A Dad’S Journey Through Grief: A Chronology in Poetry, Prose, and Essays
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death of your child,
this book is an invitation for you to
walk with me on this path.
While everyone grieves differently,
sharing this road with me may help you
realize the grief you are experiencing is
normal, and validate any unfamiliar
feelings you may encounter in your
grief. It is my hope that you will also
be able to reinvest in life.
If you have concern for one who is grieving
the loss of a child,
this book may give insight into the
grief. Since the loss of a child is so very
different from other deaths, this book
may also give you understanding and
the tools to offer comfort.
David O. Nesnow
David O. Nesnow was born and grew up in the borough of Queens, New York City, spending summers with family at Ridge, Long Island, New York. Following his military service and college, he formed a software consulting company and retired in 2008. He also enjoyed involvement in church music and served as a minister of music for over twenty-five years. He was interested in poetry as a young child and occasionally composed music and wrote poetry for family and friends. Following the death of his daughter, writing became a means of working through his grief and reconfirming his faith and spirituality. He and his wife, Jean, enjoy traveling and reside in North Carolina.
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A Dad’S Journey Through Grief - David O. Nesnow
A Dad's Journey Through Grief
A Chronology in Poetry, Prose, and Essays
David O. Nesnow
Copyright © 2016 by David O. Nesnow.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2015920531
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CONTENTS
Introduction
The Journey
Once, Twice, Thrice
Deborah
The Accident
We Have Two Children
The Love That We've Shared
How Long Has It Been?
How Long Will It Be?
Please Meet Craig and Camille
I Cry
A Poem of Grief
Why?
The Dungeon Of Grief
My Little Girl
Talk To Me About Deborah
The Holocaust of Grief
The Times That I Cry
If I Had Never Been Born
For Friendships Grieved
A Crippling Effect The Death of a Child
Forgive My Question, Lord
A Letter to My Daughter
Where Has the Music Gone?
Tempest of Grief
And then the tears came....
Turn Back the Clock
If I Could
Turn Back the Pages of Time
What is a Friend
Eternity: What is it?
Eternity
Another Chance
Father's Day
Lonely Grief
I Have Been To Hell
What Is Life?
After Death Communication
Where Has Friendship Gone?
Jairus' Daughter and Mine
Jairus' Daughter and Mine -- The Poem
Justice
Torment
The Flood
What Has Happened To The Church?
Caring
Letter to the Clergy
Prayer of a Bereaved Parent
I Have Lost a Precious Jewel
Beauty Blurred
Depression, A Way of Life
Depression
Bound
Deep Depression
The Butterfly
Someday, On the Other Side
Inner Turmoil
To Live Is To Die
Employment and the Bereaved Parent
Father's Day
A Stranger in Two Worlds
A Stranger in Two Worlds
But Lord, I'm Not Tired, Yet
What's in a Name?
Where Am I?
A Spark of Life
Dare To Be A Friend
Clichés
Not In Words
My Daughter's Name
Our Silver Wedding Anniversary
The Other World
Here and There
The Holidays
Christmas
Agony
The Prison Built Not Of Stone
The Sting That Death Left Behind
Mind, Heart, Soul and Strength
We Used To Sing, My Daughter and I
Progress
A Father's Secret Grief
It's Not Fair
A Prayer of Grief
Time
Progression of Grief
Vanished Dreams
How, Why and What?
The Holiday Dread
Why Do I Hurt So?
The Sunny Side of Friendship
A Thought Concerning God's Responsibilities
Christmas Again
Emotions
Walk Gently
A Bereaved Father's Path to Insanity
Sharing Grief
The First Laugh
A Holiday Message
No Art Without Pain
It Ain't Fittin'!
Burdens
There is a Dream
IF
A Memorable Father's Day Gift
When Dreams Are Shattered
The Playhouse
Remember Laughter
Remember Laughter
The Song Has Died That the Music Might Survive
The Essence of Spring
The Light in The Window
Out of the Ashes, a Gift
The Single Rose
A Melancholic Anniversary
The Butterfly
An Empathetic Prayer
Thoughts of a New Day
The Holidays
A Holiday Burden
The New Year
This Mountain
The Journey's End.......?
