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“How many kids do you have?”
Even five years later, that seemingly simple question stirs a panic inside me and brings tears to my eyes.
On Jan. 18, 2019, my world changed forever when my 17-year-old son died by suicide. His death was a shock but not a complete surprise since he had been struggling with depression for so long despite treatment.
As a pediatrician, I had experienced death in childhood more times than I care to think about. I had been in homes with families as their children died after a prolonged illness, in hospitals when children had been brought in following car crashes, SIDS, gunshot wounds or drownings. I had even been with parents whose children had died at the hands of a child abuser. But nothing prepared me for the death of my own child.
This year alone about 43,000 children will die, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. The experience of losing a child is not rare, and yet many of us feel unprepared to help our friends, family and loved ones manage the long haul of grief that accompanies the loss.
My No. 1 advice, as both a parent and a pediatrician, is to talk about the lost child.
It is tempting to think that by not mentioning the child we spare the parent pain. Actually, the opposite is true. Most parents who have lost children are thinking about their child every day, in some ways more than they might have if they were still alive. When you ask a grieving parent about their child or about how they are doing, you allow them the freedom to share a moment of normalcy with you.
Parents usually get to talk about their children all the time. Once a child dies that opportunity dies with them, but for the parent, the thoughts and longing for that child continue. Having a chance to share a moment of normalcy talking about their child, even when it is veiled in tears, is a gift.
You do not have to say anything more than, “How are you remembering your child this holiday season? What has made this holiday season easier or harder since your child died?” And then sit back and listen. If you knew the child, share a memory. If not, lend an ear.
Grief will accompany me every day of my life because I grieve not only the loss of my son but the loss of our shared future, the loss of what his future might have been, and the loss of my future as a mother of a grown man. With the support of friends and my pediatrician, my grief remains. But I keep growing, loving and finding new joy, so my grief doesn’t feel so big every day.
Dr. Molly O’Shea is a pediatrician in Michigan.
