My 10 Secrets to Survival After Losing A Child

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve heard…

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“I would go crazy if I were you.”

“I couldn’t survive losing my child,” not to mention the comments many say quietly to themselves, secretly thankful it wasn’t their child. Let’s be honest.  I know many of you suffering through grief have heard similar things and more. Hearing these words makes a grieving soul cringe with pain.

We didn’t choose this life, yet what are we supposed to do when we are face to face with our worst nightmare?

No matter what your grief is let me tell you, yes you can survive. And no, it’s not all sunshine and roses, it’s a dark, lonely, road less taken, but believe it or not, it is possible to come out on the other side.

So how did I survive all these years?  At the time, overcome with despair, loneliness and heartache, I honestly didn’t think I would make it. Many times it felt like the end. However, looking back six years later, I can see clearly what led me to where I am today.

It’s not been easy and at times is still difficult, but in the early years, in addition to a very few close friends, let me share with my secrets to survival after losing my daughter.

1) First and foremost, initially the only thing you can do is to breathe.   Breathe and take things as they come, one minute and one day at a time. The first day, night, weeks and months after Lydia died it was physically hard for me to breathe.  Getting up to get a drink of water was a turnoff and seemed like way too much effort for someone like me. I would get so exhausted and could barely get off the couch those first few weeks. I even went to the doctor thinking something was seriously wrong with me due to my shortness of breath.  Come to find out, it was just the stress and anxiety of a grieving mother.

Learning how to breathe over again literally took all the energy I had. All too often I would find myself forgetting to breathe as I became light-headed and dizzy at the smallest movements. Sounds crazy but I seriously had to make a conscious effort and remind myself to take in that oxygen!

It’s important to take deep breaths to ease your anxieties and calm the soul. If this was all I could concentrate on and accomplish during a day, I soon learned that it was okay. When we are struck with such trauma from our loss, day-to-day tasks are nearly impossible.  And you know what? It’s okay to let the house go. The pile of clothes, stack of dirty dishes, unfolded laundry, unpaid bills, overgrown lawn and even the forgotten garbage will always be there. It’s okay, normal, and it happens to the best of us.  Just let it go and breathe.  Once we have this down, the rest will come in time.

2) Secondly, I learned to give it to God.  Absolutely the most important, the key to my survival. When grief is so raw, it’s so easy to become angry with God. We wonder, why He had to take our loved one over and over again, trying to make sense of the senseless. Naturally, we seek answers to life’s most complicated problems. Yet, to avoid a vicious circle of torment, we must learn trust and have faith.

Those first few nights which turned to weeks and months and years, were frightful and strenuous.  If one bystander could have looked in our window as we turned out the lights and lay in bed in the silent darkness, what would they have seen?

They would have seen a mother and father soaked with tears, terrified with another day gone, clutching their surviving child’s hands and as well as each other’s. Bowing their heads and in their trembling voices, they quietly ask God to give them strength to get through another day, to ease their sadness, the courage to be a parent to their only child now, and faith to show them the way.

Seeing the sunrise each new day meant time was moving on and we weren’t. Over the years, the nightly ritual of prayers turned to thankfulness and praise for the time we did have with Lydia, asking God again to guide us as to our new life and mission.

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Lydia’s Hand.

God has done amazing things and has been the foundation in which our marriage and family has survived.  Hope became the catalyst to surviving this new life we had been given.

3) Next, for me it was crucial to make connections with others who had lost a child, for they are the only ones who truly knew the true journey. As for any loss, connecting and meeting with those who have similar losses can be life changing.

It had only been three weeks since Lydia died and my husband had to pretty much drag me to my first grief support group.  We went to a Compassionate Friends meeting (A future story of its own). Reluctantly, I went and hated every minute of it and didn’t want to go back. Overcome with disbelief and shock, it felt like I was living in someone else’s life, not my own. Very surreal. Who wanted to hear about all the depressing stories of grief, seeing first hand the pain and agony so many are suffering from? Not me.  I couldn’t even handle my own.

But I went back.  Something drew me to them. I wasn’t one to ever talk, as I barely muttered my name the first meeting amidst all the tears.

Yet before I knew it, I felt a strange connection.  I could relate.

