By Still Standing Contributor Angela Miller of A Bed For My Heart
If you’re a bereaved parent, you can probably count on at least five hands the number of phrases you wish people would never, ever say to you.
If only there were a way for the world to learn how to speak compassionately to the brokenhearted.
What many people believe is a comforting statement, most often is not.
It usually feels more like a slap in the face.
A swift punch in the gut.
An uncontrollable need to vomit.
Or all three at once.
There seems to be a large gap between intention and what’s being communicated to those of us who are hurting.
Here are 6 Things to Never Say to a Bereaved Parent:
1. Time heals all wounds. Last I checked in my journey of trekking through the unimaginable; time hasn’t been working any overtime hours “healing” me.
And even if on some far away planet time does heal all wounds, it doesn’t make it helpful or comforting to hear when suffering in a ditch. Alone.
Without much hope or a rope. Time can help soften and change some of the sharpness of grief, but time alone doesn’t heal.
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Time + focused intention can create a current in the direction of healing, but triple underline this: Not all wounds heal, no matter how much time passes.
Not every wound turns into a scar. Not all suffering ends in this lifetime.
Try instead: What would feel healing/helpful to you right now? ~ Is there any way I can help carry your burden? ~ What do you need most today? ~ I am with you. Always.
2. Let go… Move on. You’d feel better if you let go/move on… You’re hanging onto him too much, that’s why you’re so sad… If you’d just let go, you could start living again…
Anything that implies “get over it” will only add more unnecessary pain and hurt to a bereaved parents’ already gaping, oozing wounds.
What on earth is left for grieving parents to “let go of” when they’ve already lost the most precious treasure of their entire life to death?
We’ve already been forced to let go of someone who we would’ve given our own life to keep.
The only thing we have left to hold onto is our child’s memory and our abiding love for him or her. And in doing so, we courageously move forward but never do we move on.
Try instead: Hold on to me. I’ll walk with you every step of the way. ~ No matter how painful, I’ll be with you every breath you take apart from your child. ~ Tell me about your beautiful child. What was he like? What do you miss the most?
3. Have faith. If you’d have faith, this wouldn’t hurt so badly… If you had a strong faith like I do, you wouldn’t still be grieving like this… If you’d trust God, you wouldn’t be suffering so much…
Guess what? Grief is not indicative of a lack of faith. Ever. So stop playing the faith card in an attempt to comfort someone who is suffering the worst human pain IMAGINABLE.
Having faith doesn’t make the fact that our child was robbed from us far before her time any easier or more bearable. And it certainly doesn’t make it hurt any less, or make us feel more supported.
Related: Don’t Tell Me God Is Good
All it does is make it more probable that someone might feel like punching you in the face.
Furthermore, it shames a bereaved parent into thinking– Wow, if only I had more faith I wouldn’t hurt so much. What am I doing wrong?— which I hope is the exact opposite message you intend to send.
Try instead: I love you. ~ What is it like to keep living without your child.
4. Everything happens for a reason. No. It doesn’t. Sometimes the most horrible, cruel, unimaginably awful things happen to the best, most amazing, incredibly loving people on the planet.
And guess what? Sometimes life just plain doesn’t make sense.
There is no reason good enough in all of heaven and earth that my son is buried underground while my feet continue to walk the earth.
I get that most people say this in an attempt to make sense of what is senseless, but instead let’s state what is true: It makes no *bleepin’* sense at all.
Children should never, ever die before their parents. The truth is, witnessing the suffering of others might crack you open– possibly wide open.
Let it. It’s supposed to.
It’s in the cracking that our hearts can offer empathy and right support instead of false platitudes, unwelcome advice or a severed relationship that provides no comfort to your hurting loved one.
Try instead: I’m so sorry. It’s just not fair. ~ There’s no good reason this happened. You don’t deserve this pain. I wish I could take it away from you. ~ It breaks my heart to see you suffering. ~ This is complete bullshit. I’m so sorry.
5. At least. Any sentence starting with at least should never be spoken to a bereaved parent. Never. Ever.
“At least she didn’t suffer… At least he died young… (??!!!) At least you can have more children… At least you got as long as you did with her… At least it was quick and painless… At least you were blessed to have him at all.”
There is no at least in childloss. None.
If you want to support your loved one in the best way possible, keep “at least” out of your conversations with her.
Try instead: I miss him too. I wish he were here with us. ~ What’s your favorite memory of her? ~ What helps you feel closest to him when you miss him the most?
6. Be thankful. Be thankful you can have more children (newsflash: not everyone can!)… Be grateful for your living children… Be thankful you had her at all.
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Telling someone who has lost more than you can ever imagine being thankful, is like slapping her in the face instead of hugging her. Seriously. Don’t do it.
You better believe any bereaved parent in the world could school you in the art of being thankful.
We’re grateful for each precious moment we were blessed to have our child, and this gratitude for every single blessed moment is what keeps our heart beating.
And if we do have other living children, you better believe we’re thankful to the nth degree for the children we still have, but that doesn’t take away the lifelong pain of living without one (or more) of our precious children.
Try instead: I’m thankful for you. ~ I’m grateful for your child. ~ I’m thankful for our friendship. ~ I’m thankful to witness your courage and bravery and strength.
Last week I read a quote that sums up this one quite nicely:
“Before you tell a grieving parent to be grateful for the children they have, think about which one of yours you could live without.”
Enough said.
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Image credit: Angela Miller
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Gladys says
I just found this site through a posting on FB.
My daughter Kerri, 28 passed on June 28 and my son James 27 passed on November 23, 2011.
Diane Blackburn says
I don’t know you but I feel your pain. I am so sorry anyone had to go through all of that. Prayers for you and your family.
Danielle Labram says
So sorry for your losses. So aweful, I can’t begin to imagine. May you find some peace.
Deborah Marie Klekamp says
Dear, whenever I think of Sara, the loss of her…..however, only a few people have stilled my heart. Your loss has absolutely paralyzed me heart. So wish with my entire soul I could walk with you, in silence, holding hands.
Marlene Childers says
The loss of a child will live in your heart as long as you live. Help to keep you upright and moving is so precious. The horror of a Mother losing a baby is the worse loss but there are grandparents and mother of the mother who have a crack deep in her heart too . I have been there and a hugs and quiet support is all except your continuing love and praise that they are a good parent and that you are proud of their life
Kathleen Lee says
Thank you Angela
Your words are a healing balm to my broken heart. I lost my middle, most needy child
Nicholas on June 3 of this year, from a cerebral hemorrhage due to an AVM. He was only 35 and I found him. Although I have family, the only place I can grieve openly is at my Compassionate Friends meeting once a month. No one else can possibly know the deep abyss of pain I’m in.
Fran McPhie says
My son would of been 36 year’s young Aug.2nd. He went to be with our Lord in 2007. I have never been the same person. Part of me died with him.