I have written in previous posts about the
unexpected wave of grief that can hit at any time caused by a sight, sound,
smell, or taste that reminds us of a lost loved one. Sometimes a news story can be the cause of
the swell of sadness and tears. I know
that I am particularly aware of this grief trigger whenever I hear about the
death of a college student and any small plane accident will send me to that
place of overwhelming sadness. I have
learned to move quickly through the news channels and browse over the news articles
on the computer, but sometimes there is no escaping the story and I trip over the
inescapable edge of grief and the resulting emotional ride. My thoughts will go to the parents and family
of the victim because I know the life-changing event that has now catapulted
them into a “club” that no one wants to join.
It has helped me over the years to understand that
triggers can happen and that if I accept the emotions and breathe, it doesn’t
last forever. For those new to grief it
can be an upsetting and unsettling experience but it is important to know that
it is normal. It is also an individual
experience as everyone will be affected differently and be triggered by
different events/things.
Also some things that originally were triggers will
fade over the years and no longer hold the power that they once did. In the first years after the death of my son
I could not have his picture displayed in my house, now I have a photo of him
in just about every room. I also had
difficulty listening to some types of music and this could cause a trigger of
grief even when I went to stores or restaurants. I am less affected now and although I still
choose not to listen to certain types of music if it is playing in public
places I am able to dismiss it and move on.
After almost seven years I have learned many of the
things that will trigger my emotions but as is the case with memories I can’t
always predict what will produce the tsunami of grief. I have learned to ride out the storm and over
the years the good memories have made me stronger. I know that I will end up back on shore and
able to walk forward again, one step in front of the other.