Here were all these people who had walked my path and they were still here.  Some barely holding it together, while others paved the path of strength and hope.  This was a group who “got it.”  They knew what it was like to have a birthday or anniversary come around and have no one mention your child’s name. They knew the anguish of sitting alone in the dark, crying hysterically until you have nothing left. The feeling like you have nothing left to live for. They understood the emptiness and pain of a quiet house, no smiles, giggles or laughs, but especially, they knew how deep our love was for our child who died.

Then, upon leaving, I found myself entering a world of people who didn’t “get it.”   Of no fault of their own, they simply hadn’t been there.  I’m sorry but there’s no way to “get it” or to fully understand unless you’ve been there.

Six years later, some of these people I have met who have also suffered losses remain close friends. Absolutely, they came into my life for a reason at just the right time.

4) Next, it’s so imperative that you honor your child’s memory, birthday, wishes, etc. Just honor your child. Yes, even this can be a tough one.

When I went to a meeting early on after Lydia died, people were talking about making birthday cakes for their loved ones no longer with them on their special days. Initially, this struck an odd chord within me and I was appalled that people would do that and thought they were crazy.

Seriously, that’s what I thought.  When Lydia’s birthday came around that first year, I couldn’t bear the thought of having a cake to celebrate her day.  The pain was too great and I believed there simply was nothing to celebrate and how disrespectful of people to do such a thing.

However, as time passed, my thinking changed.

While difficult at first, after two years, the fog slowly cleared and I realized what I was missing out on.  The lightbulb had come on. Of course she should be celebrated!

At the present time, my husband, children and I are about the only ones who recognize her birthday. Yes, it does hurt when others don’t remember, but we can’t expect them all too.  Some may believe it’s too painful for us, or it may be too painful for them, while others believe we should “move on” and “get over it.”

But she was here.  She lived, and you know what, she still has a birthday!

It’s now been six years, and on her birthday each year, we sit as a family and eat her favorite meal, chicken strips with french fries, complete with ranch dressing.  We take turns exchanging memories and stories of our beautiful girl. We will forever celebrate this beautiful day, the day that God blessed us with her.

5)  Find a new purpose in life.  Can you or should you change careers, your focus, or path in life? Absolutely, why not!  After such a devastating loss, I was lost. I didn’t know who I was anymore, but what I did know, was that I wasn’t the same person.  My life was forever different.  I remember, it was 2 ½ years later and I found myself searching for my purpose in life because I didn’t fit in where I was. I was broken and at a standstill.  I prayed incessantly to God to guide me and give me direction in the path I was to take.

I found myself being ineffective at my job, often times welcoming my wandering mind, oblivious to what I was being paid to do.  Yet I had found a whole new empathy and outlook on life that mirrored compassion and understand for those enduring tough times.  Slowly, doors began to open, while some painfully closed, but God was showing me the way.

Losing my daughter opened my eyes to another world.  A world posing the questions, “Why are we here?  What is the meaning of this life we have been given?” Life is too short to not explore your dreams and passions in life.  So, after three years, I ended my career and set off on new adventures. In retrospect, it was the best decision of my life.  A huge weight off my shoulders and a sense of freedom I find hard to describe.  Let’s just say it’s a feeling of freshness, new beginnings, possibilities and hope!

6. Bring joy to others.  Nothing is more fulfilling or rewarding than serving others. Whether it be in a small way or a big way, this can heal you in a way like nothing else.  From feeding the homeless, to sending a short thank you card, to giving a smile to that one person who needed it most.  By making a difference in the life of another human being, you can’t help but notice that it will lift your spirits and give you a sense of worth, pride and healing from the inside out.  Co-founding an organization in memory of my daughter has been an experience like no other.  Being able to reach out to underprivileged children and see them smile has impacted me and my family in an amazing way. How incredible of God to use Lydia to bring sunshine to those in dark places.

7. Share your journey. Reach out to others no matter how difficult.  After feeling compelled by God to share my journey via my blog and memoir, I began writing more and more which has made a remarkable transformation in me.  For sure, apprehensive and scary, yet rewarding and miraculous at the same time.  I’ve made so many new friends and reached deep into the hearts of many that struggled with the same feelings of loss that I had. Learning from each other is priceless.

