Denial

Everyone grieves differently - but it is widely acknowledged that there are 5 stages that run as a common thread to those recently bereaved. These 5 stages are;

1. Denial
2. Anger
3. Bargaining
4. Depression
5. Acceptance

Not everyone will experience all of these or even, on each occasion of individual grief - you have different people within your life who will die at different stages of their lives, causing you to grieve differently for them !

Also, many will experience these stages in different orders and some stages may come back more than once, to hit you sometimes years after that beloved person has died. 

I did not fully discover the theoretical impact of grief until I finished my degree, 17 years after Mark had died ..... and then, many, many things began to make sense and fell into place !

I know now, for me, that those first few days were dominated by denial, but this is so difficult to explain. Of course I knew the facts - I knew he was dead and not coming back so it wasn't a concious denial. However, as I mentioned in a previous post, it is almost as if the brain is protecting the heart ..... allowing only a slip of information through at a time, so that it doesn't all hit you at once. 

This denial holds you in a bubble - a hazy world, where everything is happening around you and even with you ..... but you don't feel connected.

Some of the practical processes of bereavement help deal with it, in a drip-feed manner. 

I was in denial - yet I cried a lot ..... I was in denial - yet I phoned all the friends and family to tell them the news. 

That Thursday morning was so hard - but I was on automatic pilot - someone (most likely my Mum) had stated that "we will have to let other people know" ... Mark's friends and mine, wider family members and those who had worked with Mark.

So I picked up the phone and just started dialling ...... number after number ..... friend after friend. 

I have a HUGE apology to make here because in fact, I had no sense of time or place. I had no realisation of the impact the news would have on our friends and family and was literally just phoning many of them ...even those who were at work ......what an awful thing to do ...... dropping that bombshell on someone when they are working - but that is Denial - not really thinking it through - just acting automatically.

On calling one friend (the one who's birthday it had been on the Wednesday), she immediately came over with her partner and took the children to the park, allowing me the time to do the rest of the phone calls - she recognised that this was not something you can do with a 4 year old and 2 year old running around .......... and that was the how my wonderful friends and family progressed and acted throughout the next few years - maybe not everyone thought they knew what to say or do but they all just instinctively did what was needed at the time!

Yet this practical aspect of ringing round was part of the drip-feed process - of repeating the same statement ...... getting the horror of what has just happened through to me.

Another practical aspect is identifying the body. I actually cannot remember even being asked to identify him and I think perhaps the police thought it best if I didn't because I was young, with 3 little ones, and probably looked a bit fragile. OR maybe I was asked and just blanked this from my thoughts/memory, as not being able to cope with this part of the process

Mark's Dad identified him and for several years afterwards I yo-yo'd between being angry that it wasn't me, upset that someone else had done this and grateful that I didn't have to do it. I am settled now on the grateful part and realise how hard this must have been for his Dad. 

So, without having to identify the body and leave the flat,  Mum and I spent the day cocooned - in our bubble world - in a state of shock and also limbo ..... I could not think further than the next 15 minutes and I don't think Mum could either !

The drip feeding continued throughout the day - seeing the crash reported on the news and a tiny article ("hold the press" - with very little information at this point) in the local paper.

Denial - being faced with a fact that is too uncomfortable to accept so you reject it instead, not wanting to believe it - despite the overwhelming evidence. 

That was me - not wanting to even begin to believe it - because then it would be true ..... and Mark would be dead and I would actually have to start to deal with that.

That Night

To go back to my post "This Day" ...... I will continue where I left off. 

WPC Richards suggested I call someone to sit with me. Of course that was my Mum and Dad ... I called Dad and think I even apologised for the lateness of the call (I was still not accepting what had happened) Mum and Dad were hosting an Extraordinary Events Committee Meeting (a Church Group that organised fund raisers) so the Vicar was with them. 

I can't recall how I told my Dad, what I actually said .... but I was still calm - actually still being quite brilliant with Jess - because of course my brain was protecting my heart ...... I was most definitely numb.

Then Mum, Dad, the Vicar and my brother and his fiancée arrived. There was a lot of discussion, soul searching, condolences and comforting. I was still doing OK ...I cried even ..... but the brain really is remarkable in providing this cushioning effect .......

However, the body isn't as efficient ..... oh no ... there was no fooling my internal processes .... after about half an hour when everyone but my Mum had gone ....... I exploded - literally !

I purged myself completely .... both ends (too much information?)

I could not stop throwing up ...... not your normal, everyday sickness but just constant and violently emptying my stomach until I was heaving with nothing coming out - as I said before, that "punch to the stomach feeling" was real - I am sure there is a medical term for it and it is related to shock but needless to say - I WAS  a complete mess - my stomach was reacting !!!

My Mum took over and was the heroine of the night (and many days and nights afterwards) She was obviously concerned for me because she had seen me sick many times before but not like this ... I cannot describe how different this was ... but she knew it was, so called the doctor for out of hours help .... but no-one was available

I was actually quite glad about that later on because it would have been too easy to take a pill and forget ... and that's how addiction can start !

