to share my true feelings. Music healed me of so much pain!
“Thoughts equal feelings”
Brenda, what has really helped me is an excellent tenant from hypnotherapy. The statement is: “Thoughts equal feelings.”
What we tell ourselves definitely affects how we feel!
An example is that when you tell yourself that you don’t think the pain will ever end – that is just not helpful for you!
You reinforce that by looking for ways that the pain continues stabbing you.
Another way of looking at the pain is in reverse by thinking instead, “I wonder when my pain will end?”
Imagine how it might feel to have freedom from your pain. Suddenly, you might see yourself looking more for signs that you are healing.
They are there if you look for them!
This is such a simple concept and can directly improve how you feel. I use the power of positive thinking to cope continuously with life.
I will never forget my son, and I grieved for many years. But my suffering did not bring my son back to me!
For such a long time, I felt closer to my son with my sadness. I believed that if I allowed myself happiness he was farther away. Guilt is a terrible thing.
Stop worrying about your family and their happiness. I did that for decades and stayed in an empty marriage with a man who ignored me. When you take care of yourself, you will bring much more into the world and ultimately, to your loved ones.
Do not depend on others to fill your space. That leads you to disappointment and anger. Anger is an impediment to healing. That’s why I suggested love as an antidote. Find reasons to forgive and do it in your son’s memory with all the love in your heart. This will allow you to leave disappointment behind.
Do continue to cry and talk about your son. Keep writing. And stay close to other grieving people who understand. I am farther along in my journey and my purpose is to give you hope. You will find that when you hold hands and help other people grieving as you are, the pain will diminish. You will discover how much farther you can go toward healing.
I would love to share another song with you – about the pain. It’s called “So Real.” It always makes me cry. I wrote it for my son, but cry singing it because I’ve lost my mother to dementia over the past few years.
Love, Judy
Clicking the blue link below, leads to my song “So Real” and more words about grief:
My coop’s walkway 50 years ago.
Not everything has been easy, but I’m still smiling.
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