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The Magazine: In Remembrance, Not Closure, Love Continues

The Magazine: In Remembrance, Not Closure, Love Continues

Linda Lawrence Hunt, Ph.D.

Nothing could have prepared my husband, Jim, and me for the sorrow that rocked our lives when Krista, our twenty-five-year old married daughter, died in Bolivia. Just six months earlier, friends and family gathered at our home for a celebration send-off before Aaron and Krista’s three-year volunteer assignment with Mennonite Central Committee. This included a time of prayer for safety during their service in Bañada de la Cruz, a remote indigenous river community.


On May 20, 1998, two couples came to our door at 6 a.m. sharing the shattering news that a speeding bus plunged over a mountain cliff, killing Krista.   This began what I now call a pilgrimage through loss. These were during the same years that our mourning-avoidant culture heralded “closure” and “moving on” as the hallmarks of healthy grief. Elizabeth Kübler-Ross’s “stages of grief” adapted from her death and dying work became a dominant narrative.


This focus on closure seemed deeply flawed. Plus, it didn’t fit, and, instinctively, it didn’t seem wise or realistic. What parent ever wants to forget a child? Or beloved parents or a spouse?   As Patrick O’Malley said in the January 11 New York Times article “Getting Grief Right,” “To do so would be to lose a piece of a sacred bond.”


Most books I read addressed immediate grief with insight, but few considered the long-term impact of forever loss. Two eloquent exceptions that spoke of on-going love were Nicholas Wolterstorff’s grief classic Lament for a Son and Isabel Allende’s, Paula. As I told my husband one night, “She gets it!”


But, of course, I knew while living in such profound pain, healing matters. So, during the next years, I began interviewing other parents who lost a child, seeking to understand where they found strength and resilience. Persons such as Jerry Sittser, my faculty colleague at Whitworth University and author of A Grace Disguised: How the Soul Grows through Grief who lost his wife, daughter and mother all to a drunk driver. An unimaginable tragedy.  Rev. John Perkins, the prominent civil rights leader and pastor, shared his creative ways of remembering his son Spencer who died from a heart attack. But mostly, these were ordinary men and women who lost children to illness, suicide, accidents, murder, all devastated by their unexpected seismic loss.


Yet, they lived with some spirit of resilience and hope, never seeking closure. Instead, I saw them somehow integrating their sorrow into the ongoing story of their lives. Remembrance, though painful at times, gave them a continuing bond.


One weekend I invited a group of mothers to our Hearth, a guest retreat house that we built after beginning the Krista Foundation for Global Citizenship. I wanted to learn what healing gestures helped them. What kindnesses had others done for them that gave solace? What they had done for themselves that helped them live with hope and healing? They all differed in age, how their child died, and their world views.  But they united in expressing certain experiences that gave strength for their life-long journey.


Rather than expecting and emphasizing closure, they deeply appreciated friends and families who gave on-going remembrances. Some they mentioned:

  •  “We long to hear our child’s name.” Too often, they said, people are afraid to mention our child for fear we will be distressed. For example, at family reunions a son is never mentioned. “It’s like he’s been erased from the family.” They hungered for on-going recognition of their loved child.
  • They felt grateful to any friends and family who gave support for any remembrances, whether early events such as memorials, but especially for on-going efforts. Some families create a special event, such as on the birthday, or invite support for causes related to the child (such as a cancer walk), or the emergence of a non-profit. These offered everyone who loved their child an active way to share grief.
  • Remembrance during difficult passages, like the anniversary of their child’s death, holidays, birthdays. Every May, for over 15 years, a colleague of my husband sends a card that says simply, “We remember.”   One anniversary, a bouquet of daisies (Krista’s favorite flower) arrived on our doorstep anonymously. It lifted our day.  Some cultures build such remembrance rituals into their year, such as the Mexican Day of the Dead. Jewish families tell me the practice of their Yizkor Memorial Service, where loved ones are remembered four times a year in synagogues and homes, brings comfort.


I’d like to believe that our language around stages of grief, closure, and moving on has changed in recent years, but instead it appears even more embedded in our culture. Nancy Berns, a sociologist who lost a still-born son, writes in the excellent resource Closure: the Rush to End Grief and What it Costs Us how it is so common it appears in television shows like Friends, Law and Order and others. “Closure rhetoric echoes finality. Closing a door. Bringing something to an end. Finishing a process. Yet parents don’t want a death to be the end of their story.”


After reading her book, I heard Charlie Rose use this just two months after the massacre of children at Sandy Hook Elementary. “I can’t believe it,” I said to my husband. “Some of these six-year old children were shot ten times. They must never be forgotten!!” My hope is that faith communities, who often are called on to give comfort during the first days of family and national tragedies, begin to change our cultural narrative and language.


During weekly communion at the Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist in Spokane, Washington, where we are worshipping, I am reminded of the importance Jesus placed on deeply felt love. “Do this in remembrance of me.”


In closure, we are left bereft. In remembrance, love continues.




Linda Lawrence Hunt, Ph.D.

Author, Pilgrimage through Loss: Pathways to Strength and Renewal after the Death of a Child: Westminster John Knox Press (2014);

 Co-founder, the Krista Foundation for Global Citizenship


image: Love and Grief by John Hoyland


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Catherine Rafferty

It has been 40+ years since I lost my first child delivered prematurely at 7 months. That was my first experience at “brushing over” grave sadness and comments and efforts of “moving on!” Not to mention not talking of it.

Now I have a grown daughter born after the first loss, who worked hard to make her way through college through graduate school and begin to apply for medical school. 10 years ago a brain tumor of the most serious design destroyed her life as she knew it, leaving her handicapped but still bright and not able to talk well. Paralyzed on one side like a stroke patient at the age of 30. Her friends mostly have “moved on.” Society such as it is also moves on and away from the handicapped.

Until I talked with Linda Hunt, and read her remarkable book, I didn’t know what I had buried so deeply and in need of facing. What a remarkable article and beautifully succinct set of threads from Linda and Jim Hunt’s lives and Linda’s important book.

Whatever your loss, it needn’t be a child, a mother, an accident, a job, …. it can be any or all of these and other losses. The book is a study in the immense and diverse ways of honoring and engaging deeply and for life with these incredible experiences one has no way of explaining away. And certainly not through one’s “god” and certainly not by being separated out for pain.

What a gift the Hunts are.

Linda Lawrence Hunt

Hi Marshall,

Thanks for your thoughtful response. It’s so true that persons deeply involved in the grief world (Hospice, clergy, counselors) are very aware of the limitations of the language of closure and stages. But, unfortunately, this doesn’t appear to have filtered through to our culture enough and it’s the most common lament I hear from grieving persons. Besides the pressure to “move on,”
they express confusion over their own “process” that seldom fits what they assume are “normal” stages. My hope is that leaders in the grief field, who walk alongside persons in sorrow, will offer stronger reassurance on the distinctive nature of each person’s pilgrimage. This opens the door to a greater peace, a solace in sadness.

Marshall Scott

Those of us who focus much of our ministries on grief have long gotten away from talking about “closure,” for the reasons you mention. “Closure” was never actually intended to mean forgetting; but in our death-avoidant – and grief-avoidant – culture folks can find it all too easy to hope things do “close,” and so can be avoided again.

We also try to hold the sense of “stages” of grief in tension. Too many want to believe grief can be programmed and processed, but any griever knows better. It can become too easy to informally (and sometimes even formally) psychopathologize healthy grieving. This is a human process, and human beings don’t work that way.

Thanks for sharing this with all of us.

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