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Since October 7, 2014 I have been dealing with grief. It was on this day that I learned my 20 year old sister had died as a result of complications from diabetes and heart disease. Grief has become a permanent resident in my heart.
As I’m sure you know there are 5 stages of grief: Denial and
Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. We are told that
everyone deals with grief differently and that these stages can’t be worked
through like a checklist. There is no pre-determined order which you go through
the stages and you never know how long each stage will last. And just because
you have experienced a stage of grief, doesn’t mean that you are done with that
stage forever. On the contrary, most of the time you find yourself bouncing
back and forth between stages.
I am not a stranger to grief and loss. I have dealt with
significant loss every couple of years since I was in middle school. I have
been caught off guard by loss and I have been prepared for it. I have felt the
sting of someone choosing to end his life and felt the unexplainable joy when
someone’s fighting and long suffering is finally over. Loss and grief and I
know each other well.
However, none of my experiences prepared me for that Tuesday
evening when I received the call that my sister had been found dead in her
apartment. I was not prepared for just how much this loss would affect my life.
I was also not prepared for how all consuming my anger would become.
When I first found out about my sister, while I was
devastated, I also had a great peace from knowing that God was in control and
that God was still good even in the midst of my suffering. I remember telling
my husband and friends that this was the first time I could honestly say that I
was not angry at God for what happened. That is still true. I still believe and
take comfort in God’s sovereignty and goodness and I can honestly say that I am
not really mad at God, but I am still very angry.
I am angry at my sister. Her death was completely
preventable. My sister had Type 1 diabetes and she did not manage her diabetes
at all. She would not check her sugar regularly and she did not give herself
her insulin shots like she was supposed to. We found out that she actually
skipped an endocrinology appointment just 3 days before she died. Had she gone
to the doctor, she most likely would not have died.
I am angry at myself. My sister and I did not have a good
relationship. She had only been my sister officially for three years, my
parents adopted her when she was 17. The three years since my sister’s adoption
were not easy and I watched from afar as she treated my parents horribly and
made really poor decisions, and because of her behavior I kept my distance. It
was easy because I was the oldest sibling, I had my own family to consume my time,
and I lived in an entirely different state. It wasn't until earlier this year
that I actually began to feel a burden for my sister and have a desire for a
better relationship. I did reach out to her on a few occasions, but I could
have done more. I could have treated her with more grace and compassion. I
could have made more of an effort.
I am angry at people who are not grieving the same way I am.
Many people were affected by my sister’s death and they are all processing this
loss in a different way. At times I find myself angry and annoyed because they
are not dealing with everything the same way and they need different things than
I do.
I am angry at people who I don’t think should be as affected
by my sister’s death as they are. I can be really selfish at times and I find
myself thinking that other people do not deserve to feel grief because they did
not have what I believe is a real relationship with my sister. It’s ugly and
not cool, but it’s true.
I am angry at people who know what happened and want to
talk. I am a member of a great church and my husband works on a seminary campus
and we have felt a great outpouring of love and support ever since we heard the
news about my sister. While it is wonderful and comforting to know that so many
people care about me, it can also be difficult at times because it feels like
EVERYONE knows. People are naturally curious and they want the details about
what happened or they have true, heartfelt concern for how I’m doing so they
ask me often how I am. When I am not in the mood to talk, I find myself very
angry at anyone who wants to help me “talk it out.”
I am angry at people who don’t know what happened. On my bad
days I am not always nice to people, and when someone makes a joking comment
about how I should be more gracious and loving, I want to burst their bubble
and scream at them, “Hey, my sister just died, so shove it!” It is awkward and
weird to tell people your sister died and it never comes up naturally in
conversation. Sometimes I find myself getting angry because the world kept
spinning and there was not some global announcement informing everyone that our
family was just devastated and ripped wide open.
Want to know the worst part about my anger? I get that it is
completely irrational and contradictory. It is like I am having an out of body
experience where I can see how crazy I am acting and there is nothing I can do
about it. When my anger becomes all consuming, I find myself slipping into
depression because I feel like I am completely out of control. Then I get angry
at myself for being angry and depressed. It is a vicious cycle and on my bad
days I just want to curl up in bed and ignore the rest of the world. I feel
horrible when I lash out at my family or friends. I don’t want to be as angry
as I am, but unfortunately it is not as easy as simply choosing to not be
angry.
So why did I write this? Honestly, I’m not totally sure.
Partly I think it was a cathartic experience for me. I tend to bottle up my
feelings so writing them down and sharing them with the world is helpful.
Maybe, I also wanted there to be an explanation out there for my bad days. I
wanted there to be documentation for those people that I lash out at, that I
don’t mean to be so angry and I am trying. And maybe I just wanted to let those
people out there who are consumed by the anger stage of grief to know you are
not alone, because at times it can feel very isolating.
What about those of you who love someone consumed by anger
in grief? What can you do to help those of us who just get so angry? I’m not
sure. I wish I had some magic cure for the anger or special trigger words that
would instantly change our feelings, but I don’t. Here are some things that I
think may help.
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Be
patient. I know this is hard, and there is a difference in being patient
and allowing a person to be out of control. Remember that grief affects
everyone differently and lasts longer for some people.
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Love them. It helps so much knowing how much my
husband and kids love me. I can tell my husband that I am having a bad day and
he hugs me and tells me it’s ok. I can tell my kids that mommy is not really
angry at them, she just misses Aunt Lyn, and they give me a hug and tell me it’s
ok. In their love and grace is healing.
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Let them
vent. I vent a lot to my husband and my other sister. It helps to just say what
is making me angry out loud. I don’t need them to give me a “fix” for the issue
and a lot of times I don’t even really need them to say anything, I just need
to be given the time and space to say what is weighing on my mind. I also love
my husband for the fact that he allows me to vent whenever I need to. If it is
lying in bed at midnight or talking to him through the bathroom door while he
gets ready for work or even calling him in the middle of his workday, he allows
me the opportunity to talk and vent.
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When
necessary, lovingly correct them. This one is hard and will not always be
well received, but it is at times very necessary. My husband just yesterday had
to lovingly correct me on my anger. I was entering into dangerous territory of
getting angry at someone for doing something that I myself was doing. I was no
longer just venting and instead was beginning to harbor unnecessary anger.
While it was painful and it made me cry, I needed to hear what my husband was
saying and he was right. I think that correction for those of us who are angry
needs to come from someone we love and trust and that the correction needs to
be accompanied by lots of grace.
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Pray!
Pray for your loved ones, pray with your loved ones, pray over your loved ones.
I know that I am not going to overcome this anger by myself or even with the
help of family and friends. The only way I am going to be able to move on from
the all consuming in anger is through Jesus Christ. Only he can give me the
strength and the power to defeat this!
I take hope in knowing that one day my grief will become an
easier burden to bear. I know that I will never be the same, but through the
work of Jesus there will come a day when my anger will no longer be all consuming.