Unfinished Business

As we approach the 8^th anniversary of Mandy’s death (which is unbelievable to me), I have been thinking a lot about why grieving parents seem to struggle so much to move forward. Or, more accurately I suppose, why I have struggled so much to move forward since Mandy's death. I have come to the conclusion that the death of a child not only creates a void that can never be filled by anything or anyone else, it also causes a parent to forever have this sense of unfinished business. 

When our children don't outlive us, the circle of life has been violated. After all, aren’t parents supposed to die first? We hope and expect our children to grow up to be productive members of society and to make a difference in this world, so I think anytime that natural order is interrupted, it changes us in ways we could have never fathomed. We have to grieve for so many things.

• We grieve the loss of Mandy's physical presence. No more hugs, no more "I love you's", no more laundry (yes, we even grieve that!)
• We grieve for Matthew, who not only lost a sibling but also a close friend and confidant.
• We grieve every milestone Mandy didn't reach, especially as we watch Matthew and her friends reach them.While our pride is not diminished in Matthew, our hearts ache because Mandy is not with our family to share the joy we all feel in those accomplishments.
• We grieve the loss of our hopes and dreams that will never be fulfilled for Mandy.
• We grieve the son in law we will never have.
• We grieve the grandchildren that we will never have.
• We grieve for the grandchildren we will have because they will never know "Aunt Mandy".
• We grieve the sudden shift in the dynamics within our family unit. Matthew became an only child instead of the baby. We became the parents of an only child instead of 2 children. There was suddenly no longer a need to divide our time between two kids pulling us in two different directions. There was more money because there were now three of us instead of four to feed, clothe and educate.
• We grieve because sometimes, we can’t speak freely about Mandy. In the years since she died, Mandy has become the elephant in the room that no one wants to bring up. There is the constant fear that we have talked too much about Mandy, or maybe not enough. And then there's the group of people around which we can't really talk about Mandy at all because it just upsets them too much and we must respect their feelings.
• We grieve because as much as we would like to be the same, we have been forever changed. We aren't the same parents and it hurts us to know that we have hurt Matthew by being different. I can't be the same wife that David had before Mandy died anymore than he can be the same husband; truly, we are transformed in ways that we don't even realize or understand. It takes time to adjust to new personalities and new dynamics that are constantly changing in the midst of such profound grief.
• We grieve because we don't know how to answer the simple question, "how many children do you have"?
• We grieve everytime we meet someone new and realize that this person doesn't even know Mandy existed.
• We grieve because because we failed to protect Mandy as parents are supposed to do.
• We grieve every single time we failed Mandy, over and over again, because we can’t ever say we are sorry.

The death of a child forces us to close a chapter in our lives that we do not want to close. We fight, claw and scratch to keep from closing it, feeling as though we are somehow abandoning our responsibility to love and nurture Mandy as long as we are alive to do so. We will never stop being Matthew's parents, so why is it that people expect us to stop parenting Mandy, or at least trying to in some way? Continuing to “parent” a dead child looks different for all of us....honoring their memory through scholarships, or cemetery flowers, or little memorials at those special life events at which they should have been present. We become unreasonably attached to their ‘stuff” or their favorite colors or put little stickers on our cars and carry bracelets on our key chains. We build “shrines” in our homes to them, or sometimes instead we take down all their pictures and pack away all their things because we can’t bear to look at them. We become passionate advocates for causes they believed in or causes somehow related to their death. We obsess about whether the flowers still look OK at the cemetery, and why we can't get the grass to grow on their graves. We have to go to the cemetery on special occasions, even though we know they aren’t really there. We will talk to anyone who will listen about them when we know that we safely can, but not utter their name when we sense that it makes you uncomfortable. We hang on to cash register receipts and post it notes with their handwriting on them because we will never see that again. We cherish every memory, story and photograph that someone shares that we have never heard before. We even, sometimes, without meaning to do so, make that child into a "larger than life" human being that is a long way from being the real person that they actually were. We struggle to live in the present sometimes, because the present is simply incomplete without Mandy. Through all this emotion and turmoil, we do our best to move forward, cherishing the time we have with Matthew, Caroline, and each other, celebrating each milestone with them, yet living each day with the overwhelming fear that something will take one of them from us, too.

I wish that David and I could accept and reconcile the thought of no longer being Mandy's parents, but I think that's a quest that will go on for many years to come. This sense of "unfinished business" will likely last a lifetime. It may change and morph along the way but I doubt it will ever completely subside. My only hope is that others whom we love will know and understand that this doesn't in any way diminish our love for them or their importance in our lives in both the present and the future. Our hearts are big enough for everyone, both living and dead.