Grieving Process

The loss of an adult child is devastating, just as is the death of a younger child. However, there are differences as to how both the parents react to such losses. In this case the paper focuses on the loss of an adult child and how the parent copes with the situation. The paper will give insight into the situation that precedes the demise of the child such as the trajectory of illnesses. A review on how the parents deal with the loss after it occurs will be discussed as well as the various issues the parent faces. The impact on the parent after the child’s loss will also feature. There will be a summary of the findings, then a section that will give the implications of the research and its importance to the field of psychology, and finally an as well as focusing on the bigger picture of loss with older parents who have lost their children.

The child who died is considered a gift to the parents and family, and they are forced to give up that gift. Yet, as parents, they also strive to let their child's life, no matter how short, be seen as a gift to others. These parents seek to find ways to continue to love, honor, and value the lives of their children and continue to make the child's presence known and felt in the lives of family and friends. Bereaved parents often try to live their lives more fully and generously because of this painful experience.

In America’s current culture death is a taboo subject that many individuals feel awkward talking about. Most individuals feel uncomfortable simply after hearing the word. After facing a death, the large majority of people decide to isolate themselves dealing with their grief alone. Bereavement is a complex feeling of emotions that many people do not know how to face on their own. Each individual goes through the bereavement process differently. Society usually focuses on adult grief, but lack to give attention towards children in these situations. Most people think that children are too young and naïve to feel and understand these emotions about grief. However, this is not the case children actually have complex emotions just like adults. Also children are very curious about death and need attention from adult to gain a full

A Journey in Grief: A Mothers Experience Following the Death of her Daughter by Alice W. Terry describes how the loss of someone so dear to you is unimaginable. When I was thirteen I lost my grandmother. She had been sick for a long time; I remember going to visit her in the hospital many times before she passed. The death of my grandmother was my first and only personal experience with the loss of a family member. Although this reality makes it hard for me to relate to this article at a personal level, I am truly grateful for the health and well being of those closest to me. Only being thirteen at this time, I was old enough to comprehend what had happened but I had not been old enough to truly experience the sorrow of losing someone. When I lost my grandmother, all I remember doing is crying. Although I was expressing emotion and grieving her loss, I do not remember having a conversation about what happened. How was I feeling? What is going through my head? Looking back now, it is frustrating to accept the fact that no one truly knew how to comfort me.

Some individuals may struggle with the grieving process. Poor coping mechanisms can lead to major depressive disorders and even anxiety. Grieving individuals may exhibit signs and symptoms of poor physical health because they stop taking care of themselves. Widows and widowers have 8 to 50 times higher suicide rate than the overall population (Snyder, 2009).

Despicable. A stronger word need to be invented to describe the intense immense suffering Elie Weisel was forced to endure. Grief is a highly complex subject that needs to be sensitively approached like how an adept surgeon would reattach frayed nerve endings. There is no textbook answer that will "fix" things. Each person uniquely responds to grief and trauma. The intensity of grief will often fade over time but there is no guarantee of it disappearing. I would approach Wiesel with these thoughts in mind and would have prayed for the Lord's guidance ahead of time. I would also have a few of my brothers and sisters in Christ praying for Elie as our conversation took place. The first thing I would do is tell him how sorry

Most parent’s greatest fear is the death of a child. The experience each parent or caregiver will be based on the meanings they create through their interactions within their individual experience. Whether it is a something expected or unexpected, each parent or caregiver be offered services through the health care settings or social environments/resources in the community and whether or not these interactions or services meet their needs could affect the bereavement process for the parents or caregivers.

This writer selected this topic on grief because of the traumatic experience of the loss of someone that was the matriarch of the family. Words cannot explain nor can counseling to overcome the experience call grief compare to the sadness and despair that’s felt from this loss. If this writer could have understood how grief

Varley book targets young ages from 4 to 10-year old’s as the topic of death is discussed as moving through a tunnel and gradually gaining back the abilities that were lost with aging and coming to rest as a complete being. The lesson within this story is how cope with the loss of a grandparent or an elderly relative as they age and come to die, and to relive the memories they have left behind to pass on to another. Susan Varley approach to death is very childlike, it allows anyone who reads her book to ask questions about the passing of an individual, such as, i.e., why did they die? Is it okay to feel sad? Is it okay to talk about the person? Is it okay to share memories?

