My Niece is Dead.
This is what shock looks like...
One dog was missing Monday morning. My sister opened her daughter’s room to see if he spent the night with her. She saw the dog leaving the room but her focus was on Rachel—who was lying on the floor in a fetal position. One foot was oddly discolored, she thought it was a trick of the light that made it look so purple. She touched Rachel—only to find that her skin was ice cold.
My sister didn’t scream or cry. She sought out her husband and asked him to come with her. Numbly, they called for help…
My phone rang Monday morning and I smiled when I saw my sister’s name pop up. The voice on the other end of the line was all wrong. I can’t remember what I said when their neighbor explained that my niece was dead. But I remember her voice repeating over and over again…"I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry".
I didn’t know what to do.
I went to work, opened the back door and only got as far as the phone room. I needed to alert them that I would be leaving town so they could adjust the schedule. I opened my mouth and nothing came out. And then I sobbed. And had a hard time stopping.
I didn’t know if I should go to my sister right away or wait till she asked for me.
Suddenly, my flesh and blood sister became a fragile shimmering soap bubble that I needed to insulate and protect but I couldn’t figure out just how to do it. I was so very afraid that I would do something wrong and she would just shatter.
Because what parent can survive the death of their child?
This is what grief looks like...
My brother in law told me that when my sister saw the three of us arrive from out of town, it was all suddenly, distressingly…very real. Up until that moment, it was like watching a movie, and it was impossible to believe that her daughter could actually be dead.
I watched her face crumple when I walked through the door. I saw her shuffle from one to the next sister until she reached me. I felt her body quiver with pain as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
There is very little you can do to help someone that has experienced pain like this. So you do the ordinary, the simple tasks that keep you both occupied.
The morning after she found her daughter on the floor, my sister took a shower to help her wake up after a sleepless night. She entered the chilly kitchen with a pale face and wet hair. I walked her back to the bathroom, lifted up section after section of her thick hair to blow it dry while she stared at herself in the mirror with vacant eyes.
The pain comes in waves.
We’d be talking about the dogs (one of them was Rachel’s), a succulent planter I saw in a restaurant (Rachel always wanted one) food (they had leftovers of one of her favorite dishes still in the refrigerator)….anything and everything had the potential to make my sister freeze up as the knife sliced though her heart all over again.
This is what depression looks like...
My niece has suffered from depression for over ten years. She died before her 23rd birthday this month.
One in five people will experience depression at some time in their life. Most recover with support and sometimes medication. Some are not as lucky.
My niece was seen by a variety of specialists and despite some periods of normalcy, the depression would eventually return, stalking her relentlessly until her death.
She tried both prescribed medications and then illicit drugs. She drank alcohol. When she was hospitalized after a suicide attempt several months ago, the physician counseled her on the drug use. “It’s not about the drugs,” Rachel told him emphatically. I believe her.
While the depression ruled her life, I never got the sense that the substance abuse did. It seemed too purposeful, done carefully to avoid detection.
But while it might not have controlled her life, it did end her life. Rachel took a syringe to her arm and injected a substance that she thought was heroin. Maybe it was. There have been reports of fentanyl being sold as heroin in the area where my niece lived. Fentanyl is 30x more potent than heroin and if that is what Rachel injected, she would be yet another victim of the dramatic surge of overdoses due to drug dealers who substitute one drug for another.
But regardless of what went into her vein, I still believe the real killer’s name was depression.
This is what love looks like...
When Rachel’s pregnant sister arrived at the house and couldn’t find the strength to get out of the car, one of my sister’s threw open the car door. She hugged my niece fiercely, whispered into her ear and ignored the rain that dampened her clothing.
Later, when the two of them sat together on the sofa, I heard my sister tell my niece—“I’ve got you. I won’t let go.”
Casseroles from neighbors, phone calls from friends, cards, flowers, coffee at 4 am when my sister could not sleep…
But surpassing any tenderness that was shown to the family, it was the stories of love that Rachel shared with others during her short life that really made an impact on me.
Alongside the ocean that Rachel adored, her friends and family gathered to say goodbye this week. What I learned from them was that Rachel never let the misery that she was going through keep her from doing good.
In fact, I believe Rachel’s illness helped her to be more sympathetic and kind to others. She bought food for those between jobs, encouraged those suffering from anxiety, supported others who were trying to define themselves and defended those who needed a protector.
Rachel loved passionately. She would not allow her parents to depart for bed without giving them each a hug. Every single night. Rachel’s aunt said that in Russia, where she came from, it’s not common to say the words “I love you”. The last time Rachel hugged her aunt, she was taken aback when Rachel said those very words to her.
We need to say those words more often, her aunt declared to all of us.
I love you Rachel.
Carol Piper Kenton
5/4/2018 07:36:10 pm
So very, very sorry. No words can adequately express our sorrow.
5/4/2018 09:28:38 pm
So very sorry. I know you are heartbroken. No words could describe your sistet’s pain. Good that you could be there for her . Will say a prayer for you and your family.
Reading this, it finally hit me that she’s never coming back. She was the sweetest girl evert ! Wikrh the biggest smile who never gave up! She was strong, i remember i would come to school with what i was going through and Rachel was always there to make me feel better and smile. We shared a world of wonders together , sad to say i haven’t seen her for almost a year and then this happened/: R.I.P. and angel..
5/6/2018 07:07:30 pm
I'm very sorry for your loss. I'm saying strong prayers for your family.
5/6/2018 11:14:33 pm
Compassionate. Friends is a place that offers grief help for parents that have lost a child.I myself lost my son shortly after his 21st birthday and that was four years ago and nothing has been the same since Its absolutlty devistating to say the least his name is Taylor Ellis i believe him and rachel were friends
5/7/2018 07:11:30 pm
My heart is breaking for my friend and her family. I can’t imagine losing one of my children. Prayers every day for you Nancy, Mickey and Olivia.
5/8/2018 06:44:58 pm
I know your pain, so sorry you must endure this. unfortunately the pain never goes away, you just get use to it.
5/9/2018 05:31:45 am
Dear Susan, I’m so sorry for your family’s loss of your sweet Rachel. Praying you all feel God’s love and peace to comfort you during this most difficult time.
5/13/2018 01:02:53 am
Susan, I am so sorry for your sister's and her husband's loss of their daughter, Rachel. Your niece's continued struggle with depression put her in a place that science and medicine still has no answer for. Such diagnosis is typically set aside by too many as baseless; i.e., nothing more than an individual's inability to control their own emotions. Your transparency in sharing this heart-breaking story is refreshing to me at minimum, but more importantly your continued openness on the subject is most necessary to break the unfortunate influence of the mental illness stigma that is so pervasive, due in great part to many lacking the desire to be educated about mental illness. As a doctor, you know that mental illness is real, but as you are now experiencing the real and raw of your niece's death, and your sister's grieving, you are being involuntarily catapulted into a higher level of understanding. Mental illness affects 1 in 4 adults. Just because we don't command the mechanics of a brain disorder, as well as we comprehend a broken arm, lung cancer, diabetes or congestive heart disease, for example, doesn't mean that mental illness is not real. It simply means to those of us that have experienced the real and the raw of mental illness, whether individually or as a care giver, education is key. Please continue to offer such education through this Blog. I will pray that your insight will have great reach.
You don't know me and I only got to know your niece in the last month of her life, but she left a huge impact. She fought with me for animals lives. I will never forget her or the struggle she fought with me so beautifully. I wish I could have had more time with her.
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