Sarah. R. Dominick
Prof. Cherisse Flanagan
April 30, 2013
Grief and Mourning
Hello. My name is Sarah R. Dominick, and I am a nineteen-year-old, single, Caucasian American female. I was born in Denver, Colorado to a single mother of three, who was at that time in a lower-class, blue-collar, nonreligious state of being. While growing up, it was always very apparent, and still is apparent, that when our family loses someone, everyone suffers great loss. I have had three family members die throughout my lifetime so far, and every time this type of event takes place, our family immediately seeks each other out. Wherever the deceased happens to be, several relatives ...view middle of the document...
I received Christ when I was fifteen years of age, and all three of the family members that I have lost died before that time. I remember being very confused as to why these family members lost their lives in the ways that they did, and I remember being very angry at my family, because they could not provide the answers that I thought I needed. This being said, now that I and my family members have personal relationships with Christ, I now know that if a tragedy such as death is to occur again, we will have the right shoulders to lean on when we need answers and explanations. Although I am very happy about the fact that my family has these relationships with Christ, it is still very hard to suffer through the mourning process after the initial ceremony is said and done. I have a very passive attitude about death, and the rest of my family does not. I believe that my best coping ability is to do something to take my mind off of the situation so that I can make myself realize that life will still go on. My family on the other hand needs the time to be “numb” I guess you can say. They normally do not go back to school or work for at least two weeks after the ceremony, as I would normally go back within a few days.
I hate to say that anyone grieves incorrectly, but the type of grief I described above I believe to be unhealthy grief. There are still people in my family who have not gotten over the fact that a loved one is gone, because they never really got out of the grieving stage, and back into the everyday community. I don’t think that anyone should ever be forgotten, but I do believe that life still goes on, and has to go on, even if this person is not with us anymore. With that being said, I believe that if a person has accepted Christ as their Lord and Savior, they will see me in heaven someday. Sadly, I do not know if all of my relatives who have passes were saved or not, but I do not think that any of them are still on this earth, in spirit form that is. I believe that once you have passed, you go to one of two places, and with all my might I hope and pray that my family members will meet me at the pearly gates when my time has come to be with my Lord in heaven. On a more personal note, I grieve very differently in public than I do in private. Even though I am the youngest child, I have always been the one with the strongest control over my emotions. To everyone else, I am the foundation on which they can cry or vent to, but when I am by myself, or even with my best friend, I usually allow myself to cry and grieve more heavily, because it’s in those places where I am not having to be the stronghold of the rest of my family.
Although I have experienced great loss in regards to deaths of people close to me, I think that the point in time where I have grieved or mourned the most would be the learning of and process of the divorce of my mother and step-father. As I said before, I was born to a single mother of three. My mother was single...