A Son-in-Law’s Grief – January 2014

At approximately 5:15 p.m. on Friday, Nov. 1, my mother-in-law called me on my mobile phone as I was driving out of the parking garage at work in Midtown Atlanta. “Lanny has been in an accident” were the words that began a journey for our family that culminated in another phone call, at about 10 a.m. on Thanksgiving Day.

“He’s gone, he’s gone, Daddy’s gone,” my wife heartbreakingly wept into the phone.

When someone has been a part of every major life event for 18 years, it’s hard to say goodbye. Here, Daddy welcomes Carlton into the world in October 2008.

When someone has been a part of every major life event for 18 years, it's hard to say goodbye. Here, Daddy welcomes Carlton into the world in October 2008.

During the last two months, our lives have been emotionally and somewhat physically upended. My mother-in-law lived at the hospital in Augusta for more than three weeks while Daddy was treated in the shock and trauma unit. My wife, Carla, spent countless hours commuting back and forth to Augusta to be by her mama’s and daddy’s side. Hundreds of people supported us with childcare, meals, and financial gifts to defray the cost of travel and feeding our family while Carla was out of work.

Our church family at Parkway Baptist Church proved that care and love was not lip service. My parents left their busy lives and commitments to come and be with us, getting the boys on and off the bus and allowing me to do my job. Our across-the-street neighbors took our boys on so many occasions I have lost count, including on Thanksgiving Day just moments after our boys learned that their grandfather had died.

This is a lot to go through, to understand, to process, to grieve. And like an actor in a supporting role, I have tried to play my part, dutifully, with strength and grace, out of the limelight but lifting up those around me.

But in the process, I fear that I have tamped down my own feelings of loss and regret.

As the son-in-law, I have no blood-relation claim to the grief that my wife carries and is so amazingly overcoming. Even my sons have certain rights, by my way of thinking, which entitle them to grieve this loss in an open way, as best as children can, according to their emotional maturity.

Please don’t misunderstand what I’m about to say: I know this is not about me. I’ve repeated that mantra so many times in the quiet moments at home around the supper table with my boys as their mother was away. I’ve whispered it to myself in hospital waiting rooms. I’ve recited it as I drove to the hospital on Thanksgiving Day, tears obscuring my vision, knowing I was about to stand with two people I love dearly and look on the face of my father-in-law, who would no longer be present in that body.

I know this isn’t about me. I really do.

But how in God’s name am I supposed to feel? Am I allowed any grief? How can I ease the pain of loss that is just beneath the surface, taking all my energy to control as I navigate through my days, trying to focus on working and receiving the generosity and care of others and giving care and strength to my family while celebrating holidays?

How do I get over this? Do I get over this? Is trying to move forward a dishonor to Daddy’s memory? Is feeling or desiring joy a betrayal? Is gloom and sorrow the only emotion to feel? Why do I think that showing sadness just makes me appear weak, pathetic, and a pretender, someone who simply wants attention or to participate in a loss that isn’t really his?

No one has made me feel this way. It’s all in my head. But until now it has remained in my head. I have been in a state of survival numbness that has blocked my ability to express anything.

I was blessed with the opportunity to offer a personal eulogy at the graveside service. It took all of my resources to craft an appropriate word, and writing it did offer a beginning of my own healing. Delivering it to a hurting company of family and friends on that gray December day left me utterly spent as I struggled to say words that were so connected to my heart that I struggled to breathe and give voice to them. I haven’t written anything since.

Today, I am making you part of my journey of grief. If I have resolved to do anything differently this new year, it is to loosen the reins on my emotions and let some of this out. I can’t keep pretending I’m OK. I’m really not.

Lanny Carl Barron was not a perfect man, but he was “Daddy” to me. I have a father. I am blessed to have a dad whom I deeply love and who is still here for me to guide me and support me. I need that wisdom and care now more than ever. But that does not stop me from missing Daddy.

Too often I refrain from saying out loud just how much because I don’t want to upset my wife, Mama, or the boys. But here, now, I am telling you that the loss of my father-in-law is affecting me in a profound way, tapping into unresolved grief from losing my grandparents and maybe every other type of loss I’ve ever experienced back to the days when my first boyhood dog had to be put to sleep.

I promise not to let New South Essays become a morose stream of my darkest thoughts. As the clouds part, I will be able to give energy to other topics, but today, I have to begin my return to feeling by sharing this.

Thank you for reading. And if this somehow speaks to you in your own journey of grief, then God bless you. I know that I am not alone, and that does make a difference.

You are invited to leave your thoughts in a comment below. Perhaps you have unexpressed feelings of loss and putting those feelings in a comment here will help. I invite you to share.

Lance Elliott Wallace lives and writes in the Atlanta suburb of Lilburn, where he lives with his wife, Carla, and three sons. He works as Director of Communications for the Georgia Tech Research Institute and blogs at www.NewSouthEssays.com.

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  1. liz love

    I am so glad Lance that you are able to write and get it out, that let’s me know your healing process has began. If you need to keep writing-do it, but I know that you know God is with you and your family and HE will get you through this. I’ve lost my Mom and dad, father in law, mother in law and other close ones. God brought me out of depression and helplessness, it may not feel like it now but you & your family will get better. Now since I’ve read this you will be in my prayers also. Let the love of God continue to flood your heart-He’s got you & Family under his wings of protection.
    Liz Love

  2. Lisa Glidwell

    What a powerful and deeply personal message you shared. I have walked that same path you are on however, it was 10 years ago this past November for me. It was Bobem, my father in law. Ken Glidwell was an ordinary man, an extraordinary grandpa or “Bobem” as my son called him and an amazing dad. I too felt I had to be strong for my husband, my mother in law Sharon and brother in law plus 4 kids all aged 7 and under. Not easy, and yet God gave me just enough each day to continue to walk in Faith and hope in His perfect plan. To this day, that is how I live. I’m not sure if it’s God design that I fully know and accept that I will see my loved ones again when it is my turn to go which makes my grief seem brief to others. What I do know is that LOVE has no time limit or any type of limitation of when or where. Love just is and blesses us in so many ways. Your need to grieve is real and necessary for whatever Gods plan in the future for you entails. He uses all things to glorify His kingdom and whatever knowledge, insight and understanding you gain from this experience he will use to bless others. May you realize the abundant gift that the grief you are going thru has purpose too. Praying for you and your family.

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