Meaning of My Son's Death

Spiritual Sunday.

I thought about my son’s death. Why did he have to die? (My son died after 4 years of fighting the cancer in November, 2019. ) What does it mean to us, the family? What does it mean to me?

I had a clearer vision and I knew the answer better when my son was alive. We volunteered to go to his elementary school’s classrooms to educate the other students about fighting cancer and having a handicap. I knew it was why we are going though the adversity. We go through this, and we overcome it, and we share the story so people especially children can be encouraged, motivated, and make changes in their lives.

But I realized… after my son went to heaven, I stopped the volunteering. I stopped sharing his stories. I stopped doing a workshop or event on “From Adversity to Advocacy” that I used to do.

It’s because my partner, my son, is gone. But that doesn’t mean the story ends there. Actually the story of my son has been always updated everyday after his death. it’s all about how the family is coping and dealing with grief everyday.

I believe that being vulnerable and telling the story about our adversity is true self
empowerment. I believe adversity, what we go through in our life, is something that
make us us.

 I cannot deny that I have fear. For example, a fear of "what if no one is interested?"
and "what if people criticize you?" But, this story is my story and I
should be tell the story without worrying about how people might judge you,
which actually means I myself is judging myself.

So I joined Story Skills Workshop.
workshop as a means for me to be vulnerable enough to admit and accept the
fear, worry, adversity, and all the negatives and turn them into hope and
advocacy through the power of story.

For me, one of the meanings of my son’s death is obviously to tell the story of my son to make a ripple effect in people’s mind.