Grieving While Parenting


Grieving While ParentingMy father died this past December.

The grief is still quite raw and shows up at unexpected moments.  This morning I opened the newspaper and cried when I came across the comic strips section.  When I was a child, my dad would methodically pull the “funnies” out of the paper each morning and fold the page the same way before setting it by my spot at the breakfast table.

It was such a quiet and gentle way of showing me love on a daily basis.

My dad had been sick for a long time, so I’ve been grieving for a while.  He was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in September of 2004 and experienced numerous falls, broken hips, infections, and various other hardships in between.  In 2011, he suffered a traumatic brain injury from a serious fall and was never the same.  He ultimately died from untreatable skin cancer and most likely pneumonia.  It was an ugly, tragic, and completely unnecessary ending to a strong, athletic, smart, successful, and humble man’s life.  He was an incredible person whose life ended entirely too soon.

I learned I was pregnant with our daughter about three months after my dad’s brain injury.  I shared the news with him, but never knew if he fully understood.  Given the state of crisis my parents were in, we flew every month during my pregnancy from Denver to Atlanta until my OBGYN said it was no longer recommended to fly.  When our daughter (Annie Joe) was seven weeks old, we took her on her first flight to meet her “Daddy Joe” and “Mema.”

During Annie’s first three years of life, she spent a lot of time in the nursing home where my dad was cared for.  She was breastfed all over that facility, had her diaper changed numerous times on my dad’s bed, and took dozens of naps in our arms while we were there.  Once she could walk, she loved exploring the building by running through the halls and riding the elevators up and down.  The staff and residents all grew to love her and fed off of her energy when we showed up.  Annie always brought her beloved stuffed dog “Spot,” and she would hand him over to my dad right when we arrived in his room.  She rarely lets anyone hold her ratty little dog, so this was a very special and selfless gesture on her part.

Although my dad may not have understood that Annie was actually our daughter, he was very interested in her and watched her in an endearing way.  He knew that she was someone special, just as she knew he was someone special, too.

My daughter only had the opportunity to know my dad for a few short years, but I am confident that they both impacted each other’s lives in remarkable ways.

In late October, our family made a trip to see my dad with the knowledge that it might be the last time that we would see him alive.  I had managed to somewhat keep my emotions in check (at least in the presence of others) for many years, but began to weep uncontrollably as I said goodbye on the last day of our visit.  I was actually pregnant again, and in the midst of my tears I shared this news with my dad.  Annie was in the room and was confused and kept asking why I was crying.  She became impatient, began acting out, and had to be taken out of the room by my husband.  I remember thinking in that moment, Seriously?  A tantrum NOW?  I’m trying to say my final good-byes to my father – and you can’t you hold it together?  And no – she couldn’t.  She’s three-years-old, and three-year-olds can’t easily “hold it together” on command – no matter the circumstances.

I suffered a miscarriage three weeks before my dad passed away – my second one in the past two years.  There are just no words for the culmination of sadness and loss that we were experiencing, and yet there were diapers to change and there was work to be done at my job and within our household.  I was able to take substantial time off of work after my father’s death, but the reality is that there is no true bereavement leave from the job of being a mother.  

I recently read author Brené Brown’s book, Rising Strong, which eloquently touched on the topic of grief.  She explains that, “Grief requires us to reorient ourselves to every part of our physical, emotional, and social worlds.  The more difficult it is for us to articulate our experiences of loss, longing, and feeling lost to the people around us, the more disconnected and alone we feel.”

I’m reorienting, and it’s going to take time.

I’m grateful that my daughter is having the opportunity to see both my husband and me expressing sadness and other emotions, while also seeing us attempt to take steps to heal, comfort one another, and allow others to care for us.

Grief is a big deal. It’s a family affair and shouldn’t be done alone.

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Susan is a full-time mother of a spunky and hilarious three-year-old girl and part-time public health professional. She spends most of her time attempting to hold it together while being a loving wife, mom, daughter, and friend in the midst of the life’s joys and hardships. Susan and her family love living in Denver and exploring everything the city has to offer. She’s not ashamed to admit that she’s a semi-professional freebie and deal-finder who loves to share the wealth!


  1. Thank you for sharing your story. Parenting after losing a parent is one of the most challenging things. My father died the day after my twins were born. He too had been ill for awhile and was in hospice. We knew it was going to be soon, I had just hoped that i would have a time to share with him personally that the twins were here. Luckily my brother was able to tell him that night. The first months after were such a blur. Between being a new mom of twins, a 11 year old who felt replaced and being the executor of his estate, it was a miracle we all survived! My twins are now 2 1/2 and I am now finally able to grieve his loss. Some days are so much harder than others, but we will get through. I am sorry for your loss. Hugs from anothet mama who lost her daddy.

  2. Susan. You captured so much in this posting. Your lossesare so profound. You are so right grieving shouldn’t be done alone. How important it is to have the awareness you share and a gift for your family.

  3. So sorry for your losses. May your happy memories sustain you during this time. You never forget but the grieving will lessen in time, and Annie Joe will have a big part in that. Please take care of yourself and your family as you grieve, and as you receive love from family, friends and especially Annie Joe.


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