(1) Her last whish

You are not the only person who needs to process grief or loss one way or the other. With this blog I want to share with you the journey I’ve made and am still making. I want to share with you the lessons I’ve learned and am still learning.

Her last whish

My daughter Anne Birgit knew she was going to die. Her last whish was that I would coach or guide people who lost a dear one.

My daughter died in 2000 at an age of 21 years young. Shortly after her birth it was discovered that she had Cystic Fibrosis. The impact to us as parents was huge. Not only she had this illness, but mostly the expectation that she would die a (very) young age. Almost every year we asked ourselves if it would be her last one.

A broken heart

My partner and soul mate Mary Anne deceased in 2011. She struggled with the loss of our daughter. Any kind of help and support in dealing with her loss she wanted or could not accept. And not at all from me because I too struggled with loss of our daughter. Eventually my wife died of a broken heart.

In the week before her death, I received a card from a woman I had coached. She wrote that she found me a special and beautiful light on her path-of-life. The conversation with my wife about this in the weekend before she died, I can still remember well. She suggested, no … she insisted that this form of coaching should become my future path. At the same time, it was, in her usual manner, a subtle reminder to fulfill our daughter’s last whish.

The end of my professional life

In 2013 I retired after an active life that gave me great satisfaction. However, there was one drawback to that working life: I was very much from home. I have no idea how many times I have travelled around the world, how many cities I have seen, let alone in how many hotels I have slept. As a result, I consider myself a citizen of the world.

As a management consultant and as a project manager I was always able to see not only the pleasure but also the stress in my environment. I could see this with others … but not with myself. The result was that after my retirement my body was tired and wanted to recover from all the stress I had built up in recent years. Of course, there was also the loss of my wife and my daughter. That turned out when I discovered by chance mid 2013 that my bereavement had finally begun … imagine, after years!

It was finally time to carry out my daughter’s last whish. To make a promise is one thing, to make it happen is something of a completely different order.

All beginnings are difficult

You are not the only one to process grief one way or the other. With this blog I want to share with you the journey I have made so far and still make. I want to share with you the lessons I have learned, and still learn.

My journey, or perhaps better, my path to bereavement, runs along topics like understanding, letting go, you thought it was about to finalize and there’s always some pain remaining. In my opinion, the core of bereavement comes down to get everything from life and, despite all the suffering, also to enjoy a little.

Besides this blog, according to my daughter’s last whish, a foundation was set up in the Netherlands under the name Stichting Jouw Rouwverwerking. The purpose of the foundation is to help others in dealing with their loss and help them with their bereavement. Outside the Netherlands, the foundation is called Mourn & Grief Foundation.

It is clear to me that I can’t do this alone. I can’t change the world on my own. What I can do though is to change myself and hopefully I can also teach others to see that there’s a different way in dealing with your grief. Hopefully you will spread the news. You never know what can happen in the future, but I sincerely do hope that I can make a difference with the foundation, even if it’s only a small difference.

Several authors have already contributed blogs to the Foundation

Text changed: 01-05-2019