Monthly Archives: September 2013

Ring the Bells after Heartbreak

IMG_2997 - Version 3Ring the bells that

still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in

                                                                     Leonard Cohen

When asked to “ring the bell” for dinner at the 40th anniversary celebration of the Whidbey Institute,they had no idea how thrilled I was to ring this wonderful sounding bell.  A couple of years after our daughter died, a musician friend sent me the “Ring the Bell” phrase above from Leonard Cohen’s Anthem album.  It offers such a luminous response to human grief while one seeks to still live creatively with a broken heart.  If you haven’t heard him sing it, you can find it on You Tube.

When Men and Women Grieve Differently




Have you ever noticed how a mother and father sometimes grieve differently after the death of a child?  Has this lead to misunderstandings that prove hurtful?   During the first year of acute grief after our daughter died, Jim and I expressed our grief very differently, so I was intrigued when researchers Kenneth Doka and Terry Martin’s book came out on Grieving Beyond Gender: Understanding the Ways Men and Women Mourn. For years, the typical stereotype was that women are more emotional and men hold their emotions within. Men hold more anger, women cry with more guilt.

But these authors used a different lens, and identified two distinct grieving styles.  Though commonly associated, they are not restricted to gender.  Doka’s observations began over 40 years ago as a pediatric chaplain at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer hospital.



He believes men tend to grieve in an “instrumental” style; they prefer actions, working through pain by doing and thinking.  caution026Stuarts Draft Men Working


He gives an example of a bereft father, on the morning of his daughter’s funeral, fixing the picket fence through which his daughter crashed.  Several families I interviewed spoke of similar responses.  JD (Joshua Dean) Hillis, a healthy, sports-oriented seven-year-old boy collapsed suddenly after a fast game of basketball. He died shortly after, leaving the family reeling in grief.  When his ten-year-old cousin Jordon overheard adults talking about planting a tree in JD’s honor, he protested. “JD would think a tree sucked.”

JD loved basketball…day in and day out. Thinking about the run-down gym with the hazardous chipped linoleum court where they spent hours playing, Jordon said, “We should build a new court and name it after him.” An idea was born and his father and two uncles, who all lived and worked in Tacoma, Washington’s inner-city, vigorously raised funds (ranging from 25 cents to a $20,000 grant)  to restore a Boys and Girls Club basketball court/gym in Hilltop. “It gave the men in the family a concrete project to work on that would honor JD.” recalls his mother, Cheryl. She enjoys the annual JD Hillis Memorial Tournament and seeing so many energetic kids having fun.


Doka observes that women tend to be more “intuitive” grievers, more feeling-oriented, with waves of emotion and verbalizing.  They often find ways to express feelings in a group, or with a therapist or friend.  Since grief counselors historically have privileged expression, men or women who work out pain “instrumentally” often wonder if they are “grieving”enough.  Other family members may also express frustration over someone’s lack of emotional expression over loss. These judgements hurt everyone.  Obviously, some women may grieve instrumentally, like when they design and plant gardens; and men grieve intuitively, like the father whose college son committed suicide who found that joining a bereavement group and writing a letter to his son proved so life-giving that he now helps lead one.

My sense is our ways of grieving also varies simply by one’s temperament and the relationship with the child.  It can also alter over time, and many parents experience both styles. I value author Isabel Allende’s insight that “sorrow is a solitary road.”

What can help couples during these most difficult days?   One key I heard from parents was the importance of respecting our differences.  When George and Lila Girvin’s 34-year-old son died in a helicopter crash while serving with the United Nations in Mongolia, they found they had radically different responses to returning to a little cabin in the woods that Matthew helped restore with his father.  “I felt I was going to this place and continuing to care for something he loved,” says George. “I can go there, see his tree he brought from Mongolia, and remember him.  And give thanks for his being in our lives.  It’s so quiet, with red tail hawks, raven, the creatures that Matt would talk to and I envision they are his messengers…the land is so alive.”

Not so for his wife Lila.  “I find it almost impossible to go there for long.  These wonderful family memories still create too much pain.”  They understand this difference in one another and respect it.

Does Doka’s description ring true to your own experiences, or not?  What have you observed about the differences or similarities as men and women grieve?

George and Lila with their son Matthew before leaving for Mongolia

George and Lila enjoying happy days at their cabin with their  son Matthew before he left for Mongolia

Wendell Berry: Forever Love Stronger than Grief

Novelist often give words to our deep longings, especially in loss and grief, and our hunger for hope.  The day I launched this blog, Nils Ringo wrote me about his recent reading of Wendell Berry’s novel Hannah Coulter.  In his twenties, Nils  volunteered in Honduras for two years at Farm of the Child, and is part of our program in the Krista Foundation for Global Citizenship which encourages young adults engaged in service.  His mom works with parents who lose newborns in our local hospital, so he has exceptional awareness of loss.  He wrote, “I highlighted these sections pertaining to grief” and then sent them my way.  Berry writes of the fictional town of Port William, Kentucky, where love and memory, grief and strength abound as the deaths in World War II so greatly impact lives and communities.