8.  Slowdown in your life and count those blessings. Yes, take time to smell those roses.  Take time to read a book, go for a walk, play a games, or admire a sunset.  Grief takes us back to the stone ages with no cell phones or internet, like a time warp of dream lands filled with precious memories, heartache, and wishes that we could go back and do things differently.  So when my children accidentally erase my writing on the computer, spill milk all over my papers, color a rainbow of permanent marker on the walls or make a complete disaster out of the house, I try to embrace these silly little inconveniences, as I know it could be worse.

In an instant, we learn what’s really important.  We learn to appreciate the little things.  And you know that saying   “don’t sweat the small stuff,”  that couldn’t be more true!

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9)Keep a journal.  Writing is an integral part of the grieving process for many.  Hesitant at first, for me it started as simple words on sticky notes, thoughts that would rush into my mind that I didn’t want to forget, which then progressed to a few sentences, scriptures, etc., ultimately turning into journaling, blogging and a memoir in progress.

Yet after reading my words back after all this time, a picture has clearly been painted for me, bringing light and understanding, a whole new dimension of life.  Without a doubt I would recommend this to everyone dealing with loss.  You just can’t recognize the value of your thoughts on paper until years later. I promise you won’t regret this!

10) Reading and other distractions.  I read so many books about God, Heaven and the spiritual sense which were immensely helpful, however, one thing I needed was time off and unfortunately, you can’t get a break from this new life. So, especially at night when it was difficult to sleep, I found myself needing an escape.

In addition to those self-help books we all reach for, it is so important to read what I call “mindless” books. You know the ones that are ridiculously meaningless, but transport you to a whole new world and take you places you’ve never been.  I had to stay away from any book that involved death, murder and mystery, but bring on the humorous and entertaining books and I tore through them like a kid through a candy store!

I craved, especially during those dreaded long nights, to go to a world that was not my reality.  It brought relief being able to focus on fictional story and somehow live that life until I was able to fall asleep.  I’m sure I would’ve won some kind of award for reading the most books in a short time if there was one!  If you’re not into reading, other distractions such as painting, building, hands on activities to channel your energy and thoughts can be very therapeutic.

When we’re grieving, we need a break from our reality, as the mind can only take so much before it reaches it’s overload capacity.  Overcome with grief and trauma, I still look forward to my “escapes,” giving me much-needed rest from the heavy weight of my sorrow.

My secrets are now yours. A few helpful tips from a mother whose heart has been shattered to pieces, but with the grace of God, found new meaning, purpose, and valuable connections with others to create a new beginning and live the impossible life.

My heart is a little bigger, my eyes are a little wider, my skin is a little thicker, my body is a little tougher, my mind is a little wiser, and my looks are a little older. But, I am still here. I am surviving. I WILL survive.

I will leave you with this quote I heard while the kids and I were watching Robin Hood the other night.

Treasure each day!

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25 thoughts on “My 10 Secrets to Survival After Losing A Child

  1. Kate @ Did That Just Happen? says:

    I wrote a post not that long ago about a surprise appearance my brother made a year and a half after his passing. And it still amazes me all that God had to set into motion for it to happen. We had the family reunion and someone messed with the ice maker we don’t use and turned on the water. But none of us knew it. Then my parents went on vacation and my sister and I shared housesitting duties. I discovered a puddle in the living room, and after a day and much panic, traced it back to the ice maker. A few weeks later, the kitchen floor starts to warp – because the leak was greater than expected, and we ended up having to pull up the hardwood ourselves because it had become a trip hazard. After we got the warped pieces up and the thermal barrier up, my son goes “There is Uncle Lee”, and we looked, and over 10 years ago, after he had helped chip up the tile in preparation for the wood we just pulled up, he wrote “Lee was here”.

    Fortunately, mom and dad had been in discussions about replacing the floor, they both hated it, but hadn’t picked out the new tile yet. Had there not been a leak, mom and dad would have hired someone to replace the kitchen floor, and the workers wouldn’t have known how very special that message was and probably wouldn’t have even pointed it out!

    So, now, they are thinking of getting a single clear glass/acrylic tile to place over that spot on the concrete, so that we can always see the writing “Lee was here”.

    • Daphne says:

      Kate- What an incredible story. So sorry for the loss of your brother. I didn’t catch your post but am going to go back and read it. How amazing. I absolutely love hearing about stories like these. For sure, no coincidence there. Little surprises when we least expect it are the best. They must get a clear tile to display those remarkable words. Sure touches your heartstrings. Thanks for sharing!Blessings to you!

