The Empty Chair: the journey of grief after suicide
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When a loved one completes suicide, the reaction to such a sudden and final act can sometimes delay the healthy grieving process. This book describes the grief process as it is experienced by a variety of people. In it we address the emotions and expressions of grief common to most people after the death of a loved one, list them in alphabetical order, and offer stories and insights of fellow travelers. We call it the "glossary of oh-my-gods."
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The Empty Chair - Beryl S. Glover
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A SUICIDE IN THE FAMILY…
Time stands still. For a little while or a long while. Whereas the world whispers its regrets and then continues on, our body shuts down. At first, we measure time in breaths. We can’t move, we can’t eat, we can’t think, we can’t hear, we can’t sleep. We feel desperate and disconnected. Disconnected from our loved one in the middle of a sentence. Disconnected from ourselves and our lives. We are in shock, and it may last for two days, two weeks, two months…sometimes even longer.
This book describes the grief process as it is experienced by a variety of people. In it we address the emotions and expressions of grief common to most people after the death of a loved one, list them in alphabetical order, and offer stories and insights of fellow travelers. We call it the glossary of oh-my-gods.
The people who share their stories are making progress and healing a little more each day. Their experiences are a testimonial that beyond the suffocating pain and terrible sadness, there is life and there is hope. This book is about what happens after the initial days of the funeral. It is about what to do when we get up the next morning and everyone has gone home. Home to resume life, leaving us with the staggering task of forging a way to go from where we are—drowning—to returning to some semblance of life as we knew it.
There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.
—Cicero (106-43 BC)
The note on her door said,
Please don’t disturb. I stayed up late doing homework and don’t have a class until 1:00.
We honored our daughter Cathy’s request as she knew we would, notwithstanding the temptation to check in to see whether she was all right. She wasn’t. She was dying a slow death by her own hand.
I listened for her every time I went upstairs that morning. I even noticed that my medication and vitamins were missing from the kitchen cabinet. Curious,
I thought, I wonder who moved them?
Later in the morning, I noticed that her door was ajar, and I heard moaning sounds calling me. I went in and found her rolling on the floor, ghostly white, unable to lie still. Her bed was soaked with blood, a kitchen knife was on the nightstand and there were medicine bottles scattered everywhere. She begged me to open some windows because she couldn’t breathe. I knew as soon as I saw her that she was dying.
Automatic pilot took over. With a composure that belied my terror, I ran downstairs and asked my sister-inlaw to call my husband, Bob, the rescue squad and Cathy’s surgeon. The rescue squad instructed me to hold her slashed wrists so she wouldn’t lose more blood. I ran back to her room and desperately followed those instructions. I knew there was not much blood left in her body, but I was too frightened to do anything else. I was so intent on doing precisely what I was told that I didn’t even take her in my arms—a memory that will always hurt.
The rescue squad was there in five minutes and a police officer shortly thereafter. The medics listened for a pulse. I informed them that I had given Cathy a kidney two years earlier. They asked some questions and then injected her with something. They then moved her onto a gurney and into the ambulance, radioed the Emergency Room and we were on our way.
Bob came home just as help arrived and followed us to the hospital. We were ushered into a small room and attended by some very gentle staff members. Cathy’s surgeon stepped in and assured us that everything possible was being done and he would keep us informed. We waited and talked a little and, shortly, he returned and said simply, I’m sorry. We did everything we could, but there was no hope of saving her.
Time stopped. I couldn’t breathe. Bob began to sob, and I stared at the wall, shocked into silence. Someone softly touched my arm and invited me to cry. The tears would come later. Our beloved, and only, daughter was dead. We had faced such a possibility many times before, never believing that it could happen.
Still on automatic pilot, we thanked everyone and left the hospital clutching one another. It certainly wasn’t the first time we’d left Cathy in a hospital, but it would be the last. Shock relieved us of some of what would soon become indescribable pain as we contemplated the horror of what had just happened.
Driving home alone together—I have no idea how we accomplished that—we started to talk about the immediate questions of funeral directors, churches, the disposition of Cathy’s body and those necessary logistics that we are compelled to address at the end of a life.
Such questions were fresh in our minds for we had lost by brother, John, three weeks earlier to suicide. Chronically depressed and suffering from severe insomnia for more than a year, he had finally taken his own life to escape the pain of yet another depression coming on.
Kevin, the funeral director who handled my brother’s services, was a natural choice for us. We knew Kevin to be an unusually wise and immensely kind professional. We trusted him completely. It was an enormous relief that he could come.
Then we called Bill, our beloved minister from a church family of some twenty years past. He said the last thing he wanted to do was to conduct a memorial service for Cathy, but he would be there. Another enormous sigh of relief.
After those details were settled, I wandered out onto the patio and sank into a rocking chair. I looked up at the heavens and listened to the wind rustling through the leaves. I had to think. I felt completely alone. How could I survive this tragedy? Still numb from the shock of my brother’s suicide, here I was facing my worst nightmare. The unspeakable had happened to me. My daughter of 23 years, my pal, had chosen to end her life and she had taken my kidney with her.
I didn’t want to live either if living meant I was to be here, and she was to be somewhere else. Forever. If I sat there long enough, maybe God would send a message that the leaves would translate into sounds my earthly ears could understand. I needed some assurance that He was waiting for her to come