Posted on 12/23/2004 4:13:27 PM PST by nickcarraway
well thats sad.
Unfortunately, I think that she is right.
I think she is right ... I can't imagine a parent ever getting over the loss of a child under any circumstances. These are particularly gross, and there is no way to rationalize, as you might with a person who suffered great illness and pain. Lethal injection is too good for him.
Laci and Conor are spending Christmas in Heaven with Jesus this year. Let us all pray for those they have left behind. In Jesus there is Peace.
I feel so bad for Sharon. While we are all enjoying this Christmas Season, it will forever hold terrible memories for her.
I remember reading about an author I read a long time ago named Robert Pirsig. He wrote a book titled "Zen and the Art of Motorcyle Maintenance". It was about the ultrarational thought relating to our daily life as a young person. He wrote a second book and spoke about his loss when his son was killed in a random murder. He could not explain his feelings about his loss. I could read no further.
Disgusting. Amber didn't endure an ordeal, she had a fling gone bad.
Hugs and prayers to Sharon and family.
Partial closure will come when Scott dies.......
"Closure" is some crap made up by psychobabblers. And it's gotta be a great racket for them, too, since they can keep charging clients to help them "reach closure" which ain't ever gonna come.
I'm so glad to know that this lady knows the truth about it and won't be susceptible to "America's Witch Doctors". She's already suffered more than I can imagine.
I don't recall ever having heard the word "closure" until the last few years. What did our grandparents call it when they tried to cope with the death of a child or some other tragedy? Just part of living?
Closure. How I despise that word.
It seems that there was a period of mourning, and then life simply went on. It had to. Tragedies leave their mark, but there was work to be done, kids to raise, gardens to tend, etc.
IMO there is such an abundance of leisure time in modern times, that people have a lot of time to contemplate the negative.
I'll see massive loss of life somewhere else in the world (the earthquake in Bam, for example), and wonder how those people cope. Whole families wiped out, save for one child or one father. Horrendous. I can only figure, that they are too busy trying to rebuild what they have left, to let the grief overwhelm them.
The psychobabblers made it up. And, as psychobabblers know, you're not cured as long as you still have some money left.
Beyond that, I think even the use of the term is a reflection of our cultural self-centeredness. We must have "closure" (Try to hear Michael Savage pronouncing it to get the full effect) because our lives and what we want to do with our lives is of paramount importance so we seek to shed all pain or any other inconvenient "baggage" (another of their favorite words). Well, dammit, pain and experience (i.e., "baggage") are what define, describe and, in fact, create our character.
So, what our grandparents did was keep going - maybe with their hearts and backs a little wearier, with a growing number of wrinkles, but, in most cases, a lot more wisdom.
Your so right Spunky. EVERY Christmas Eve and EVERY Christmas holiday and EVERY May 4th birthday will ALL be torturing reminders to her of her enormous loss. A loss that was so COMPLETELY unnecessary.!! I'm sure she wishes that Snott had filed for divorce and moved on with his "sick" lifestyle and let Laci and Conner live. There is no doubt in my mind that Laci could have and would have made a happy life for her Conner. A GOOD and upstanding man would have probably been only too willing to love and care for Laci and Conner. But he just couldn't have stood to see Laci move on from him. I agree with the above poster that said the Needle is too easy for that cold, calculating brutal murderer. May he never have a day's peace for the rest of his miserable life.
Yes I agree. "Closure" appears to be the NEW buzz word used in reference to situations such as this.The word was no doubt likely coined by the psychobabblers. A person and/or a family with a huge hole in their hearts is NOT going to get "closure" or peace of mind. Only the Lord God can provide that peace. I pray He does give Sharon a measure of peace and happiness as she and her family live out the rest of their lives.
It's right there in the New Age Lexicon Of Psychobabble, between "bonding" and "dysfunctional."
My best friend lost her only child last year. There is no closure and those that think there could be have obviously never lost a child. What she has now is a new "normal" you try to keep going-- work and friends and leaning on your spouse but how you wish you could turn back time and protect your child from harm. What there is now is a huge void and tears and searing pain from missing your child and all this as the world moves on around you. Time stops for the grieving parent the day their child dies and it is all the more poigant as the child's friends attain milestones and events that you will never have.
We are not built to die before our children.
It is particulary bad this year as I just lost my beloved husband of 21 years in October.
"In 1940, he was working in Hollywood when he wrote "White Christmas." Im dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know " That line captures what a lot of us try to do each season: reproduce a Christmas past which, like sleigh bells in the snow, really exists in our imaginations......
Irving Berlin was no different.
He recalled how, as a small child, he spent Christmas Day with neighbors, the OHaras, and how enchanted he was with their Christmas tree, which towered over him. "White Christmas" was released in August 1942 and was sung by Bing Crosby in the musical "Holiday Inn."
The song struck a chord with American GIs, then being sent overseas in World War II. By Halloween that year, it was the top song in the nation.
But few knew how Berlin felt about Christmas.
His life had its share of tragedy. His first wife died of typhoid just five months after they were married. His second wife, Ellen Mackay, was from a wealthy Catholic family. Their mixed marriage was a scandal at the time. The New York press hounded them. Mackays father disinherited her. Still, they were joyful at the birth of their first child, Irving Jr., on Dec. 3, 1928.
Three weeks later, on Christmas Day, Berlin went to check on his son and found him dead in his crib, a victim of what today is known as Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
Berlin never fully recovered from his sons death. The Berlins had three more children, all girls, who were raised Christian. For the kids sake, they put up a tree and gave gifts each Christmas. But as the girls celebrated opening gifts, their parents would slip out, never saying that they were going to the cemetery to place flowers on their infant sons grave.
After the girls were grown and had moved out, the Berlins never celebrated Christmas again. For those who have lost someone dear this year, when you hear "White Christmas," you might consider that the man who wrote it knew how you felt. For the rest of us, "White Christmas" may take on a more wistful meaning in a decade or so when we recall a time before political correctness wiped the word "Christmas" from public discourse, and replaced it with some generic name, like "Sparkle Season.""
J.D. Mullane can be reached at 215-949-5745 or at jmullane@phillyBurbs.com. His column appears Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.