C J Talks About: Her Own Struggle With Grief And Forgiveness

English: Graphic on forgiveness

English: Graphic on forgiveness (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Grief (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


The 29th marked the third anniversary of my cherished dad’s death after many years of suffering. I swore to myself I wouldn’t let myself be taken over by tears and sadness on that day. It’s hard not to think about how very much you miss someone on the day that marks their passing. Or on April 2, the date that marks the devastating event which forever changed our family, as we knew it. Or on Father’s Day. Or his birthday.  Most of the time I am good. But those particular four days are torture. I found myself mired in grief.

I never overcame the sense of personal tragedy I felt when Dad was run down in the street, just a block from his home. The driver was a druggie and not even permitted to have a license after some other misdeed she was involved in.  He was in the crosswalk, three-quarters the way across the roadway, on a green light. She was barreling through the intersection intent on making her left turn, however hastily or short of the proper lane. Her big SUV slammed into him, making point of impact his head, the momentum of it all sent him all of the way back to the corner where he started.

It was Good Friday.  I was in town and had called earlier to tell him I was going to stop by for a visit. I feel so much regret for my dawdling. I was later than I’d said. If only I’d been there as promised. I cannot help but wonder if I’d picked up my pace and gotten over there just half an hour earlier, that he might still be here.  The weight of this guilt and the what-ifs has been like an anchor around my neck.

 If only…how might things have been…if only I hadn’t been thinking of myself…if only I’d gone straight over, not indulging in unnecessary distractions at the markets…that accident wouldn’t have happened, and I wouldn’t hate myself so much for not being able to save Dad from…it. If only…

At that moment, I had no idea that I would never again have a meaningful 2-way conversation, go out for a beer, or eat a meal again with Dad. The accident in 1999 would rob him of speech and movement, his and mom’s retirement together; he was left severely brain-injured and paralyzed, with the exception of a little ability to use the left hand. He died in 2010…only after numerous surgeries and long stints in various medical facilities. He died at home where my mother and sister had cared for him all of the rest of the time. Up until I seriously injured my own back, I too tried to care for him, in the beginning.

And as such, one would think we all had plenty of time to ready ourselves for the end. And there were many occasions where it looked to be the ‘end.’ “Anticipatory” grief is what that is called. For eleven years, we were in the limbo of anticipatory grief. If you have been blessed to not experience it, I will only try to tell you that it enervates the mind, body, and spirit. It robs you of joy and fosters bitterness and depression. Like ripping the scab from a deep wound, over and over again.  For me, though, everything about how I viewed life, changed.

I have never been able to move past the anger and resentment I harbor for that woman. She had no right to be behind the wheel that night. In a selfish disregard for others, including her daughters riding with her that night, she took the life of my innocent father. She can never know the pain she caused. She will never know what she took away from us that fateful night. She will never know the suffering caused, even to this day. Forever. She will never know how my mother has spent her days, isolating herself in her grief. How Mom has allowed her will to live to slip as she counts the days until the suffering ends for her. She prays and looks with hope to the day she can be with him again. They would have celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary July 25th. Another marker to get through. 

I know I must find a way to let it go. I MUST forgive, I am told. But I don’t WANT to! I want vengeance.

But I do understand that I will NEED to find forgiveness if I am ever going to be free of this ugliness inside. The bitterness, self-loathing, and anger over the years has definitely made me into a chronically negative, joyless human being at times. It eats away at everything in your life. Clouds the blessings you have, lessening your appreciation for what good there is around you.

I have two little grandsons who bring light and joy, merely by thinking of them. For that, I am so grateful. For them I want to be a joyful Grammy with happiness in her heart and mind.

So, I NEED to try hard to pull myself up and out of the darkness I have been in. I will have to forgive so that I can be free to be the real me I was before. At least closer to it than I have been.

I have more than one injustice to forgive. Many years of them, one right after another, starting with Dad’s accident. It will be a project for me. Creating this blog has helped me to feel useful to others who also struggle with grief. A ray of light through a solid black cloud of misfortune.

In order to find some peace, it will have to start with me. Being able to help others to do that makes it possible to believe I can also help myself. I will find the compassion and humanity in myself to allow forgiveness of others and for myself.

