How to Mark the Anniversary of a Loved One’s Death!

A few weeks ago, I got a message from a young lady in Australia who had lost her mum some years back.
The 10th Anniversary of her mum’s death was approaching and she was starting to feel nervous. I could relate to these feelings, I experienced the same feeling for years until one year I completely forgot about the day, despite my anxiety leading up to it.
Anyway, so I shared a few ideas with this young lady on how to cope with these feelings and how to ‘prepare’ for this looming day, with the caveat that it’s absolutely fine to also just chill and do nothing.
These tips are also helpful for other special occasions {Birthdays, Christmas, Mother’s/Father’s Day etc}:
  1. Visit the grave site, memorial site, or other place where you go to remember your loved one, you can take some flowers or a small plant. If your loved one wasn’t buried, perhaps you may want to visit or spend time in a place where you feel close to your loved one.
  2. In the early years, actually maybe 3-4yrs after my mum’s death, I found it comforting watching videos of her funeral. Very strange I know. First I watched videos of my dad’s funeral, then I could see ‘live’ images of my mum and hear her voice. After awhile, I got the courage to watch her own video. I would sit and watch when no one was home, it was just my own way of dealing with my loss. Of course I sobbed watching the videos but I also felt connected to her. Unfortunately those video tapes are gone now
  3. Volunteer with a charity or cause close to your loved ones heart. I volunteer with a couple of bereavement charities and I’m always passionate about supporting bereaved children.
  4. Plan a memorial service or candle light vigil. My mum did something similar for my dad’s anniversaries. Infact we often had prayer sessions and made a special meal (bean cake) and shared this with our neighbours back in Nigeria.
  5. Reach out to someone else grieving the loss via letter, card, phone call, or e-mail. It can be helpful reminiscing with someone who was also close to your loved one. I often wondered about catching up with my mum’s best friends, those who knew her before she even got married and had kids.
  6. Host a dinner party and invite those who knew your loved ones best. I saw a post on Instagram recently where a lovely woman had planned her brother’s post-humorous 50th birthday in grand style. It was an intimate family affair but planned with so much elegance.
  7. Read old notes, letters, or e-mails from your loved one. Alternatively you could write your loved one a letter, sharing your experiences in the past year with them.
  8. Distract yourself by getting together with friends and/or work colleagues or taking a short trip.
  9. Make a keepsake box of things that remind you of your loved one. You can also order a Letters of Hope Memory box. Please email hello@lettersofhope.org.uk with your enquiry stating your location.
  10. I also just discovered pebble/stone decorating. Very therapeutic for children and adults
  11. One of the creative activities we do with families I work with, is releasing balloons (biodegradable balloons available) with a special note for your loved one.
I hope you find 1 or 2 ideas that resonates with you. Please feel free to share with others.
If you’re reading this and would like to send a gift package to a friend on the anniversary of their loved’s one death, please feel free to get in touch (hello@lettersofhope.org.uk), we have gift packages starting from as low as £5.
Keep Keeping On xx
{Photo by Tatiana Niño on Unsplash}

Dance With My Father Again

I can go an entire week, maybe even weeks and not think of my Dad, as I was quite young when he passed away, and prior to that, he travelled a lot due to the nature of his work. So my memories of him are limited yet vivid and significant.

One of my favourite memories of my Dad was dancing with him at the celebration of life (funeral) party for my Grandad. My papa was the eldest of 9 children and had come home to give his Dad, my grandad, a befitting send-off.

I remember that after the party was over, a couple of my dad’s friends and his brothers stayed back. I don’t recall any of my siblings being around but I was with my Dad, listening in on his banter with his friends, watching as he played a local game (Ayo) with them whilst drinking. Then the village drummers came by to serenade him with some music. He got up and so did I, naturally, as I was sitting on his lap.

We began dancing together, moving to the rhythm of the beats…we were being cheered on by his friends and I danced with so much energy like I didn’t care that people were watching; I had absolutely no inhibitions. The louder they cheered, the more erratic my moves. It was the best feeling in the whole wide world. I don’t think I’ve danced like that since then. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was drunk and intoxicated with the local wine, but of course not, I hadn’t even had a drop of the wine, I was only 6 years old. I was drunk in love, in love with my Daddy. The one who named me ‘Eyimatofopeoluwa’ (this is enough to thank God for); he was so thankful to God for my safe arrival after a difficult birth, I was his last child – the child of his middle age.

My siblings jest that I wasn’t planned but I know God had it all planned out. Anyway back to this party, I was happy to have all of my Daddy’s attention on me. As I mentioned earlier, he often travelled, so I cherished every moment I could spend with him. So you can imagine my grief, the brokenness of my fragile heart, when I was called to the headmaster’s office barely weeks after I had been summoned to the same office to be told of my grandad’s death, except this time it was Daddy. I thought noooo, noo way. This has got to be a joke, but it wasn’t.

I haven’t danced like that since my grandad’s party. I’d love to dance with my Daddy again, to run into his arms and give him a big hug. To sit with him and tell him all I have achieved, the struggles I have overcome, the challenges I still face. How I’d love him to meet my nephews, nieces and my own son.

It has been 28 years, my grief hasn’t completely gone away, BUT my pain eases with time or so I think, until a major event happens in my life and then the tears stream down my face usually unexpectedly…because I long for my daddy, to be kissed on the forehead, patted on the back, maybe even scolded for my mischievousness.

I am sharing this part of my story, my pain, to let you know – I’m willing to be your friend and share my bereavement journey with you. I’m willing to walk with you as you face your own challenges. Yes, grief is unique to each individual but they say talking helps, so why don’t you drop me an email when you’re ready to talk – hello@lettersofhope.org.uk and if you’re not ready just yet, you can get a copy of my book ‘Letters of Hope’ from www.lettersofhope.org.uk
I share some practical tips on dealing with grief in my book. I hope you find it helpful.

“Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there’s always tomorrow

Lean on me, when you’re not strong
And I’ll be your friend
I’ll help you carry on
For it won’t be long
‘Til I’m gonna need
Somebody to lean on”
– Bill Withers, Lean On Me

#BeEncouraged

Happy Anniversary Daddy – I miss you!