He Tried To Shield Me From The Pain… But, It Was Inside Me

TOMMY…My Very Real Child











He Tried To Shield Me From The Pain… But, It Was Inside Me
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Yesterday evening, I became overwhelmed by such deep grief.  I was in the kitchen when it happened.  I felt it happening inside myself… the familiar ‘fluttering of butterflies’ in my stomach… I tried to pretend it ‘wasn’t there’.
Then… the sensation became like birds trapped in a cage, desperate to escape.  Their wings fluttered wildly as I… began to feel that ‘panicky’ feeling.  I put my hands to cover my eyes as tears began to fall… my heart felt like it was breaking.
I began to cry softly… I felt Skip’s arms go around me… trying to shield me from the pain… but, the pain was ‘inside me’.
For a few moments… all the protection I had built around myself ‘slipped away’.  I stood there in the middle of the floor with nothing to buffer the pain… I cried quietly… like a child, while Skip held me.  I never do this in front of Skip… nor anyone else.
My grief is very private… something I try not to let touch other people’s lives.  I didn’t mean to let Skip see me… I ‘shut it off’ as quickly as I could… he can’t bear to see me hurting… and I can’t bear to cause him pain.
The trigger for this was earlier when we were in Walmart… a young father was pushing a child in the shopping cart, and trying to keep his young daughter from running off.  He was scolding her, trying to get her to follow him.
During all this, I could see just his back… that blonde hair, and as he turned his head, I could ‘see Tommy’.  The shape of his head… his skin…
When this happens to me… it’s when I realize that all I do is ‘pretend everything’s alright’… when the pain is still there; will be there always.  I walk around like a ‘happy-colored’ bottle of bubbly champagne, tightly corked…. always happy, no sadness… doing just fine.
No one knows how fragile I am… the only thing that separates me from my pain, grief… is the cork.  All it has to do is to pop out from the pressure… there the grief comes bubbling, pouring out… but, not in a happy way… it hurts so bad.  I forget what’s around me; I don’t see, hear anyone around me.
It’s like ‘for a little while’ I can be alright… until the next time… deal with it until the next time…. pretend again that it’s alright again.  I will do this repeatedly until the day I die… if you’ve never lost a child… there’s no way you can possibly understand.
This is one of the games of Life… when a loved one dies… see how long you can go before you break down again.  Hey, world… see how good I’m taking the death of my child… everything is going to be alright.  Hey… look at me, I am the model of a grieving mother who is taking the death of her son… so good!  It’s not so…
Then, it happens again…. and yet… again.  I keep trying to cope with it… this is a never-ending cycle.  Pain, grief… cry, panic… to finally reach the point of accepting ‘all over again’ that I won’t ever see my ‘very real’ child again.
I have to ‘find that damn cork’ again… ‘fight like hell’ to seal the bottle of bubbly champagne back up.  Hold that pain, grief back before it destroys me.  Sometimes, I feel like crying to the heavens, and just say ‘I give up, it hurts too bad; I just can’t accept Tommy’s death’…
I don’t go around screaming, weeping, making a scene, it’s never been ‘my way’.  But… I feel like it… I don’t.  I feel like it… I just don’t.
I become so weary, tired from my burden of pain… the only thing to help it is to go to sleep… wake up to a new day.  I’m always much better when I wake up… I’m stronger.  I can …begin again.
Reaching the point knowing everything is going to be alright… until the next time… only to come to this point again… and again… again.  Over and over… over and over… the pure grief never ends.
Skip happened to be close by when it happened this time… he tried to shield me from the pain… but, it was ‘inside’ me.



16 thoughts on “He Tried To Shield Me From The Pain… But, It Was Inside Me

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  2. Oh Gloria, your words are my words. It is so darn hard. The only place I show/share my grief is on my blog. I wish we did not have to go through this excruciating pain. Lots of hugs and well wishes my friend!

    • Thank-you, Tersia. Thank-God, we do have our blogs, and each other as friends. It means the world to know we have a place to come to. Know that I think of you, of your grandsons, also. Love, Gloria

  3. Oh my dear friend, what can I say? Nothing…nothing in words to convey my heartfelt sympathy. Nothing that would comfort. But…for whatever it may be worth, here is what I believe, in my heart of hearts: your son was reaching out to let you know he was with you in spirit…he arrived PRECISELY at the moment your eye caught a glimpse of the young father in the Wal-Mart. It was as close to re-materializing in a human physical form that he could manage. Why? Because he was feeling homesick for you, missing you terribly, needing his mother at that very moment. He is no doubt acutely aware of what you are struggling to bear as you grieve his death. Like a glass wall that serves as the divider between his world and yours, separating the physical and the spiritual, yet still allowing us to have a connection, for this time. The connection is the comfort and consolation of knowing we have not forgotten or been forgotten as we transition through the ‘waiting period’ on either side of the glass wall. We know that one day that glass barrier will be broken, and it will cease to be what keeps us apart, as we finally reach our own physical death. So what we might perceive as a burden of despairing grief and painful longing for the day we can be reunited, may actually be a gentle reminder of hope for that promised day…to keep us going until then. The triggers which bring the tearful tides are the reminders of the joy and happiness in our memories, of the time we had on earth, but are also reminders that the best is yet to come, surpassing any joy we’ve ever known. God has promised us this and more. Keep the faith, until then, my dear friend. Rejoice in that promise.

      • Oh…but it IS. What would all this earthly pain and suffering, joy and sorrow, love and loss be FOR if not that? There is a purpose and design for our creation & existence. It is TRUE. If it didn’t you couldn’t know love or sorrow, grief, or loss. They wouldn’t mean anything, we wouldn’t mean anything….

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