The Club No One Ever Wants to Belong to: Being a Parent Whose Child Died

I’m a member of the club that no one wants to belong to…ever. I’m a parent whose child died.

It’s finally time to come out. I’m a member of the club that no one wants to belong to…ever. I’m a parent whose child died. Our son, Daniel, died in August 2000, at age 18.

Members of this club share an understanding that goes beyond empathy, which is helpful when we come across each other. We “get it” in a way we don’t want anyone to ever have to.

We know that:

• Each of us is deeply scarred but we’re here, living.

• Others don’t know what to say to us; on our good days, we understand.

• A basic question like “how many kids do you have?” is tough to answer.

As a teller of photo stories, I know the power sharing family stories has for you and your family. However it’s done—by simply sharing snapshots or thoughtfully-created photo books—the storytelling process is both joyful and healing. It is effort that matters.

And, telling the stories of our children who have died, celebrating their lives, matters, too…a lot.

So, I’m coming out to offer my skills and joy in photo storytelling specifically to other parents of children who have died. Creating a photo book to share a story of your beloved child can and will be powerful and enjoyable.

Also, by aiding parents in celebrating the lives of their children who have died, I honor Daniel.

Here’s the thing: I know most of you reading this blog do not, thankfully, are not in the club. I’m grateful for that.

But, if you are, I’d love to know.

Also, if you’re not but know someone who is, would you please share this blog post with them? I hope to reach as many of us as possible to help them celebrate their child’s life through this powerful and joyful storytelling process.

May you find ways to celebrate and honor the people important to you.

With my best wishes,

Jiffy