THE COMPASSIONATE FRIENDS OF THE KANSAS CITY METRO AREA
"The holiest of all holidays are those kept by
ourselves, silent and apart: the secret
anniversaries of the heart."
Henry Wadsworth Longellow
Alan and Denise Pederson's 8 Rules for Surviving the Holidays:
1. Do it your way...For some grievers, keeping old traditions brings comfort, for others doing things "as usual" is painful. We are all different and what works for you may not work for somebody else. So, be true to yourself.
2. Rules are meant to be bent or broken... Others in your life may try to "guilt" you into participating in an event or custom that you've always been a part of. While it may be important to them that you do not break tradition, let them know that it will take time for you to resolve what traditions you are able to keep, alter or do away with completely and that old rules DO NOT apply to new grief.
3. Pencils work better than pens... anticipation of Holidays and specail events can often be more stressful than the events themselves. When considering accepting an invitation to a Holiday event, ask the host to "pencil" you in and let them know that your participation will depend on how well you are doing the day of the event. If you are pressed to give a definitive answer, trust your instincts when choosing to say yes or no. Pencils are best; just make sure you have an eraser close at hand.
4. Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone.... Many people will try to cheer you up and try to find a silver lining to your grief. Expect cheesy cliches and well intentioned, bad advice from others who see your grief and tears as rain on their Holiday parade. Once again, be true to yourslf, because masks are for Halloween and Halloween has passed.
5. Let people know you aren't "expecting"... Expectations begin with you, so don't put big expectations about how well you will handle the Holidays or how much you will be able to participate. But on the flip side, don't over estimate how difficult it may be. Grief during the Holidays can fluctuate wildly. You will have some good days, when you can function, and you will have some bad days, when the pain is unbearable. Expect the unexpected.
6. It's my "pity" and I'll cry if I want to... Tears are our tribute to our beautiful loved ones and nothing is more healing, or makes us feel closer to them than when we cry. The Holiday season will surely touch every emotion and flood you with memories of happy times in the past. Throw yourself a pity party whenever you feel like it, a time to just sit with your memories and cry if you want to.
7. Take care of yourself... When in doubt, choose to nurture yourself and be kind to you. Take ample time to do what you enjoy or what brings you peace. If it's exercise, reading, meditation, shopping or simply sitting alone with your thoughts. The Holiday season is the most stressful time of the year for most grieving people. Take extra care of YOU and YOUR needs.
8. Giving is the gift that keeps on giving...Healing begins when we help others. Many grievers find that reaching out and helping the lonely and those less fortunate can be a great source of comfort during this season. Some will buy gifts for complete strangers or fulfill a needy child's Christmas Wish List. We know from experience that serving others during the Holidays gives us more healing than anything ese we've ever tried. So, if you're up to it, start new traditions of volunteerism or helping to make somebody else's Holiday a little brighter. It just might lighten yhour load and brighten your Holidays, just a little bit.
Written By: Aan and Denise Pedersen 2010
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TO HONOR YOU
To honor you, I get up every day and take a breath
And start another day without you in it.
To honor you, I laugh and love with those who knew your smile
And the way your eyes twinkled with mischief and secret knowledge.
To honor you I listen to music you would have liked,
And sing at the top of my lungs, with the windows rolled down.
To honor you, I take chances, say what I feel, hold nothing back,
Risk making a fool of myself, dance every dance.
You were my light, my heart, my gift of love, from the very highest source.
So every day, I vow to make a difference, share a smile, live, laugh and love.
Now I live for both, so all I do, I do to honor you.
Written by Connie F. Kiefer Byrd In Loving Memory of Jordan Alexander Kiefer
A Letter to My Family and Friends
Thank you for not expecting too much from me this holiday season.
Itwill be our first Christmas without our child, and I have
all I can do coping with the "spirit" of the holiday on the radio,
TV, in the newspaper and stores. We do not feel joyous, and
trying to pretend this Christmas is going to be like the last will
be impossible...because we are missing one.
Our family traditions will be too painful for us to continue
this year. Please understand this, and maybe some Christmas
in the future we will have these traditions again.
Please allow me to talk about my child, if I feel a need.
Don't be uncomfortable with my tears. My heart is breaking,
and the tears are a way of letting out my sadness.
I plan to do something special in memory of my child.
Please recognize my need to do this in order to keep memories
alive. My fear is not that I will forget, but that you will.
Please don't criticize me if I do something that you don't
think is normal. I'm a different person now, and it may take a
long time before this different person reaches an acceptance of
my child's death.
As I survive the stages of grief, I will need your patience
and support, especially during these holiday times and the
"special" days throughout the year. Thank you for not expecting
too much from me this holiday season.
written by --A Bereaved Parent, TCF, Madison,
My child died.
I felt my life died, too.
I went to a support group
And there I met you.
You said my life would have meaning again.
Your words didn't mean much to me
But I watched as you helped others
As you listened so tenderly.
You were my symbol of hope
That someday life would be worth living.
You showed me how to start,
That living again begins with grieving.
Marilyn Willet Heavlin 1996
When the time comes
For lighting festive candles,
Let them remind you not only
of what you lost, but also
Of what you had
--Sasha Wagner
Wintersong
Season of light, season of love and peace
Season of shadow, season of memories
Season of warmth and joy, season of secret tears:
Give us the courage to laugh again
Give us the vision to hope again
Give us the power to love again
For all our new seasons
And all our new years
written by Sasha Wagner