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Tracy Lee • Dec 12, 2022

Today was a great day. My sister was adopted by our father. I have waited for this day for decades.


Last week, it seemed as though it would not happen. My father is ill in another state and unable to travel back to Texas. We notified the court as soon as we knew that our father would not be able to return for the court date. We asked the court if a limited power of attorney would suffice in our father's stead. The court would not answer the question. Instead, they told us to hire an attorney.


An attorney did not seem necessary as the adoption was not contested. I spoke with my sister and said the court did not say that a power of attorney would not work; however, they would not say it would either. In light of their refusal to commit to a definitive answer, we thought that a power of attorney would work. And, indeed, it did. My baby sister, the adorable little girl I grew up with, is now my sister legally.


My baby sister's birth mother passed away when she was a toddler. As her birth mother had been ill since my little sister's birth, my little sister has always lived with us. Her birth father and my father are brothers. My father was older than her father, and at the time of her mother's death, my father was married with a family in tow. It was natural that my father cared for his younger brother's daughter. Today, our family has been made whole. I wish our mother were still living so she could have witnessed the joy this day has brought us.


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LOSS OF A PARENT


The loss of a parent at any age is debilitating to their child's core strength.


The loss of parental security is devastating at two years old or at 32 years old.


A parental loss may result in the loss of your greatest champion, your provider, your friend, your confidant, your favorite person ever, your emotional strength, and your protector. These losses are overwhelming for children and adults alike.

The loss of a parent may present an opportunity for self-evaluation, self-improvement, and inner growth.


Sometimes it is helpful to rely on a trusted and valued friend to help you recover from such a devastating loss. (Mourning Lights, 2022)


After we left court this morning, I rode with my sister in her van up to Texarkana for breakfast.


On the way there, she told me that this had been a challenging month for her. I asked her how, and she told me that her cat, her favorite cat ever, had died at the beginning of the month. Not only that, but the cat died while resting in my baby sister's lap. Because the cat was having difficulties breathing, my sister put her finger in the cat's throat to sweep for any debris that may have been blocking her airway. When she did, the cat closed her mouth as death overtook her. As she closed her mouth, her canine punctured my sister's finger.


As the day came to an emotional close, my sister noticed that her punctured finger had begun to swell. Before too long, her finger was hurting and not looking so well. She went to the emergency room, and sure enough, she had Cat Scratch Fever. My sister was immediately rushed into a room where powerful antibiotics and treatments were administered. There she stayed for two days. She was released on the third day with additional antibiotics, and her finger is doing much better.

Emotionally, my sister is suffering extreme grief and does not understand why she cannot recover from the loss of her kitty. Because today was such a wonderful day for our family, I did not discuss her grief with her; however, I feel she suffers from complicated grief and probably needs extra support.


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Pet death


As with family and friends, the death of a pet may be equally painful.


The grief experience with human loss is predicated upon the depth of association.


The same holds true for our animal companions.


Animal companions may have taken the place of past loved ones.


They may even be the central emotional contact within our lives.


They may be our best friends, our confidants, or our only contact with another living soul for weeks on end.


If your animal companion is an integral part of your existence, expect to grieve their loss as you would any other dear friend or loved one.


You will most likely experience every phase of the grief cycle during recovery.


You may opt to bury your pet without ceremony.


You may choose to bury your pet with memorial or funeral services.


You may even choose to cremate your pet and have their cremains buried with you at your time of passing.


Whatever your final choices are for your pet's interment, realize that the passing of your animal companion may be just as debilitating as the loss of your human companions. (Mourning Lights, 2022)


When our mother could no longer reside in an assisted living facility in Texarkana, TX, my sister took her and our aunt home to Austin, TX. She took care of our mother and our aunt until January of this year, when they both died within a few weeks of each other.


In the latter stage of life, our mother suffered from dementia and, for safety reasons, was transferred to a nursing home. Although our mother was not in my sister's home at the time of her death, my sister continued to take care of her as much as possible until the day she died. My sister transported our aunt to north Texas for our mother's services the week of our mother's funeral. However, my aunt was too weak and did not survive the trip. As they arrived in town, they stopped by the emergency room, and the doctors thought it much more prudent to admit our aunt into their care. We buried our mother and our aunt within a week of each other.


It was a difficult time for all of us, but I thought it was particularly difficult for my sister. She had cared for our mother during the early stages of dementia, and there were times when our mother may not have been as kind as she would have been otherwise. These moments affected my sister, and I felt so badly about them. To add our aunt's death to all that was happening at that time was even more sorrow that my sister suffered.


