The anger phase of grief can be deadly for relationships. I’m grateful for God’s grace that kept Mike and me in synch while we both grieved for our son. An acquaintance shared with me that she and her husband divorced as a result of their child’s death. Her husband couldn’t express his grief, and refused to acknowledge his pain. She wanted to talk about their child and remember her antics, but he wouldn’t let himself go there. Communication ground to a halt, which eventually destroyed their marriage.
By contrast, a woman and her husband whose daughter died suddenly, have a thriving worship ministry. They grieve together and support each other when the pain ebbs and flows.
My entry into the secret club of mothers of children who’ve died has brought me into fellowship with some amazing women of faith. I expected to see women who’ve been broken by the worst possible circumstance. Instead, I find women who are compassionate, caring, and doing things they would have never done had they not lost a child. They are women who trust God so completely that they can’t be moved. They’ve faced the monster of death, and have survived.