This July 29th was a day of enlightenment, even through so many tears. I realized my father would not want to see me consumed by so much sadness and negativity. He would want only for me to be happy and living a quality life. So for him, for myself, I will make every effort to do that. 

**Thank you for taking time to make this blog such a worthwhile effort. It has brought purpose and positivity into my life. It will be key in my own grief recovery. I hope you will continue to share your thoughts and comments here. I like to know how my posts affect you and I ponder those perspectives and learn from them. I am humbled when you tell me I have helped you in some small way. Thank you for that.** 

©2013, C.S. Thompson.


16 Responses to “C J Talks About: Her Own Struggle With Grief And Forgiveness”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    I haven’t heard from you in a while my dear girlfriend and thought I would let you know from here that I do read your stories and enjoy them immensely. I’m glad you made it through another tough part of the year and perhaps even see it in a different light. Nothing much happening up here on my end, same ole, same ole! I do miss you and always wish you well, I hope you know that. Come for a visit soon and to get away. I include you in my prayers nightly. Love you, cathy xo


    • Oh my best buddy, Cathy! So happy to see you. Mom suddenly became ill and had some big problems. She’s been in hospital for 10 days and now is moving to a rehab center for 2+weeks until she stabilizes. I should be the poster child for Morton Salt, cuz when it rains it always pours. Thanks for reading my silly old stuff. It has been slowly gaining a following.It keeps me pretty busy, though, which does help keep the blues at bay. Thanks too for the prayers. Can Never have too many of those. HUGS, Colleen


  2. ‘Forgiveness’ – it’s a difficult one. I too understand that to ever be free one must ‘forgive’, but I’m not sure I could in your situation either. She stole a precious life . How can you ever forgive her for it?

    CJ, it must have been hard for you to share this, but I hope that in doing so you have somehow unburdened yourself – even slightly. You have a lot of support in the cyberworld, and though I won’t say I’ll pray for you (!), I do send lots of love and thoughts your way.

    With love. X


    • Yes, for me, I tend to harbor grudges when I feel especially violated or offended. It was hard to bare my ugly side, but at the same time I felt better doing so. We are all human beings, complete with flaws and issues, problems and feelings. Being able to present a little more of my complete persona is necessary if I am to be a credible, or even likable human. I appreciate your support, it means a lot. Thanks for your thoughts and friendship, always. xXHugsXx CJ


  3. CJ, grief … pain… this is what I know well in my life. I’ve never lived without one… or the other.

    I feel for you, I care. I know how it is to feel those other emotions that… go along with each person, situation that causes grief. Such as the druggie who began the terrible grief, pain for you.

    I know I don’t have the words to ease your grief, pain. I do know that I have been so glad to meet you. You became important to me as my friend… I look forward… always to see if you’ve written, or sent an email. You bring a smile when I see you ‘there’.

    You have cared for my grief, pain when you didn’t have to. How could I not care that… you hurt? I’m so happy you are my friend… I’m so sad that you are sad, CJ.

    I can say that I am always ‘there’ for you, too. Love, Gloria :)))


    • I so appreciate your friendship and your kindness, Gloria. Thanks for your support. I am very happy to know you. Wouldn’t have happened without the blog. I feel it is going to be the center of hope for getting myself past the poison of misfortune and despair.

      I am so happy you like to read my posts. Yay! Must celebrate the small victories and stop letting my past defeat me or who I am. Too bad they don’t have liposuction for grief, anger, or depression. 🙂


      • Wouldn’t that be nice to have liposuction for grief, pain, anger? CJ, if there was such a thing you know someone would ‘misuse’ it… they’d begin sucking up everyone’s feelings… then, everyone would be zombies… especially the old people… and you know what would happen next… they’d be the first crackers made! They would call them ‘Hollow Men’ crackers……

        Forgive me, CJ… I’m just silly right now! You sound a lot like me… yes, writing really will make the difference… it has for me. :)))


      • You do make the most meaningful friends with your blog… all of mine mean the world to me. I ‘look’ for them constantly when online. :))) I treasure every one of them, even the ones that aren’t talking at the time. They are all special. :)))


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