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I was also prepared for my son’s sadness, to the extent that one can ever be ready for a child’s grief. We had discussed how proud his father would have been, acknowledging the pain of seeing who was missing from the audience. I did my best to prepare for the emotional support he would require.
In terms of grief, I felt as ready as I could be for a day that was sure to be a mix of joy and sorrow. Then, the school administrators presented a slideshow. Images of my son and his friends appeared on the big screen, showcasing their growth over the years. Initially, I found myself marveling at how much they had changed; they started school as little kids and were now navigating their tween years with smartphones and social media.
Then a particular photo caught my eye. It depicted my son and two friends during a presentation in second grade, and my heart sank. I vividly remembered that day, having attended alone while my partner was in the hospital, where I signed the papers for hospice just ten days after that picture was taken.
As the slideshow continued, I was flooded with emotions—each image reminded me of all the moments my partner had missed, all the experiences he would never get to witness. My eyes filled with tears as I felt the weight of grief for everything he was robbed of, for all the joy that would never be shared.
Much of my sorrow revolves around what I lost—my partner, co-parent, and closest friend—along with what my children lost, their loving father, and what his friends and family lost—a dependable and joyous presence. It’s natural to focus on the void left behind, especially when trying to piece together life after such a profound loss.
Yet, my partner also lost so much. He had dreams he would never realize and plans that will never come to fruition. He had two children he loved dearly but will never see grow up.
The first time I truly felt the depth of this particular grief was about six months after his death when his workplace implemented a data analysis system he had long aspired to develop. For many, this might seem trivial, but for him, it would have been a source of immense joy and pride. It struck me hard that he missed not just major life events but also the small, everyday victories that would have thrilled him.
He would have relished coming home each evening, excitedly recounting his day. He would have enjoyed gaming with our son, who was too young for video games when my partner passed. He would have loved guiding our daughter through her first mock trial competition.
The realization of what he would have loved to experience creates a unique kind of grief that can be overwhelming. It surfaced at my son’s graduation and during those moments of recognition of missed opportunities. Grief will inevitably resurface, not just on significant occasions but also during the quiet family moments we once shared.
The unfairness of it all is staggering. Mourning for what your loved one is missing, for what could have been, is a complicated journey. There’s no way to prepare for it, and unlike discussing grief with my son, there’s no one to provide emotional support. All I can do is embrace those moments he would have cherished, capturing them in my memory and holding them close. While the grief doesn’t disappear, it becomes a part of my ongoing narrative.
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In summary, navigating the complexities of grief for what my partner is missing is an ongoing journey. While I cherish the moments we had, I also hold space for the dreams and experiences he will never have.
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