The Times
The Yearly Cycle of Grief
Mother's Day
Remembrance
Acknowledgements
Introduction
I did not plan to write this book. In fact, I did not plan for this journey. It has been a most difficult journey to take. It was almost akin to stumbling aimlessly; a journey I never would have dreamed that I would be forced to take, and one I would never wish upon anyone.
This compilation of prose, poetry and essays written over a period of approximately fourteen or fifteen years reflects my attempt to fight, claw, and crawl through the devastation of the death of my child.
In May, 1985, my wife's and my life was changed forever when our daughter, Deborah Jean, died as a result of an automobile accident. She was twenty-one years of age, and was about to take control of her life. The accident occurred while she was driving home from a church Sunday School party. We were told by her friends who had attended the party that moments before she left, the group had gathered in a circle to pray.
That Sunday, following the morning worship service, my wife, our daughter, our son, and I had stopped for dinner at a restaurant. After we were seated, a young man of my daughter's age from her Sunday School class approached our table and asked if she would like to join the group from the class. (We had not noticed the group across the restaurant from our table.) Deborah sought our permission and excused herself to join her peers. Later, during the trip home, she expressed delight that when she approached the table she was asked to join, all the young men stood until she was seated. She decided later that afternoon that she would return to the church that evening for the scheduled Sunday School party. Leaving home, after letting us know of her scheduled time of return, the last words we heard her say was a cheerful, See yuh
.
I never became suicidal, but in the beginning of my grief, after the initial shock, the emotional pain was so severe that, for a time I even wished that I had not survived the bout with spinal meningitis when I was five years of age. But then, could I actually wish this kind of pain on my parents? I was convinced that I would not live beyond a
few months. Grief is very self-centered, and I wanted to die. I felt that I could almost will myself to die. I went so far as to purchase a rather large life insurance policy in order to leave my wife and son in a more comfortable financial situation. But I did live.
My wife, Jean, and I grieved differently. She sought out people with whom she could speak of her loss and her feelings, while I, in effect, crawled within myself
. She had been a stay at home mom
, and I was the traditional bread winner
, having to face people during the day. When I got home in the evening, I wanted to be left alone. (Not a good recipe for a marriage to survive.) I might add that statistics reveal that well over ninety percent of marriages end in separation, if not divorce, following the death of a child. When Jean tried to get me to talk with her, I took it as criticism. She finally wrote a letter and handed it to me one evening when I returned home from work. The letter expressed her desire to share our grief. The final result was that we would each give a little to the needs of the other as we fought to survive.
During that first year following Deborah's death, Jean had talked with a number of people and found others who had a child to die. The result was that we, along with another grieving couple, sought to charter a local chapter of The Compassionate Friends, an international support organization for bereaved parents. I was reluctant at first because I didn't understand how a group of this nature could help me. I got involved in order to support Jean in her endeavor. My reluctance was a misjudgment on my part.
One cannot push someone else up a mountain without going up themselves. The first formal chapter meeting was held June, 1986, following the first anniversary of Deborah's death. Jean and I served as chapter leaders for thirteen years. At this writing, thirty years later, the chapter is still active.
I had, throughout our marriage, written poems and songs to my wife. That was how I expressed my deepest feelings. In my grief, writing was my way of survival.
These writings depict the various stages of grief, from shock, through disbelief, through anger, through depression, and eventually acceptance. These stages will not occur in neat order. One can never get over
the death of a child. However, at some point, and certainly not very early in the grieving process, one can either choose to continue to flounder in grief or to reinvest in life. Jean and I chose the latter.
Come,
walk with me
on my journey
through grief .......,
The Journey
Come, walk with me
On my journey through grief,
If you really care;
It's not a pleasant journey, to be sure,
But you're welcome to walk with me,
If but a portion of this heavy burden, you would help to bear.
Beware, there will be times that you won't understand me,
Or the things that I say, or even do,
But you can show me that you're mindful of my pain,
By being with me to share a tear or two.
There will often be days and nights, you will see
Why I must make this very clear,
That you'll wish you were not with me
On my long, and arduous pilgrimage of fear,
And wishing to take your leave from me,
You may depart at any time you become afraid, or a bit unfurled,
But I...., I must continue on this journey
If I am to remain in this tragic, frightful world;
And though, in time, the path may grow less rocky, and I become more free,
This journey, for me, in this life, shall