
No Blue Skies today…. Definitely OUT OF BLUE
Worst link ever……
Today completely OUT OF THE BLUE Hawklad asked
“Dad at mum’s funeral, why did we sit nearly at the back of the church”.
Nearly six years have passed and I had forgotten that I had chosen to do that. Back in 2016, I wasn’t thinking straight. Two closest of deaths within 6 weeks had taking its toll. I wasn’t sleeping, I was lost, I was trying to sort out my mums affairs and house, trying to sort out my partners affairs and funeral, I was trying to be a single parent. When I needed to be at my best, I was a mess. So that was the first thing I replied to Hawklad.
You know I’m a bit of a muppet at the best of times, imagine how much of a muppet I could be at the worst of times……
He knows me so he completely understood that.
I wanted to protect Hawklad. A small, low key funeral had morphed into something much larger. My partners family and sisters needed something different to me. Many more people. Many more strangers for Hawklad to deal with. He was just starting his Aspergers journey and stranger’s eyes could really bother him.
I thought being at the back of the church would mean you wouldn’t feel like you had lots of strangers looking at you……..more space as well.
“Dad wouldn’t they just turn round and look at me…”
I know, I didn’t really think that one through.
The church only had one exit which was at the back. If you needed to get out quickly then we would have had to walk along the aisle past all the mourners.
I thought it would have been easier to get out from the back.
“Easier for me Dad”.
Easier for both of us. Easier for ME. You were dealing with everything better than I was.
“Can you remember who sat near us Dad”
Not a clue, it was just a confusing storm to me. I know my brother sat behind me because I remember unbelievably that he made me smile at one stage with a comment he whispered in my ear. That’s one of the only things I can remember from the funeral. I had even forgotten we were at the back.
Hawklad then described the funeral to me. It was like I wasn’t there, all this detail has just passed me by.
If you’re not allowed to be a mess at your partner’s funeral (especially right after your mother’s funeral) then when are you allowed to be a mess really?
I bet his mother would have been so touched by your conversation.
If it helps you in anyway, I am a complete basket case at any funeral. I even cry at funerals of invented characters on the TV.
It sounds to me like you’re doing an excellent job with your son.
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Thank you. Yes it doesn’t take much to start me crying at funerals.
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Just after going to yet another relatives funeral in 2019, I made a decision to never go to another. I’d had a belly full of funerals, and it wasn’t to do with grief. Grief is a totally different kettle of fish.
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It’s a good sign, I think that Hawklad wants to talk about it and probably helpful to you both. Kids remember so much more than we realize, I think.
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It is. Part of the process of him processing it all.
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Oh Gary, this really moved me deeply. The person above said it best – you are allowed to be a mess at the funeral of your loved one. I’m so sorry.
I’m glad Hawklad remembers and was able to share his memory with you. I hope doing so was a healing moment for you both.
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It was a healing moment. Maybe more for me. ❤️
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My children now grown people know when to become anchors or rocks to cling on. They sense sorrow or hate in me. Uncanny. And they know how to ease me from the pain or hateful feelings. They learned that skill from me when it was my turn to do the healing.
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Hawklad does with me.
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Kids seem to know when they are ready to talk about something they did not understand in their past. Give them the floor, let them ask all the questions they need to ask, say all the things they need to say. My single parent widower father never let me say anything or ask anything. He died with me still full of questions. Take care of things when you have the chance.
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They do. In their own time. I think Hawklad is starting to get there now. It actually probably heals me more than him.
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You are more aware of your needs. Hawklad is likely just exploring his feelings without actually understanding them yet.
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I think he is.
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That is so very hard.. I could not process my father’s death for many years, often adults just do not know how to connect to a child honestly.. I am so sorry you went through that.
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As I am for you, and everyone who is told “You’re too young to understand.” What they are really saying is they don’t know how to talk about or process things themselves. They don’t think a child is capable of helping them, when really talking about it is the best thing they can do.
So many humans do not have the capacity to understand children, even though every damn one of them was a child once themselves.
