When you can no longer explain, ask why or say goodbye

Finding closure after people have died.

Within hours of hearing that his long-term friend was dying, the late Leonard Cohen sent Marianne Ihlen a letter. What when people die before we can explain, ask why or say goodbye?

🌱 Talking about dying

Talking about death and dying is not always easy. Yet it is important and does help – with living. The two go together – the yin and yang of our existing.

Even before the global coronavirus pandemic, I thought a lot about frailty, mortality and death. I don’t find this depressing or worrying. On the contrary, I find it uplifting and empowering.

My treatment for cancer has also left me with greater appreciation for the fragility of life.

One minute you are ok, the next helpless and frail.

🌱 Dying without a Good Bye

We all know of stories, where people are said to have held on for others to arrive (or leave?), for dates and events to pass before they let go and die.

With predictable regularity do we read articles about the very same topic at the beginning of each year, with a spike in deaths in January, which is not just down to the cold season.

Sometimes I wonder, who I would like to be there or not, when it is my turn to die.

And I also think about the people, who have died, without me having had a chance to say goodbye, or sorry, or you are forgiven, or I love you, or to ask why….

1. My Father

I could not say goodbye to my father, who died unexpectedly in hospital, alone, the night before the day he was due to be discharged.

We had trouble speaking with each other in a way that was open and meaningful.

I know it pained us both, and sometimes I had to cut through it all by hugging him, or just holding his hand, briefly. He was a troubled man, all his life, and that troubled us. It still troubles me, and 3 years on, I am still struggling to make peace and say goodbye.

What I wish my father had taught me about death and dying

2. A Close Friend

The other person who comes to mind, is someone who meant a lot to me once. But things were not meant to be.

Actions speak louder than words, and his actions never delivered what the words promised.

We met in 1992 and did not see much of each other for some years. Then we did not see anything of each other for nearly a decade.  When I was ready to reach out again, to say something, anything, to make peace, I was not ready to make direct contact, yet. I googled his name, and the first item that came up was his obituary.

3. My Therapist

The third person is my former therapist, who accompanied me for many years through a lot of introspection, changes, my own therapy training and so much more.

When I told him about the lump I had found in my breast, he did not flinch. I knew then ‘I can do this and face my cancer.’

You could not make it up, but during the time of my cancer treatment, he became ill, was unable to support me, and 5 months later he died, of cancer. 

Therapists are mortals, too.

Letter to my dead therapist

🌱 Looking back – what if?

Three people I would like to reach out to and make peace with before I die, have gone before me. They are dead.

No more explanations. But I am taking their memories with me into every new day.

There are consequences to whatever we do and say and what we do not do or say.

To die in peace, we need to make peace – with ourselves, and others, including the dead. 

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🌱 Coronavirus bereavement and grief

Losing someone to COVID19 brings a lot more challenges to bereavement and grief. I have written a separate article on this topic HERE.

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Image courtesy of ulleo.

(Based on an article published by Huffington Post and The Real Us.)

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