I was in an unpleasant discussion at work when my cell phone sounded that simple and unobtrusive “ding” that meant a text message had arrived. A few minutes later I slipped the phone out of my pocket and read: Eva not breathing. Pray.
What I was looking at made no sense. I stared at the screen. My brain locked up. I felt a wave of dread wash over my body, then adrenaline. I ducked into an empty room and used my phone to call my wife and learned that my thirty-year-old daughter was in an ambulance being whisked away to a hospital, paramedics applying resuscitation.
FACING TRAUMATIC LOSS – THIS IS A SURVIVAL STORY
The worst thing that happened in my early life was the death of my father when I was four. Then, when I was the father of a high-school-age son who was in a near-fatal auto accident—that was the worst.
But then came the unthinkable worst, on that early June day when our beautiful daughter collapsed and died, and countless tortures followed. Life became even more complicated in the months that followed when I had a serious accident — and then my mother died. But the worst, the worst of the worst, was losing our daughter. The 14-month window when all this happened seemed too much to bear.
My first thought on that June day was that we had entered a harsh new reality. I had no say in this reality. The ground had dropped away directly in front of where I was standing, and our daughter had disappeared.
How can this be? What do we do now? What will happen to us?
FACING TRAUMATIC LOSS
Since that time, I constantly think about the people around me who have gone through searing loss. For some, the death of a loved one; for others, divorce, being betrayed, having a dreadful disease, losing a career, being assaulted or abused, or any other experience that is overwhelming.
There is so much we have to survive, and hopefully do better than just survive. How we need other people who care! And how we need to be able to access our faith in God, however that works out.
I look around now and I see people everywhere who are suffering some kind of excruciating loss, and they are having a hard time figuring out what to do.
Facing traumatic loss is about keeping our sanity and taking care of those who depend on us, all the while deciding how we are going to face this new unwelcome reality. I learned at so many points that I had to look straight at the loss or I could not find comfort.
WRITING HELPS UNLOAD THE BURDEN OF TRAUMATIC LOSS
On the other hand, surviving also meant using distractions and diversions in order to interrupt ascending panic, especially in those early days. We do what we have to do. It’s not wrong if we have to leave the lights or television on in order to sleep — and it’s okay to interrupt obsessive thoughts. It’s important to be honest with people who want to know how we are doing.
To unload the burden, I wrote a few paragraphs each month and sent them to friends or posted them on social media. I was surprised that so many people said this writing was helpful to them. Some said it helped them know they are normal in their own reactions to a terrible loss. Others found practical help — and still others just wanted to know there is hope.
NO ONE SURVIVES TRAUMATIC LOSS ON THEIR OWN
A lot of people responded to me and my family by suffering with us, which is, of course, the literal meaning of sympathy. This is the height of compassion, when someone goes beyond feeling sorry and in some mysterious way, suffers with us.
I kept thinking about all the people slain in the pain of traumatic loss who may not know what to do to get through the most difficult days, who do not find many sympathetic voices around them, or who feel some external necessity to feel or behave a certain way.
When the dam broke one day two years later and I started writing this book, I was thinking about all of us who know that life goes on when it seems completely cut off, but don’t understand how.
I hope there is something here to help you if you or a loved one are plunged into survival mode.
Traumatic loss has a way of slowing down time. Now, three years later, time moves along at a more or less normal pace. But six months after our loss, each week felt like a month. In the early weeks, some days felt like they would drag on forever. In the first days, time seemed suspended.
SOME FAMILY BACKGROUND
For context, here is just a bit about me and my family. Ingrid and I were married when we were quite young, but it was twelve years before we had our first child, Eva. Our son, Christopher, came along two years later. Ingrid and I had both experienced hardship and loss as kids, so when she became a social worker and a professional counselor and I, a pastor, we felt fairly prepared to deal with the core issues in the struggles of life.
We both have loved doing our work, though helping people with major life problems is difficult when our own family faces one personal challenge after another. We had dealt with Ingrid’s health issues and a near-fatal auto accident Christopher came through, but when Eva died, we came to a crossroads. Would we survive or not?
I had co-written two books on grief and trauma years ago, and I suppose that helped us when we had to face the unspeakable loss of our beautiful daughter, but teaching about traumatic loss is one thing — getting slain in a day of trauma, another.
TRAUMATIC LOSS IS A TECHNICAL TERM
Roughly speaking, it means experiencing something that is unexpected, jarring, and devastating, and which causes injury with long-term effects. Soldiers experience trauma. If our house burns to the ground, we might experience trauma. Someone who is mugged or raped or kidnapped certainly has gone through trauma. People react differently to traumatic events.
When, in an ordinary day, we have breakfast with a family member and that evening their body is at the morgue, we have gone through trauma. Our lives are fundamentally changed when we go through trauma, and some people would say they have never recovered. But it is possible to survive — to go on living. The word itself, survive, means to continue to live or exist, especially in spite of hardship or danger.
FINDING WAYS TO NAVIGATE TRAUMATIC LOS
In the months that followed our daughter’s death, I knew I had to be brutally honest. To receive full comfort, I had to gaze straight ahead at the pain. I had a strong desire to find the solid ground of faith in God beneath my feet, but I knew that voicing mindless spiritual clichés would be like blowing bubbles. Platitudes fall flat. There are things we can do to survive — and even thrive. We need to find those ways.
Mel trains an international network of Christian leaders, ministry pioneers, and thought-leaders. He served as senior pastor of Elmbrook Church in Brookfield, Wisconsin for ten years and now serves as Elmbrook’s minister at large, teaching in North America, Asia, Africa, and Latin America. He has a Ph.D. in the history of Christian thought (Marquette University) and has been on the adjunct faculty of the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee and Trinity International University. Mel has authored 18 books with Zondervan, Baker, Jossey-Bass, Leadership Network, Regal, and others. https://thebrooknetwork.org/
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