Jeanette (Prysiaznuik) Shewchuk
Jeanette (Prysiaznuik) Shewchuk

Book Blog - Grief

Some experience grief early in life, observing death in nature, losing a pet or a loved one. Each encounter draws our awareness to our own eventual death.

Our first introduction to death can reveal one of the intended lessons for this lifetime. However, it isn't until a specific critical event causes us to drop to our knees, that there is more clarity of our unconscious intended life's learning.

One become aware of a  distinctive marker, a common theme, throughout your life's situations, which until now went unnoticed. You have arrived at a crucial  cross road of your life.  Pay attention, your soul is calling you. It is time to work on your anticipated purpose for this life experience.

My First Experience of Grief

I must have been around 3 or 4 years old. My Grandmother (Baba) was being attended to by my mother and neighbouring women. She was in bed in our summer kitchen, approaching her time to pass. I don't remember much of my Baba except that day.

It was also at this time, my Father brought my dog to me and laid him down on the grass beside me. Unfortunately my dog had a bad habit of chasing cars down the country road. That particular day was one too many times. I sat with my dog, Brownie, trying to console the suffering dog, wishing I could take his pain away. Occasionally I would peek into the window and observe the activity around my Grandmother.

Death seemed to envelope space and time. My dog and Baba died within the same moment. As a child, there seemed to be an acceptance of death being a body's natural process; a knowing that the personality and /or the spirit is very much alive. My Father always brought Orange Crush pop for Baba; a drink she enjoyed from time to time. There happen to be a few full bottles left in the carton. I asked my Father if I could have a bottle, then I went outside, sat on the grass and proceeded to enjoy the pop, as though nothing happened. I very vividly recall that interjected into that pleasant moment was an underlying insidious overwhelming awareness of "guilt". What is wrong with me? I should be grieving.