... to claim my freedom.
A lot of you have been widowed, and many may relate on one level or another with my struggle with the issue of forgiveness and whether I should reach out to or remain in communication with my stepson. For those who don't know, he is committed to the state mental hospital for killing his father. I keep wanting to be "big" enough to be in touch with and possibly visit him.
For the first 18 months after my DH was killed, I considered myself Jim's advocate for Ben with the courts. I'd say, "I'm doing what Jim would do if Ben had killed ME." One of my girlfriends finally said, "Janice, that's not the parallel. The question is, 'What would Jim have done if YOUR son had killed YOU?'" I realized I didn't know the answer to that. And it occurred to me that this was kind of a reverse (perverse?) bargaining in the stages of grief, a way to not let Jim be dead. I had to let Jim be dead.
Letting go of the notion I should actively support Ben now, I think, is yet another step in allowing Jim to be dead. Each time Ben writes me, I'm initially pleased with his progress ... then depression creeps in. I intellectually know what happened that day ... but it is far in the background in my day-to-day life. Then contact with Ben allows the reality and horror of it to bubble up again. I've finally owned that what I have actually wanted from him was closure. But isn't it it's insane for me to expect to get that from an insane person?
Closure is, in the end, an inside job.
SO ... I have finally given myself permission to simply walk away. I have told him in person and in writing that I forgive him -- and forgiveness will continue to be my daily path, for my own sake. However, I don't need to keep scratching open that wound. I hope this is my last update on that topic, all the while knowing that human emotions are complicated. But I need to release him. And let Jim be dead.