A Love Letter at Death


Impact of parent communication with sons and daughters during the crucial end of life experience.

My office phone, also in my home, rang at 6 a.m. My client's voice a whisper due to shock. Her mother, enduring a long illness yet completely coherent the evening before, had died peacefully in her sleep an hour before. This day was my client's 30th birthday.

One of my close friends was caring for her mother following a difficult surgery. Her mother had been depressed since the death of her husband, her childhood sweetheart, the year before. Though she told her daughter, only child, again and again how much she loved her, she also said repeatedly that with her husband no longer with her, she wished to die. My friend's mother died a few moments after her daughter stepped out of the hospital room for a cup of coffee. It was my friend's 50th birthday.

Another client, adopted at the age of two, had an excellent relationship with her adoptive parents. With their understanding and support, she spent several years searching for her birth mother. When she finally found her, she also learned that this woman had died three months earlier. Her death was on my client's birthday.

Do these deaths coinciding with the birthdate of a child hold any meaning? Or are they mere coincidence? All of my experience, in studying cases of clients who have experienced this depth of loss on such a significant day in their lives, shows that this kind of dramatic event holds great meaning.

A child's first home is within the body of the mother who births them. This connection to the one who gives birth is primitive as well as, consciously and unconsciously, enduring -- even when a child is raised by others who love him or her deeply and dearly.

A graduate school friend gave up her son when she was 15 years old. She knows who his parents are now, how cherished he is and how he has flourished. She does not wish to be part of his life. "I think this would be selfish and disruptive to him, giving unnecessary conflict and anxiety," she has confided. My friend has gone on to have a very fulfilling marriage. She is a mom of three and an attorney concentrating in family law. However, in her words: "Since I gave up my child, even without realizing the day, each year on his birthday I wake up, heart pounding, eyes tearing."

I have also learned that the decision to have a child is an act of hope, even when one is not ready or able to care for a child. This is true even for those who chose to keep a child and may make dreadful parenting mistakes. It is important to remember that the behavior shown to a child that can be the most harmful is almost always a repeat of, or reaction to, the way that parent was treated during their formative years.

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