William James Tremayne-Pengelly has been my hero my entire 46 years of existence, and I think of him proudly today. He always stood stoic in his uniform on Remembrance Day (Veteran's Day in the US) and would refrain from talking about his military experience due to the trauma he carried. Men like my grandfather were stoic in their grief and shunned from expressing their emotions to family and friends. On this November 11th, I think of the many men who were not allowed to grieve openly due to societal constraints. The grief they carried from being shipped out to war, leaving a life behind, and the uncertainty of whether they would come back to that life alive. The grief of witnessing death and destruction, while fighting for survival; grieving the comrades who died in brutal ways, and the guilt of returning to the life left behind. Wherever my grandfather is today, I hope he knows that I saw his grief, I acknowledge his grief, and I honor his grief through my compassionate Doula heart.
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