The deaths of two women who played vital roles in your life and who both lived in your home during the final stages of life invite complicated grief. My sister, my other siblings, and their spouses all had COVID when our mother died, so her funeral services were delayed for three weeks. Life was a mess for everyone in our family in January of 2022.


Now, as 2022 winds down into 2023, my sister has suffered the loss of her beloved kitty. Having the kitty breathe its last breath in her lap brings everything to the surface. Although she tried to ignore it, my sister had moments of sorrowful memories mixed in with her adoption. It was sad that neither of our parents was there today, but at least all of our siblings were.


For me, today was bittersweet. I missed our mother so much while we were at the courthouse. I know she would have loved to have been there and that had she had her wits about her before she died, she would have adopted my sister before her death. Our mother was a Cajun woman from South Louisiana who loved her children fiercely. I have seen her on more than a few occasions go to fists over the protection of her children, not the least of which would be my youngest sister. She loved us all and never thought of my baby sister as anyone other than her child.


I hope our father recovers soon and returns to Texas in good health. My sister wants to celebrate this joyous and long-awaited occasion with him.


Grief is a wild and crazy beast. My sister has suffered incredible anguish in her life. Although the adoption is a joyous one, it has brought back painful and confusing memories for her. Stacking these painful memories with the loss of our mother and aunt earlier this year and now losing her beloved kitty has been a U-haul truck full of stress and agony for my sister. The death of her kitty was just the final straw in her grief struggles.


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Multiple Losses


If suffering multiple losses, a survivor must grieve each one separately.


Each decedent was loved separately; therefore, each must be grieved accordingly. (Mourning Lights, 2022)


I hope my sister's life slows down enough so she can grieve each of her losses in 2022.


She is a caring and loving person. She tries to make the world a better place and render love and service to those suffering around her. It is time for others to take care of her for a while. She needs time to heal.


My name is Tracy Renee Lee. I am a Certified Grief Counselor (GC-C), Funeral Director (FDIC), published author, syndicated columnist, Podcaster, and founder of the "Mikey Joe Children's Memorial" and Heaven Sent, Corp. I write books, weekly bereavement articles, Podcasts, and Grief BRIEFs related to understanding and coping with grief. I am the American Funeral Director of the Year Runner-Up and recipient of the BBB's Integrity Award.



It is my life's work to comfort the bereaved and help them live on.