So she took over with Jess - she sorted out Daniel (who had his jabs Wednesday morning so was having a bad night) - she left me in the bathroom a sobbing, heaving wreck, as she could do nothing for me but place a duvet over me to keep me warm 

She did all this, while dealing with her own shock and grief for Mark's death. While being seriously worried for her daughter and while being concerned for her grandchildren. She calmed Jessica to sleep and was just an absolute rock !

I don't remember much more about that night - I do recall telling myself over and over again like a mantra that he would not have felt any pain because it was instant - that there was no point in getting angry (one of those 5 stages of grief you go through) and that I had to cling on to my memory of the day - those moments I mentioned in my "This Day" blog - as they would be so important to me to remember how he was and how happy we actually were ...... on that last day.

I did sleep eventually - I really don't know how and it all became a blur ----- I think at one point I did end up downstairs with Jessica.....  but I cannot even remember waking up as such ..... I just "came to" on the bathroom floor ...with a duvet wrapped around me.

As I woke ...... I heard Mum ........... downstairs sorting the kids out - getting breakfast - and giving the best sort of support possible - letting me get on with it but being there to guide, advise, prompt and be practical with the kids. Keeping everything as normal as possible for them - so we could brace ourselves for the long, hard road ahead.

Health Warning

My last post prompted several comments on facebook. All were lovely, supportive and caring. Most of them actually made me cry, feeling blessed to have such good friends and family.

One friend in particular mentioned that she had read the blog at work and it had bought a tear to her eye. That prompted me to state I should put up a "Health Warning" before my next few posts ...... as I do intend to continue with the immediate aftermath of the impact of Mark's death ..... not just on me and the children ..... but on others who took that journey of grief.

Now ... part of this warning is to say to everyone whom I love ....DO NOT WORRY ABOUT ME!

I am fine ...... I am not wallowing, not looking for sympathy, not unduly sad. In fact - it is precisely because I AM OK .... that I can now write this.

I had always intended to write at some point about the experience .... awful as it was/is. I wrote my diary during the grieving process and had done this partly to express myself in a cathartic way and also to pass on the experience. This is not a new experience - even at school, there was a girl in the year above me who's Mum died when she was 5 - and my best friend for several years - Debbie - had an older and younger sister who were around the same age as my children, when their Dad died

However, in my case, to get a perspective ... you need to understand that this was 20 years ago.

There was no Road Victims Trust, no Victim Support, no CHUMS (Child Bereavement Service), no Widowed and Young, AND NO INTERNET. Even mobile phones were still referred to as car phones and, at the time of the accident, only one of the 6 people travelling with Mark had a car-phone! So my grief and that of those around me was quite insular - we could not "look up" the 5 stages of grief on the internet to see if what/how we were feeling was "normal" (NOT that there is a "normal" process to grief). 

I did at one point call Bedford CRUISE bereavement care ......... they were unable to help ...... not that I could blame them ....they were a community of older widows supporting each other with coffee mornings and events relating to those of retirement age. They sent a lovely lady who must have been around 70 to sit with me one morning ....... she chatted with me about some of the feelings I may come to experience but, after about half an hour with the children running around us, she said "I am so sorry my love ..... I just don't have the words to say to help you and your children"

So that was that !

Nowadays I could join some of the support groups like WaY (Widowed and Young) or ask CHUMS for advice or guidance with the children ...or generally just do a Google search and I am sure I would find some online source of help or information. NOT that this lessens any of the grief. I would still be distraught. BUT what it perhaps would have done would have been to have relieved those who were "caring" for us. 

One of the best healers is talking. Talking it through out loud. Talking about the event. Talking about how unfair it all is. Talking about your anger. Talking about how you are going to cope.

Thankfully I had such fantastic family and friends they were all there for me, but others may not be in that position and the new groups I mentioned can be of some help. . 

Another healer is humour ..... yes even in grief .... humour really can release the stress ...... and again ... I had the sort of friends and family that found humour in the weirdest places and the strangest things that kept us all sane (like my Granny being so angry she wanted to kick a cat ...and no ...she would not have actually done it ...it was just the way my Mum told me that had us in stitches!). 

The children also need to simply continue with as much "normality" as possible - and again - friends and family would take them to the park, take them out for a day trip or just keep them occupied for me while I did some of the awful paperwork or bureaucratic stuff that comes with the death of a spouse.

So ... like I say .... the next 3, 4 maybe 5 posts will be about Mark and that fateful day. 

It has clouded my life but it has not kept the sunshine away .......... I am happily re-married (although Greg frequently drives me nuts  but he says that's his job !) I am negotiating the new path of being a Nana and nearly empty nester (as some of my blogs note) and let's face it - most people's lives have equally been clouded with some event that has caused distress and pain - divorce, the death of parents, illness, money worries, job security worries.

We all have our crosses to bear and I am glad that I was able to bear this cross, with all the support I had ... because if not ..... I would not have been the one married to Mark ..... and having our children and  the 10 years I had with him ...... were worth it all.