Death, Grief, and #Outlander

Books.  Are.  Refuge.  I believe this.  I believe they offer hope when it is hard to come by, that they offer respite when the world is “too much with us,” and they offer knowledge to combat the ignorance of prejudice.

So I was not surprised when, after my mom died on Christmas Eve, I eventually turned to my books.  I was surprised, however, that it took me so long to reach out to the solace of their well-worn pages.  There was an answer for that, of course, a reason for my hesitancy to slip into the relief offered by a good story; it just took me a while to work it out…

{SPOILERS AHEAD:  If you haven’t finished the Outlander series to date, you might want to book mark this page for later.  Otherwise, read further at your own expense.  You have been warned.}

Grief is a very personal thing.  It varies so much from person to person, and even from loss to loss.  There is no “right” way to grieve.  (Although, of course, there are some very unhealthy ways to do so.)

In the first book, we get a glimpse at Claire’s grief at losing Frank.  Despite the protests of some Frank Haters, Claire most certainly does grieve the loss of Frank.  She weeps for him at Castle Leoch after tending to Jamie’s injuries.  And, trust me, if a woman can sit on a certain ginger’s lap and sadness that, my friends, is some serious grief.  Some readers minimize the depth of this grief, since Claire doesn’t curl up onto the fetal position or rock back and forth.  Our heroine, however, if made of stronger stuff.  Her turns her grief to action, to purpose, to finding a way back to Frank.  Sometimes, grief spurs us on.

There is more grief, of course, grief over the Wentworth and what it does to Jamie.  Because sometimes, the grief that hurts is the most is the unrelenting pain of someone we know…a pain which we cannot ease for them.  The pain of loved ones can rub and gnaw until it creates a wound on our own soul–as if, by adding our own pain, we can lessen their burden.  Helpless in the face of Jamie’s pain and shame and guilt, Claire finally shares her own pain in the quiet of the abbey.  And, in that sharing, she finds hope.

Sometimes grief more resembles anger, like when Jenny lashes out at Claire for not raising a finger to save her beloved Ian from death.  Why him?  Why now?  Why like this?

Death, like any visitor, can be fickle.  Sometimes you know; you plan for him, wait for him, and are ready to receive him.  Other times, he catches you unaware.

Ian Murphy saw Death coming for a great distance.  There was time to make sure that there was nothing left unsaid.  Time to prepare.  To set things to right.  A blessing to be sure, but also a burden in its own way.  Everyone gathers.  Everyone waits.  Life stands still in the long moments between breaths.  Until finally, the breaths cease and, slowly, life starts back up again.

Other deaths seem to strike like a crime of opportunity.  One moment’s hesitation, a moment too long at a stop light, a skipped mammogram, an unknown allergy…  Unfortunately, life—much like a good book—has periods of unrest…dark times to make the reader appreciate the light…tragedy to make the happy ending that much sweeter.

And that, of course, it why I didn’t immediately return to the Outlander books.  I cared too much about the characters to risk losing anyone else.  Dealing with the loss of Mrs. Bug and also Young Ian’s guilt, seemed too much to take on.  Watching Claire drink herself into a stupor instead of contemplating a life without Jamie felt too raw; to witness, again, Claire’s feeling of maladroitness in the face of Ian’s illness, felt too eerily relatable.  I wanted something else.  I wanted escape.  I wanted love without the pain.  Light without the dark.  Good without the bad.

So, for a while, tended to things.  Arrangements, loose ends, the sorting through of things.  Busy work.  Work to distract the mind.

But that is not balance; it cannot be maintained.

So, now, finally, I venture forth.  I write a little something.  I read a bit.  I try to put one foot in front of the other.  Something akin to walking.  Something like moving forward.

At some point, though, I hope for more.  I hope for something better that just forward movement.  At some point, I want a measure of peace.  The peace that comes with acceptance.  Something past the blinding pain of loss, something past the anger, something past the empty void.  At some point, I want to have the grace and wisdom to, instead, whisper:  That she may be safe, Lord.  

Maybe someday, for the moment, that will be enough.   Until, we just hold on as best we can…

Mom and Dad (Thanksgiving, 2016): our last holiday together

10 thoughts on “Death, Grief, and #Outlander

  1. Once again, your words speak to me. You have such eloquence with explaining your thoughts ( a gift I wish I posessed). A loss of a parent is soul wrenching, they gave us life and helped to bring us to who we are today. My father died in my home after his battle with cancer. It was one of the most beautiful and most horrendous moments of my life. To be there in his last moments, holding him and telling him that I loved him was a precious gift that still brings me to tears after 16 years. I too have found solice and hope several times over since through Diana’s books. God bless you and your family. Cherish the love that still lives on.

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  2. maybe if the big books are too much, and I had to take a break from them too, you could go to the Lord John Gray books. LJG just has an air about him that I find refreshing. He reminds me of a very dear friend in my life whose name also happens to be John (and who shares many other traits, it’s uncanny).
    I have other favorite books by other authors, but I do look forward to the escapades of the brothers Gray and am eagerly awaiting the new book of novellas in the summer.


  3. I can’t imagine what you’ve been going through as this journey is still ahead of me. I pray that you find the comfort and peace that you are searching for. What a beautiful photo of your parents hands…that is truly a treasure.

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  4. I had no intention of minimizing your pain. I so appreciate you putting into words the feelings I have but can’t seem to express. I also love the photo. Please keep sharing. I do so enjoy your insights.


  5. Thumbing thru the glove page, I saw this! I did not know you wrote! But, the reason I am replying is to tell you that you hit the nail on the head. My Mom passed a week after my birthday. February 17. How I got thru it was I lost myself in Outlander. It was my refuge. I could leave the world behind. I thought nobody understood. But it seems you do! Whats funny is I am no a reader by any means. This is only the second book series I have read in my life! The other series being The Mitford Series by Jan Karon. And that was YEARS ago. But when I first started Outlander, I could NOT put it down. The emotions felt so real. And me being a highly sensitive person, as I was reading, I felt like I was going thru it with them, and they with me. As weird as that sound. I feel truly blessed to have had these books during that time and will be forever grateful. ❤

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