By Tracy Lee 28 Sep, 2020
The past two weeks have been difficult for me. I have suffered the loss of a dear friend and have served families that have suffered great losses. The COVID-19 pandemic has caused unwarranted loss, stress, and heartache to so many people this year. Not only have we lost loved ones, but we have lost our economy, our comfort, and our security as Americans. Everywhere I look, it seems that people are rude and uncaring toward each other when what we need is love. I wish we could be kind to each other, considerate to each other, and help each other through our difficulties rather than burning cities, burning businesses, and tearing apart what makes up great, our Union. Americans are the most blessed people in the world. We live in a time of convenience and wealth. Why is it then that we can’t add kindness and respect to our society? Why must there be murders and brutal attacks on innocent people walking down the street? I work with families every day who would give all that they have for just one more moment with their loved one to say, “I’m sorry” or “I love you.” Time is so precious, but even more precious is the way that we treat others. For if we treat others with contempt, we will reap the bitter reward of hatred. Hate eats a person from the inside out, and no matter how hard a hateful person tries to find happiness, it will never come to them. I know this because I see it every day. A hateful heart has no room for happiness. Happiness only comes to those who love. Love is like light. Light is the only thing that is stronger than the dark. If you have a completely dark room and you strike a match, the light from that match will push the darkness away and light up the room. Conversely, if you have a room filled with light and you cup your hands to create a spot of darkness. As soon as you open your hands, the dark is gone. Light overpowers it just as love overpowers hate. Love is the only thing that is stronger than hate. If you strike an ember of love in the heart of someone full of hate, love will grow and overtake their hatred. In my profession, love is very important. I see all too often those who have pushed love aside thinking that they were winning an argument or for some other ridiculous reason. What I see when this happens is that at the end of life, those who were foolish and let hatred get the best of them suffer the most. They remain miserable for the rest of their lives. Don’t be one of these people. Don’t let hatred get the best of you. And most assuredly, let us not allow hatred to overtake our country. I don’t want to live in a world filled with hatred and discontent. I want happiness and love for all. I especially want love in your life when you suffer loss because believe me, when the grim reaper knocks, it’s too late to cry for one more moment to say, “I’m sorry” or “I love you.” At that moment, the weight of hatred crushes every hope you ever had to make amends, to accomplish happiness, or to right any wrong you may have perpetrated. It’s too late and you are the person who will suffer the consequences of your vicious actions. You are the person who will have no friends, no love, and who will die alone; miserable because of your hatred and terrible deeds. I know because I see it in so many people who thought they could just make a statement, a judgment, or an action and not suffer the consequences. In the end, it’s the hateful people who suffer the consequences. They die alone without love or support. Their needs are not met and they writhe in misery. I lost a dear friend this past week. He was kind, loving, and good. He made the world a better place, and he made my life happier through his actions of kindness toward me. I wish everyone alive could have known my friend. Christ died to make man holy, and my friend John took up his offer. John was a holy man. He lived his life serving others, teaching others, and helping anyone who needed help. He was filled with love and he shared his love with those who needed it. If we could all be like John, the world would be an amazingly happy and beautiful place. John is gone and I feel the weight of his loss deeply in my soul. He leaves a legacy of service to our nation, service to Christ, and service to anyone who needed it. He was a good man, a great man, and now he is gone. I will have the honor of directing his memorial service in a few days. The church will be bursting as those who John served make their way there to express their sorrow and love for him. I will be one of those people. John’s legacy will continue in his absence because he ignited goodness, love, and service in the hearts of those about him. May we all understand and embrace John’s mission in life to serve and love our fellow beings. Doing so will bring us the greatest rewards. It will fill our lives with the greatest gifts on earth; joy, happiness, and love. This is my prayer for you, for our nation, and for the world during this time of uncertainty and discontent. Thank you, John, for being my friend, and my God bless you as you arrive home, never to suffer more, the pains of the world nor heartaches of men. Godspeed.
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By Tracy Renee Lee, FDIC, GC-C 26 May, 2020
I received a first call late last night and was therefore at the hospital when I ran into an acquaintance of mine. As we spoke, she told me that her father had recently died. She began to cry and I offered to send over a set of my grief books (Mourning Light I, II, & III) to her office the following morning. I wrote her a sympathy card and delivered the books about 15 minutes ago. She had not yet arrived at her office, so I left the books and card with her secretary. The following is the note I wrote in the sympathy card. I thought I would share it, in hopes that it might help others who mourn as well. Dear Friend, February will be the 2nd anniversary of my grandson’s death. It is said that “Death is Final”; that is untrue. The pain and loneliness remain in my soul, and it feels as though I held his lifeless body, yesterday, in my arms. That day broke me; it almost killed me. Had I not had the love and support of my husband and children, I don’t think my sanity would have remained with me. The pain continues to crush my soul with anguish. There are 4 things that have helped me survive the debilitating pain of losing my grandson, and I wanted to share them with you in hopes that you might find peace in them as well. Prayer Prayer was, and continues to be, my saving grace. Without the love and promise of Christ’s redeeming grace, peace would remain unobtainable. Recounting my Experience Sharing my story out loud made it real. It took away my fear. It gave me power over the chaos of pain. Information As a certified grief counselor, knowing what to expect and whether it was normal or abnormal helped keep my worries at bay. The books that I have sent over are filled with information, plainly and simply written, to help you understand and identify the symptoms of grief, as well as recovery’s signs and secrets. Journaling Writing down my anguishes, thoughts, pains, worries, and fears helped me to let them go. I was able to organize myself, and it gave me hope for my future. I am sorry for the dreadful sorrow in your heart, and the pain that infiltrates your daily existence. I understand that breathing feels unnatural, it takes effort to continue on, and that peace eludes you. I wish that death did not exist, but it is a reality that the both of us know all too well; one that we must endure. I believe that families are forever, that we are all God’s children, and that we will reunite with our loved ones across the veil as we too, one day, experience death. Until that day arrives, however, I pray that you and I will live our lives as emissaries of Christ, basking in his grace, and recipients of his glory. I hope that as you suffer the loss of your daddy that you will feel comfortable in reaching out to others, and that you might call me should you need assistance. The pain of grief should never be carried nor suffered in silence, nor alone. Reach out and allow those who love and care for you to lighten your burdens. Life will never be as it once was, but it will improve as you share priceless moments of peace with those who remain by your side. I hold you in high esteem, and pray that Christ’s promise will grace your soul. With Deepest Regards, Tracy Lee My name is Tracy Renee Lee. I am a Certified Grief Counselor (GC-C), Funeral Director (FDIC), published author, syndicated columnist, and co-founder of the “Mikey Joe Children’s Memorial” and Heaven Sent, Corp. I write books, weekly bereavement articles, and Grief BRIEFs related to understanding and coping with grief. I am the American Funeral Director of the Year Runner-Up and recipient of the BBB’s Integrity Award. It is my life's work to comfort the bereaved and help them live on, as well as educate adults in the needs of surviving children.
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