Life, Love and Death

Recently three people close to me died within the space of a month. It’s not the first time someone I know has died, and it will most certainly not be the last.  I am by no means the first person this has ever happened to. I am not unique or special, but I did want to put a few words down, not only to express how I felt in the days and weeks after, but to maybe help anyone who has also suffered the death of a loved one.

Death is a subject many people are averse to talking about. Indeed most people won’t even say the word. Instead they use words like, ‘passed away’ or ‘lost’. They often avoid contact with someone they know has just suffered the death of someone close to them, fearing they won’t know what to say to that person or how to deal with them.

But as the saying goes, there are two things certain in life: death and taxes! Some of us will live to a good old age - like my paternal grandmother who died at 85.  Some die relatively young such as my maternal grandfather, who I never got the chance to meet and who died at 60. Others are very young, like my best friend Hilary, who died when we were at school aged just 15.  There are no answers or reasons and most of the time death seems to make no sense at all and leaves mainly a loss so harsh that you physically feel the pain in your heart.

What I write here is by no means what everyone feels when they suffer bereavement.  Everyone feels different and will cope in their own way – there are no right or wrong ways to grieve, just as there are no right or wrong ways to comfort someone who is grieving.  It takes time and requires patience, kindness and understanding.  I would like to express how I have been feeling lately, and what I personally found helpful and comforting. 

I have recently gone through some of the harshest emotions I have in a long time. The first I felt was shock – numbness, quickly followed by disbelief.  Two of the deaths, and particularly my cousin in Italy were sudden and unexpected, so I found it hard to take in.  This was swiftly followed by an unbelievable sadness and terrible pain. I actually felt physical pain in the pit of my stomach. 

I am not one for crying as a rule, but I began to sob on a regular basis. It got to the point when I wondered when the tears would stop.  I found myself crying mainly at night, but also when out in the supermarket, or when I was running – which was better as because I was sweating too, no one knew I was crying!

Then came the anger - real intense and terrible anger. I wondered why someone aged only 33 would have their life cut short.  I was angry with God, I was angry with the doctors.  I was especially angry that two little children were left without their mummy, a young husband without his wife, and a mother without her daughter.    I also felt guilt.  There was a point when I felt I would gladly have swapped places with my friend Laura who was dying of cancer.  I am not married and don’t have children, and believed she deserved to live more than I did!

The next emotions that gripped me were fear and anxiety, which then led to insecurity and confusion.   I feared that everyone I knew and loved would drop down dead. I wondered if I myself might get ill. My cousin in Italy had leukaemia, which is also what my Italian grandmother had suffered from and what another cousin in the same family had as a child. This scared me. I began to withdraw a little from certain situations, and some people. Physically I didn’t want some people to touch me.  I remember at one of the funerals, someone came up to me and threw his arms around me, as if this would be nice for me – at the time it wasn’t.  One day I think I actually quite upset one person by telling her not to hug me when she greeted me for lunch. 

When people you love and care about leave you in life – whether through death or the breakdown of a relationship you often don’t want to form new relationships for fear that these people you start to care about may leave you too eventually. You start to ‘rubbish’ the friendships you are in already too.  I started to doubt whether people loved me anymore or cared about me.  At first, I found myself not returning people’s texts, or ignoring the phone.  I also found myself irritable with my family and had uncontrollable outbursts of anger towards my mother who is actually the person I am the closest to in my life.  I had periods when I just wanted to be totally alone and for no one to talk to me at all, or ask me how I was – how I was feeling.  But then I had moments when I just really needed a hug and someone to tell me that everything was going to be alright again – that life would get better. I also felt it incredibly helpful and somewhat consoling to talk, as well as listen, to people who had suffered the loss of a loved one themselves.  I didn’t think I would want to talk about it, but with someone I trusted, this was and still is, one of the ways that I am getting through this all.

Someone once told me that grief is the most powerful emotion you will ever feel.  I can vouch for that.  At times it has felt like it has engulfed me, and I have not wanted to be going through it. But in a strange way, I also feel like what I have been through these past 5 weeks or so, and what I am still experiencing, will help me grow stronger and hopefully make me a better more compassionate person. One of the commonest things people say after someone dies is that life is short and that therefore we should make the most of it.  This is so true, but I would add that your outlook on life changes – well mine did.    I don’t want to live with regrets or anger or bitterness. I want to live a meaningful, fulfilling life. I know that I want to spend more time with my family and friends and the people I love and to tell them I love them – so they know! 

Recently I was teaching my baby niece who is also my God-child, to say “I love you”, amusingly she just kept saying “Peppa Pig” (which is her favourite thing of all time at the moment).  She is only 22 months old, but I hope that she grows up feeling loved and that she loves others too.

One thing that was apparent from the funerals that I went to this last month was that they were all so loved by so many people and will be greatly missed.  Although this makes the loss more painful to a certain extent, how wonderful it is that they were.  Some people die without ever knowing the love of another person. 

Life is precious and is over in the blink of an eye.  I think this is the first time I have really understood this.  I thank God for my life so far and for the lives of those people around me, and hope that I am known as a kind and generous person and that my family and friends know how much I love them and that I appreciate their support.


Requiescat in pace Alan, Laura and Melina xxx

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

 Christina Rossetti