On January 5, 2009 my father pasted away. He and I did not have the typical father-son relationship; we did not have a relationship at all. I presumed that it would have a little if any affect on me. However, as the semester continued, it seemed to get worse. Besides my father’s passing, several weeks later my grandmother was diagnosed with dementia. It was difficult for me to deal with, but it was more difficult for my mother to handle.

In November of 2014 my aunt tragically took her own life. That day I got a tearful phone call from my dad; I could feel his heart breaking as the words came out of his mouth. I held back tears as I drove to his office to be with him, knowing that in this moment I had to be strong for my dad. Together, heavy-hearted, we went and broke the news to my grandparents. During a time of year when most people prepare to gather together with loved ones to celebrate the holidays, my family and I were unexpectedly thrown into a period of mourning. My grandmother asked again and again why Joanie did what she did. I was at a loss for words. I had no answers. I still don’t.

If I were diagnosed with AIDS, I would respond in confusion, and I would probably be asking God, "Why me!" In Lecture 5 it talks about grief being a process that consists of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Everyone experiences the grief process differently ("Lecture 5," 2018). I can see me going through this grieving process, but I know there is hope, and God would not let me go through anything I could not handle. Because of the break in Shalom, there is disease death and suffering ("Lecture 4," 2018). Suffering is a part of life in a fallen world. Some problems are the direct result of a person's sin or the result of evil in this world or something that we have no control over (Shelly & Miller, 2006). Therefore,

The sheer terror of losing a loved one as a child is devastating and often effects the way the child feels for years to come. During the evening of August 27th, 2002 I was making dinner with my grandmother. She was making my sister and me favorite pancakes. I loved spending time with my grandmother, because she always had unconditional love for our entire family. We set the table ate our enormous dinner and then we cleaned up the dishes and proceeded to the couch. While on the couch she supplied me with a snack of popcorn and read to me. After reading the book, my parents, sister and I left the house to go home. Little did I know, as I lay sleeping cozily in my bed, that a phone call would come into my mother, virtually changing the course

The realization that my father, best friend, and mentor had lived his last day became more real. The worst part was the guilt that ate at me from the inside. I was the one that killed my father. As I returned to school, I got pity stares during passing periods, vague exchanges of “I am sorry for you loss” from my peers, and worst of all was whispers from my classmates that I was the one that was driving when the car flipped. When I returned home things were not much better, because my return meant that my mother had to pick herself up and act strong for me. I knew it was an act, and she wanted nothing more than for my father to walk through the front door with our pizza which we ate every Wednesday and his vibrant attitude that followed his entrance. As the days passed, I became a recluse. I became depressed. I never wanted to leave the house because that meant that I had to dress in something other than my father’s old raggedy Hard Rock shirt and I would have to face the rumors and sympathy from all that I encountered. My father’s death impacted more than just me and my mother. His friends no longer had someone to hunt or joke with, and his coworkers no longer had someone to confide in. My father’s attitude was contagious and inspiring to all he

On May 29, 2012 my family picked me up from the ballpark, as I had just gotten off work. Our car ride home was typical, as I explained to them the exciting events of tonight 's baseball game. I did not notice the blank expressions on their face, or how quiet my little sister had been for I was to consumed with my own words. As I made my way to my bedroom my mom trailed closely behind, shutting the door behind her. She asked me to have a seat on my bed, that she had something important to tell me. I began rattling off what I thought she might say, she solemnly shook her head each time until I asked “who passed away”. Tears swelled in her eyes as she moved in closer, I was immediately filled with confusion, instinctively I began spouting out names, until she said “you know your friend, Kim?” I instantly stood up, then as if someone had cut the marionette strings holding me up I hit the floor. Unable to make full sense of the situation I let out a piercing scream. As I layed there detached from reality and unable to accept what was already certain, I found myself denying every heart wrenching detail that followed.