      • Daphne says:

        Kate- I’m so thankful for people like you who are following along this crazy and sometimes frightening journey. You are such an inspiration and uplifting soul that shows people what life is all about. I’m glad my blog brings you some insight to this mess of grief and I’m sure you were a fabulous big sister..brothers always love their sisters in a special way…I know mine does… 🙂 It seems no matter the age or difference of our loved one, we will be forever carrying them in our hearts with reminders of them everywhere and thats a wonderful thing. blessings to you.

  2. Kori says:

    Another wonderful and eloquent post! You are amazing…and these 10 Secrets To Survival can be used in so many facets of life…
    As always, you are so strong and such an inspiration – you amaze me!!!

  3. Bonnie Noll says:

    Thank you Daphne for writing that. I read your blogs every now and again and think of the loss of my husband when we were both 31. We had a 2 year old at the time, who is now 8. Grief is a hard thing and people really don’t get it until they experience it. It is so important for those of us who have experienced it to reach out to others in whatever way we can. Your #2 has been a strong one for me in my process, you really do have to give all the control over to God. It is not our show, it is His and we just need to await his next move and do the best we can with what we are given.

    Every day is a blessing and we need to love those we have with all of our hearts and efforts. Family is everything and I have been blessed w another family, more children and a 2nd husband, who has coincidently also suffered the loss of his spouse. Attitude is everything. As you know keeping a positive attitude takes effort some days, but is really the only option when you are trying to go on and get past your loss. God Bless you and your family Daphne.

    • Daphne says:

      Hi Bonnie. I am so sorry about your loss. I had no idea and thank you for sharing. Your strength and courage is so admirable. We all have tragedies in our lives but God can sure use them to show us the way. How amazing he brought you and your husband together knowing you have experienced similar losses. I agree, attitude is absolutely everything. Blessings to you and your family. I love seeing pictures of you all. p.s. That’s so funny you remember the pomegranates! My mom still keeps the bowl full! 🙂

  4. Bonnie Noll says:

    By the way, the first time I had pomegranates was at your house when I was in elementary. I remember your mom keeping a big bowl of these strange, delicious red fruits in your kitchen. I too have developed a taste for them. I never knew anyone besides you that ate them. Weird huh??

  5. Grace Grogan says:

    I am first and foremost sorry that you lost a child, but your words will provide hope and inspiration to others. This can also apply to those parents who loose their children to the unjust ways CPS steals children from families. I will be passing this on to someone in need.

    • Daphne says:

      Thank you Grace. These words can apply to many different aspects of grief. I would love for my words to be helpful to others in need. I would be honored if you pass it along…

  6. Alysha says:

    Daphne, I just want to shout YES to all of this. You have summed up ALL the main points of survival not only after losing a child, but after losing anyone close to you. I could so relate to the grief induced exhaustion and inability to breathe deeply. I felt that over and over and sometimes I still do. Thank you for sharing these words, not only for me but for all the others out there in need.

    Blessings
    Alysha

  7. thecookiegal says:

    very nice post. I am almost 4 years into the loss of my son. I do find that that bringing Joy to others helps a lot. I give back to the hospital that he was cared for in, to the kids and the parents. (he had STUPID cancer)

    • Daphne says:

      Thank you so much for finding my blog so I can follow yours as well. We are on this journey together, unfortunately. It may be hard to see initially, but there are little blessings to be found along our path. You are right, giving to others brings such a wonderful feeling and giving to the hospital must mean so much. I’m so sorry for the loss of your dear Alexander. I cannot imagine the pain you went through dealing with such a devastating illness. You are one strong mama and I admire that.

  8. Connie Cox says:

    I totally agree with everything you wrote. God has been & always will be my rock! I have journaled most of my adult life, but after Jason’s accident, it was a huge healing tool for me. I have actually started writing letters to Jason and sharing with him how life is since his passing, but also shared the blessing God has blessed us with….including the amazing 23 years & 8 months we were blessed to have Jason in our lives. I also read every book I could get my hands on concerning death, God & afterlife. I know without a doubt Jason in rejoicing in heaven & I will see him again. It will be 4 years on 4/6 since that horrifying day that changed so many lives, but with God, my family & friends and many, many friends I have never met, I have survived. Praise God!! And yes, Compassionate Friends are a true blessing!! Thank-you for sharing. I know your article will help many family’s on their grief journey.