Berry writes, via the fictional character Hannah,

I began to know my story then.  Like everybody’s, it was going to be the story of living in the absence of the dead.  What is the thread that holds it all together? Grief, I thought for a while.  And grief is there sure enough, just about all the way through.  From the time I was a girl I have never been far from it.  But grief is not a force and has no power to hold.  You only bear it.  Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.


I don’t think grief is something they get over or get away from.  In a little community like this it is around us and in us all the time, and we know it.  We know that every night, war or no war, there are people lying awake grieving, and every morning there are people waking up to absences that never will be filled.


And yet the comfort somehow gets passed around: a few words that are never forgotten, a note in the mail, a look, a touch, a pat, a hug, a kind of waiting with, a kind of standing by, to the end.  Once in a while we hear it sung out in a hymn, when every throat seems suddenly widened with love and a common longing:

In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore.      041504_hug

Along our own pilgrimage, many friends gave us comfort by sharing poetry and music that especially proved healing.  During the first couple of years after Krista died, my husband Jim often stayed up late just listening to Eric Clapton’s Pilgrim album.  He gives voice to grief, heightened by the death of his four-year old son Conor.

What writers, poets, or songwriters have spoken to you on your own journey?  I’d love to hear and share these. One day a week, I will be including insights drawn from literature, music, or art.

Thanks, Nils, for sharing your reading!






Should “Grief Bursts” Create Fear?

When we have lost someone deeply loved, it’s hard to know what random event in our day might trigger a sudden flashback into grief.  Even years later!

Last weekend, my husband Jim cycled with me on a short portion of Spokane, Washington’s exquisite Centennial Trail.  I call it “husband-love” because he normally rides a fast, exhilarating 30-40 miles.

With me, he slows way down…think of sauntering on a bike!   We bring energy snacks, pause for water breaks, and only cycle about 7 miles.  But within minutes we begin savoring the beauty of the winding Spokane River, the scent of summer pine, and the abundance of wildflowers.

Suddenly, the sound of continuous rifle shots reverberate up the river floor, shattering our peace.

Turns out the Spokane Rifle Club’s outdoor range lies next to Riverside State Park.  They offer instruction and practice in a variety of firearms, including high power shooting, muzzle loaders, black powder cartridge rifles, even old buffalo guns.  Hearing these gunshots so nearby is unnerving.

This intrusion to peace seems similar to living with grief.  One’s days may be going along with some semblance of normalcy, when suddenly a memory might trigger a “grief burst.”  It can happen hearing a favorite song, attending a baby shower, seeing a child playing soccer, waking from a haunting dream– anything that unearths a memory.  Blindsided, their timing is unpredictable, fraught with intense emotion, sometimes causing uncontrollable tears.  Their intensity can create fear, wondering if we are sliding back to the earlier deep grieving that so pained our days?

“It’s inevitable that grief will be triggered again, sometimes years later, even while one is living an emotionally healthy life,” believes Jerry Sittser who lost his wife, young daughter, and mother from a drunk driver.  His book A Grace Disguised: How the Soul Grows through Grief eloquently portrays his faith journey as he raises three children, continues teaching, and counsels many others in grief.

He believes one of the great enemies of grief is giving ourselves a timetable since everyone’s pace in grief is different. Over 15 years later, when his fiancé mentioned that her friend had been the Sunday School teacher for his four-year-old Diana Jane, “I just burst into tears….a whole flood of memories emerged.”   He finds that such events are normal, when anger or pain might re-emerge temporarily.

“Grief is like an ocean beach,” reflected a woman pastor one afternoon over tea.  “Waves come steadily for a while, then suddenly a giant wave comes crashing in.”


“These ‘waves of desperation’ are not an over-reaction,” believes Dr. Lami Leary, a grief therapist.  She consults and writes for LifeNet Health in that counsels organ donor families.  She mentions that grief bursts are so common and expected that in the bereavement field they are referred to as STUG-Subsequent Temporary Upsurge of Grief.  Not only are they a healthy and understandable part of grief, she finds they offer a positive opportunity. These temporary moments allow us to visit the memory of one we love, feel this love, and turn this difficult time into a meaningful passage.


What triggers memories or grief bursts for you?  When they happened, what proved helpful or harmful for you?

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For everyone, life sometimes brings shipwreck moments.

Ours happened when four friends woke us one beautiful May dawn to break the news that our 25-year-old married daughter Krista had died 7000 miles away while volunteering in Bolivia. Our hearts shattered, much like the shards of her bus that plunged over a mountain cliff.
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