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Why do we hurt when our loved ones die?

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(idea) by Ahab (2 mon) (print)   ?   (I like it!) 2 C!s Wed Jan 24 2001 at 1:11:55

"To remember is to triumph over loss and death; to forget is to form a partnership with oblivion."

From "The Shame of Forgetting", Harpers April 1999
Charles Baxter

I had always thought that the answer to this question had something to do with the loss of companionship of the loved one. Even if you want to be narcissistic about it, it could even be because it allows us to focus our own mortality; the fact that we too will die and in fact are dying right now. But I have just learned about a curious alternative to either of the past two suggestions.

Genevieve Jurgensen argues in her beautiful book about her daughter's deaths, The Disappearance: A Memoir of Loss, that we hurt because we know we will forget.

We know that we will try to let go of the deceased loved one. That in fact most therapists would say this is a healthy thing. That dwelling on the past kills us today. But Jurgensen argues that we hurt because we know we will have to move on. That we feel guilty, not so much that we have lived and they have died, but rather that we will forget them.

I have experienced this with my uncle. He died in 1996. Prior to his death we had a strong bond; we played blues guitar together, he took me to see the Rolling Stones. I talked to him several times a week. When he died, as it seems to be my nature, I didn't grieve outwardly, but I thought he would be on my mind. Looking back now I'm shocked that there have honestly been periods of several months were I have not thought about him. I don't think I'm an asshole, I just think what I did or am doing is normal.

So we hurt, because we know we will forget. And if we don't remember, who will carry on our loved ones' legacy?


(idea) by Accipiter (2.8 y) (print)   ?   (I like it!) 1 C! Wed Jan 24 2001 at 2:01:14

There's more to this, as well. It's a side we don't like to look at, but nonetheless, it's there.

We hurt when our loved ones die because humans are naturally selfish with regard to their emotions. When a loved one passes away, we realize that their lives will no longer be a part of ours. Their love won't touch our lives any longer, and we realize that we will quite possibly never see them again. (Totally dependent on your beliefs.)

This also causes people to get angry when a loved one dies. They invoke the rationale of "Why did he/she have to die? Why couldn't it have been someone else?" We say this, because that "someone else" doesn't mean as much to us as our loved ones. We're trying to protect our own emotions.

The state of "missing" someone is self-interest. They are not here with us, so we feel the loss of their being gone. It hurts our emotions, and we aren't as happy until they have returned. With death, it's more of a permanent situation. Therefore, the emotional pain is a lot more intense. We know they won't come back.


(idea) by Alpheus (15.5 hr) (print)   ?   (I like it!) Wed Jan 24 2001 at 2:38:15

Its even worse when you know you should hurt and you don't.

It haunts you for years. You have nightmares riddled with guilt. You start noticing a pattern within that all things which should be shattering simply have no effect.

I'm not sure if its a self-defense mechanism my psyche kicks in periodically, or if its a switch I turn on and off myself, but sometimes, when I should feel everything painted with a blue sorrow, I feel nothing at all.

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