tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642550125222935184.post6926966479550369409..comments2023-09-26T01:28:50.627-07:00Comments on The Reluctant Grandmother: I Didn't Tell a Friend -- Maybe Because She Wasn'tAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07476231877986366916noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642550125222935184.post-30294744630748536212014-01-14T19:37:04.082-08:002014-01-14T19:37:04.082-08:00Oh, Angela, this is a story that has repeated itse...Oh, Angela, this is a story that has repeated itself for generations and is yet to come for many more...<br /><br />All of us who have gone through the death of a child have faced this situation in some form or another. What I have come to realize 23 years after my child's death is that some people just don't know how to talk about death, and just as many are afraid of it. When you add in the loss of a child, it becomes so incomprehensible to some, even those that we consider to be our closest friends, that they just cannot bring themselves to discuss it...<br /><br />Sometimes these people are afraid for themselves (that they will break down in public), some times they are afraid for us, the grieving (that they will cause us to breakdown and thus face embarassment or more pain) and sometimes they truly, truly, just don't konw what to say or where to begin...<br /><br />I have friends and family who still, 23 years after my son's death, will not speak a word when my husband or I mention his name... What I have had to come to terms with is that it's not that they don't care, it's just that they don't know how to care...<br /><br />All my very best to you and yours in the days and months ahead... (and a few hugs, if you're a hugger!)<br /><br />Yours in healing...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03508292499328554834noreply@blogger.com