Birth is the beginning of a person’s life and death, the end of a person’s life. As a practitioner of the Eastern Orthodox faith, death does not hold as a great a fear for me as it seems to on most Westerners. If you have led a just life, then you are assured life everlasting. It is the great hope of every individual. Each person in the method of his life determines the method of his death. So one strives to lead a just and righteous life within the precepts of his or her faith.
In the west, death is seen as the end – that’s it no more – once you are gone there is nothing else. There is frequently great grief and difficultly in moving forward, a need for intervention and so on. For us this is not so. The whole grieving process is supported and encouraged. The services are built in such a way as to facilitate the closure. You are giving a chance to say that final goodbye, to bestow that final kiss, to ask for that final forgiveness. By the time the first forty days have gone by, you are ready to move forward and live your life. The grief is still there, as is the loneliness, but that initial grief has been handled and you are ready to move on.
Children as also included in the process. They are given the same opportunities to say goodbye, as are the adults. In the West, I frequently hear how children are excluded from the funeral, left at home because they cannot “understand”, only to hear years later that they resent having been left out. The great failure here is the inability of some adults to explain death, to explain in such a way as to make it acceptable and without fear. What simple words do you use to explain what happens? How do you make it understandable?
The tears of an adult in grief are hard to bear, but the tears of a child are even worse. A child sees the stoicism of the family around her and the wonders why it’s so hard for her to bear the death. Why is she crying and not the parents or grandparents or her siblings? The fact that her heart is simply more sensitive and her nature is such that she will find release in tears is not something easily understood; rather she sees it as something wrong with her. The tears of a child are hard to bear and none around her are left without tears of their own. And yet such a child in the midst of her grief finds the strength to comfort her grieving aunt, parent or sibling.
How do you comfort a child who grieves that her newborn brother will never know his grandfather? How do you make her understand that it is through her memories that her brother will know his grandfather? Words are sometimes very inadequate.