?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous | Next

Goodbye, Bev

My friend, Danny, called last night about midnight. The hospital had called him because his mom had some sort of catastrophic event. She passed away at 10:20 this morning.

For the past 20 years, Bev has been a good friend and like a mother to me. Danny says she thought of me like a daughter, too. I used to come home from college, and while Danny was working sit around talking with Bev. Every time I went back to Huntsville, we always got together.

My heart is just ripping out, both from knowing I'll never see Bev again and from what this is doing to Danny.

I need to book a flight home as soon as Danny tells me what's going on.

-----

I was laying on the bed crying, and Matthew asked me why. I told him a very good friend, who was sick, had gone to be with Jesus. He went and told Scott that I was crying, and was told to give me some space.

Later, Scott was getting some things together in the bedroom, while I'm still on the bed, and Matthew told Scott that God was bad to mommy. It was what I needed to get off the bed, and I had to go through the explanation that Bev was very, very sick, and that it was time for her to go be with God so she wouldn't be sick anymore. Not the best explanation, because he then asked if Michael was going to go be with God because he is sick. Ummm, quick retreat and statement that Bev was very sick and hurting a lot, and she wasn't going to get better. It was a special sick, and not at all like what he and his brother have been sick with. Most of the time, you can get better when you are sick, but sometimes, people don't.

I hope I haven't scarred him.

Comments

( 3 thoughts — Whatcha' think? )
morzsa
Dec. 11th, 2005 06:29 pm (UTC)
***HUG***

It is really hard to explain death and grief/mourning to a young child. ***HUG***

I am so sorry about your loss.
standbackstevie
Dec. 12th, 2005 02:02 pm (UTC)
<<>>>

I'm so sorry to hear about Bev. It's horrible for something like this to happen any time of the year, but at the holidays it's like an extra punch in the stomach.

When my daughter was three, I had to try to explain the death of a 3-year-old to her (the little girl was involved in a car accident). It's so hard to do, and I worried that she'd be scared to ride in a car from that point on.

Such difficult stuff, sorry you are going through it. :( If you do travel to Huntsville, take care--safe trip!
oddharmonic
Dec. 13th, 2005 05:54 am (UTC)
*hugs*

I don't think it's too scarring to tell a child that. My great-grandmother died when I was 6 and I remember Mom explaining to us (then 7, 6 and 4) what a stroke was and that Nana had died from one.
( 3 thoughts — Whatcha' think? )