"Get over it"

I had heard from other people who have previously lost a loved one that other people have said that to them. After Corby passed people told me that I would be hearing that from people that didn't get it. People that had no idea what it was like to lose a child. They told me that it would come as a complete blow and hurt so much. I hadn't thought much about it past that, though. I thought I surrounded myself around people that were compassionate enough to understand there was no way to ever get over losing my child. My beautiful, healthy, amazing little boy.
I just started back to work last week so once again I'm getting people asking me about my children since they knew I was out on maternity leave after having a child. Corby always comes up because I will never not talk about him and exclude him as one of my children. I was talking with a laboratory instrument rep and all those questions came up. Corby came up and how he died was asked, obviously, but what came next utterly shocked me and rattled me to the core. Then my core lit on fire and it took everything in me to not explode. This rep talked about how he had a sister that lost her 27 year old son the same way. His wife went to wake him up for work to find him dead. The autopsy report came back as unexplained and unexpected death. He talked about how his sister decorates his grave and does so many things to remember him and posts them on Facebook. He then said that he loves his sister so much but he wishes she would just get over it already. "It was three years ago and she's still doing all this stuff." Yup you thought exactly right on what I did next. I lost it. Thankfully I had another coworker in there with me that had lost her husband years ago very tragically. I knew she knew what he was saying was wrong. So she helped me feel more confident to kindly tell this stupid, stupid man that what he was saying was very hurtful and so very wrong. I asked him questions that he most likely hadn't thought of. I asked him if he thinks of his children on a daily basis. He answered yes. I asked him if he enjoyed taking care of his children an he said yes. I then asked him why then would it be any different for his sister. Why does she, now that her son is dead, have to stop thinking about him and doing things for him the only way she knows she can? Just because now when she thinks about her son feelings of sadness and grief come along with her thoughts doesn't mean that she can't have those thoughts. Grief is a never ending journey. If she wants to decorate his grave and post pictures of it on Facebook then she can. That may be her way of working through her grief. Why does someone else that hasn't gone through the pain get to decided how long a griever can grieve? To judge them for grieving the way they grieve? If you were in that person's shoes would you still think about your child every single day? Wonder what they would be doing? Wonder what they would look like now? Wonder what they would grow up to become? How about all those generations that could have been but aren't and won't ever will be? These are all thoughts mothers and fathers that have lost a child think about daily. What is wrong with that? I look at my two nephews that are 6 months younger than Corby. They are now past the stage that I last knew Corby at. They are saying new words every day and doing all sorts of new things. EVERY time I look at them I wonder what Corby would be like now, and it makes me sad every time. My heart feels like it gets stabbed every time. What is wrong with that? NOTHING! I will probably always look at them and think that. I see them play together and wish more than anything that Corby was there playing right alongside them. What is so wrong with me thinking those thoughts? What is so wrong with me going and decorating his grave?

It made me feel so good to do something for Corby. That day it was my grief work. It's what got me through that day. I loved that the kids wanted to help too. You can tell that they did the majority of putting the decorations in the ground. It shows their love, and I love that. That's what Corby would have liked the best too. That is what helps MY grief. I hope more than anything that people understand that for me as well as for the other bereaved parents out there. We do what keeps us going each day. Sometimes the day is too much for us. Don't judge us. Love us. We need it.