Death of a Parent Faith Grief

What To Offer The Grieving

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Written by Traci Rhoades

There is an unfortunate truth. The best way to empathize with a person going through something is having gone through it yourself.

I can’t shake this fact. My cousin and his wife lost a newborn baby recently. Mere weeks before the actual due date. Their daughter was scheduled to join her three older brothers later this summer. A baby they held for only minutes.

That sucks. Living miles and miles away, I don’t know what to say. I have nothing wise to offer. A recitation of my doctrinal beliefs doesn’t touch this couple’s wounded heart.

I have seen people offer condolences on their Facebook wall. By far, the most heartfelt, healing posts have been from those who have been there.

Where have you been? None of us want to go through the ugliness of life to emerge the comforter. Yet that’s often the way of things.

I did go through something. I lost my father when he was 55-years-old. Tragically. He went too soon and the circumstances surrounding his death were questionable.

But I don’t want to write about that. Personal family history. Truths that impact more than just me.

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

 – Ernest Hemingway

Then, God reminded me of this truth I’ve learned. The best way to empathize with a person going through something is having gone through it yourself.

There is more to the story. About the people who walked my dad’s death with me. I have walked through the grief of an untimely death. And I remember well those who helped me. Even though they probably didn’t realize it. One gentleman in particular.

My dad had a childhood friend named Stephen. They grew up on the same street. Sowed wild oats together as teens. Years later, I grew up creating my own memories with Stephen’s children.

He was my first choice as a pallbearer at my dad’s funeral. They didn’t always see eye to eye but that afternoon when my brothers and I sat in the funeral home planning the memorial service, I thought back on a person who had walked every stage of life with my dad and Stephen came to mind. I needed him included in this chapter too.

We had a visitation for my dad. I can’t tell you much about it. So many faces, hugs, handshakes. I am thankful for the crowd but when you are grieving, much of it is a blur.

The few things you do remember settle deep into your heart memories though. You never, ever forget.

Stephen stood in line waiting his turn to express his condolences to me and my brothers. (Being newly divorced after 27 years of marriage, my mother lingered somewhere off stage right, not knowing her place.) When it was his turn in the receiving line, he gave me a full embrace. And whispered these words in my ear:

This isnt right. Well find whoevers involved with this.

Very mobesque. Almost surreal. Even though there was no need for revenge, those words meant everything to me.

These are the sentiments I remember. Those who expressed how unfair the situation was. My aunt who left the funeral home in tears because the grief was too much.

My co-workers, three states away, who could not have understood my family dynamics. Yet they refused to even consider me coming back to work until I had fully laid my dad to rest. As if that could happen in a few days’ time.

We go round and round discussing the best way to walk through grief with someone. What should we say? Should we say anything? Here’s what I know. Sit in the silence with someone. Don’t try to solve anything. Swap stories. Sharing verses is beautiful but sharing your opinion is not. Let them scream at you – at God. Give them time. Don’t forget or ignore them. That’s what I can offer my cousin and his family. Even from a distance.

Leave the trite cliches at the door. We’d rather feel your touch, see you sitting in a chair.

The human spirit is resilient. Offer your support then get yourself out of the way and let God do His work.

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About the author

Traci Rhoades

My name is Traci. I live in southwest Michigan, somewhere in a triangular section connecting Kalamazoo and Grand Rapids with all things Lake Michigan. My husband and I parent one daughter. We have dogs, cats, ducks, pigs and chickens. Their number is always changing, as farm animal counts tend to do. I enjoy watching sports, reading, cooking and all things Bible study. I am a writer. When I first started blogging, I wondered about what unique voice I could bring. I’ve landed on this one line: A country girl goes to church.

  • It is hard to know what to do or say when someone experiences such a loss. Thank you for sharing from your difficult experience. Hopefully we can all take the things you learned and use it to help others.

    • It’s not something any of us want to talk about but if we can learn from one another, it helps make the grieving experience mean something. Thanks for reading Kelly.

  • Thank you for sharing. I’m also a daughter whose father died unexpectedly – it’s been 30 years. I was still a girl, and I wish I had known my dad as an adult would, however I’m continuing to choose to trust God’s decision to take him at that time. No words would have made it better, but I still have a clear memory of those who surrounded us during our grieving.

    • I’m fascinated by what we remember. For me, it’s the kind faces. The extra tight hugs. Those people that shared in my loss. Thanks for your thoughts here Lori.

  • Bonnie Lyn Smith

    So timely (I just lost my father under slightly different circumstances, but traumatic all the same)…thank you so much! You really captured it. I love this! You are going to help so many sharing this because it’s so relatable and approachable and perhaps even a relief to those who don’t know quite what to say or do. Blessings from #EspressosOfFaith!

    • Bonnie Lyn, I’m sorry for your loss. We never stop missing our daddies. I’m glad to hear this helped you and I do pray it reaches out to others. There are a lot of real ways we can help the grieving.