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Have you ever been stuck in one of the stages of grief discussed in this lesson? If so, what was helpful in moving you past that stage?
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I think I was in the anger stage for a while after my husband of 37 years passed (actually died in my arms). I wasn’t mad at God I was mad at him for not taking care of his heart after triple bypass surgery ten years before. One cold rainy winter day, after a long day at work (I had to work to continue raising a grandson) I got so mad because I had to stop and get gas in my truck and I had never been required to do that because my husband took care of those things. I was cold, wet and angry and I got back in the truck and just threw a “hissy” fit, screaming at the top of my lungs at Don and asking how could he do this and leave us in the shape we were in!!! On my way home, I found myself praying and asking God to forgive me for not remembering that He is Sovereign and in charge. I have been remarried now for nine years and I know that I know that the Lord is was and always will be with me.
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I have never been stuck in any of the stages of grief. I accept what I cannot change and I have always kept in my that whatever happens is part of God’s plan for my life.
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I am not sure what stage of grief I experienced as it is described in the lesson. However, I experience a tremendous loss when my father passed away. I got through it with lots of prayer and depending of the Lord for strength and self control. It has been over 20 years and I still feel a since of loss.
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When my brother passed away, I was stuck in denial for a long time. He had lived in another state for many years, so it was easy for me to not think about him being gone. It started to hit me several months later during the holidays. Then a sense of shame and guilt began as I regretted not staying in touch more often before his death. It was almost a year before I really became depressed over the loss. The busyness of my job helped me avoid thinking about it for a while. Then one day, it really hit me! He was gone! My brother loved Jesus and was someone I could turn to for strength in my faith. It was thinking about his faith that helped me cope with the loss. Thinking about how much faith he had, helped me move on with my life.