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I know it totally breaks my heart, children are so precious and they need emotionally mature adult help to manage and have so much innate soulfulness and wisdom to teach adults. I am with you 100 per cent.
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And we have this crazy drive to drum the child out of the child as soon as they can. Turn them into young adults.
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Yeah, well, the adults can’t seem to watch people enjoying themselves. It reminds them how little joy they have in the phony lives they lead.
Better we should be like children, than making children be like adults.
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Thank you. It’s just so frustrating that there is just no support available for children going through this.
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It has ti change. I must try and find out how to help these kids.
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It was such a traumatic time for you that the decisions you made couldn’t be very practical ones. As for remembering details, your son has a remarkable memory to remember everything.
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Yes he does, he picks up way more than I ever could do.
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Remarkable
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🙏
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Not really children notice and feel everything but often society shuts that down then they get labelled for no good reason. 💔
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Sadly that is so true 🙏
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So sad 😞
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My heart goes out to you. I have a few memories of my father’s funeral, but almost none of my mother’s just eleven months later.
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My mums was a nightmare, my dads was similar to you. The only bit I can remember was a smiling moment.
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This post made me think.
What can I remember?
Turns out, not much.
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Maybe we hide stiff that needs hiding.
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Stunning photograph, and an interesting insight into your son’s recollections. It is great that he can talk to you about these things.
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It is a real step forward I think for him.
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I only remember a couple of things from my husband’s funeral. Both kids spoke, but I have no idea what they said
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It was just a blur for me. I just couldn’t process the words.
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You had plenty to think about without making sense or remembering the details of the day.
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It was too much. The brain just couldn’t cope. Plus maybe the brain was trying to protect me.
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Brains are cleverer than we think.
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They definitely are
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🙂
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(((Hugs)))) such a good, caring heart! And can totally understand it feeling like a blur to you!
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Thank you ❤️❤️
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Most welcome! 😊
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You know what, you did the right thing. For Hawklad and yourself. I sat at the back for a funeral once. I was supporting my friend at the time, it was her step dad, and he was a lovely man. I felt horrible, but I have never been to a more boring or selfish funeral in my life! I wanted to run out the back myself! It went for over two hours. This man was lovely and he was a good teacher for years, there were students at his funerals. The teachers who were there all told the same fishing trip story, 8 separate people told that story from their point of view…8! He knew singers and they sang songs of singers he liked. He liked the singers voice though. I’m sitting there thinking, can’t you just play the singers voice, which was what he actually liked. It’d be like liking Barry White, and then singing his songs in high pitch. I just…just, lol. I just found it incredibly disrespectful. But you can’t say that, lol.
I can’t remember who said it, but funerals are for the living. I learnt that at that one!
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Yes they so are. I remember someone telling me that funerals should be about remembering the lost but they end up being about survival for the living.
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I’m glad he’s processing it and talking. It’s good for both of you. Considering the circumstances, you were thinking amazingly clear. You needed to minimize the stress, protect Hawklad and yourself and have a close route of escape. It was actually a perfect and brilliant plan. Hawklad is so fortunate to have you as his dad. ❤❤
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Thank you Tina ❤️❤️we just bit to find the right paths to follow
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Sometimes the best way for our brains to cope with trauma is to block it out. Hugs.
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It is. I’ve done a lot of that.
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Thanks for writing your blog. It’s been included in our blog post on Autistic blogs about grief.
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Its not unusual that you reacted this way Gary and that so much of it was dissociated after all dealing with two losses so close together truly was so so enormous.. I acted strangely at my Mother’s Funeral too, I kept a great distance and I did not have that added complication of a precious child’s sensitivity that you so naturally wanted to guard. How lovely that you did that for him.. Sometimes we only process this over time and maybe that is what is now happening. Sending you a big hug.. its so so much for you both to have gone through.. I am glad you can both talk about it.
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Hugs to you my friend. Looking back Hawklad helped me more than I probably helped him. ❤️
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Of course they are not as closed down hugs dear Gary 🤗
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