    • Daphne says:

      Hi Connie, thank you so much for sharing your story and for your kind words. My heart breaks for you that you know the pain of losing a child. I’m so sorry for the loss of your dear Jason. I’m glad you understand how I felt and can relate and that I’m not crazy after all 🙂 It’s pretty amazing what healing writing and sharing with others can bring. I agree, reading helped me so much as did finding others that have been down this road, both were a huge help to me..We can survive, with each other and the grace of God…Blessings are all around us, we just need to be looking. What a feeling to know that our children are in heaven and we will see them again. Blessings to you and your family.

  9. karinsmall says:

    What gives me peace when nothing will is knowing my boys are together! My youngest went home in 95 at 10 yrs. Old. Tragic accident swept him down storm drain where he drowned while his 13 yr old brother watched in horror! Right after losing my mom to cancer in 93. Life was hard but found new love from a man who truly loved me. My oldest son we got to watch grow up and get married. Even tho we went thru rough stuff. My father passed Nov 20 of 07. Almost a ur to the day Nov 19 08 my son his wife and mother in law and his wife’s niece and nephew were on the side of road with a flat. Spare was already on the car. My husband and I went to get them 30 min away. When we got there we saw flashing lights and crazy traffic. My heart fell into my gut like a boulder. Somehow I already knew. A drunk driver hit them going 70 some miles an hr. Mind you they were way on the shoulder. My son and his mother in law were killed. There is so much that goes to this story it dates back to the 90s. But somehow I know my oldest needed so bad to see his brother. It left me so empty for so long. Now I focused on getting back to my hometown. Moved here in sep of 13. Husband had awesome job. Feb first hit his head at work and now has a spinal cord injury but is doing good but will probably never work again. My time is spent caring for h and he is five urs younger than me. Each and every day is a new beginning . material things mean nothing but love faith family friends and music are forever. My boys are safe with their grandparents God and protected. This world is getting Scarry I may get old but I have something to look forward to. This is a journey not the end!!!!!!💟

    • Daphne says:

      Oh sweetie, let me just say, you are one amazing woman. Your hope and faith is such a blessing to others. I’m so sorry for the loss of your precious sons. I could not imagine.We never know why things like this happen, however, our experiences open our eyes and can lead us to God and help be a shining light for others. How wonderful you were able to relocate to your hometown. Having the comfort of family and friends is so important. You are so right, everyday is new and a blessing. I attended the memorial service for my best friend in 2005 who lost her baby and the words of the priest have stuck with me..”We are just passing through this life and he skipped right to the best part, eternity with our heavenly Father.” So true. We have so much to look forward to and being reunited with our loved ones will be the ultimate gift. Thank you so much for sharing. Hugs to you..

  10. jritterbrunson says:

    You are amazing. It must be difficult to share your soul like this, but I know it has touched many lives. You are using your grief to reach the heart of others who are experiencing the same type of grief. Each person’s grief is different, but the thread that runs through it is the same color. Black at first, but then gray. Finally, you can see the world in colors again. That doesn’t mean the pain is gone. It just means you can face life again. P.S. Thank you for following my blog, jeanbrunson.com.

    • Daphne says:

      Hi there. Thank you so much for your kind words. You are so right, everyone’s grief is different but we all have one common thread. I am glad I found your blog. Thanks also for reblogging my post! Many blessings to you.

  11. Janet from FL says:

    I can relate to some of these secrets, as I battled cancer for years, but I lived, and my children are alive, so I can’t really know what you went through. Being different now for the rest of your life, yes I am that too. Counting your blessings, yes I do that each day. Although I’m an avid reader, when I wanted to close out all my thoughts, I would watch a movie. Walking each day holding the hand of Jesus is how I gave it all to God. Sharing your story, yes I started a blog. These are very wise secrets. I’m sure they will help people who find your blog when they are looking for answers. God has blessed me today, by showing me your blog. God is blessing you today as well.

    • Daphne says:

      Hi Janet! Thank you for finding me and sharing your journey with me. I cannot imagine what you went through with cancer but we together do know that giving our trials and pain to God is the key. Your words are inspiring and I am glad to get to know you. I look forward to following your blog as well! Blessings to you!

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