Zen, Grief & And; Death and Buddhism
I have over
the last several years searched in books and on the Internet and in the
far-flung reaches of my own humanity for some kind of guidance on death and
grief and the loss of loved ones. I have found articles written by Zen priest
and Tibetan priests and psychologists as well as so-called grief counselors and
even lay men and women who wanted to put in their thoughts on the subjects of
death and grief and coping with the death or loss of a loved one.
I think it’s
amusing that these articles always seem to be so poetic and philosophical they
are so often written by people who use words every day in their jobs or
professions and they are often very skillful in the crafting of these words.
I should tell you right now that I have made
my living for 30 years with words so I’m not unfamiliar with their use as a
tool of persuasion. I seldom see in any of these articles or books much
outlining of the person who is crafting these words qualifications for handing
me their well-crafted and well-meaning advice.
I can start
this blog by telling you that I am a lay Zen priest, that I have practiced
Buddhism for almost 35 years, including Tibetan Buddhism and Zen Buddhism under
several teachers some from Taiwan some from India and some from Japan and even
an American Zen master or two. But if that is what you want to hear than your
standard for qualifications on this subject are as prosaic as the many articles
I have read over the last few years from monks and Lama’s and Zen priests. Now I
want to start this article by stating my qualifications in a different manner.
A little
over five years ago my wife of 33 years was diagnosed with cancer, it was a
rare form of cancer with a low survival rate, four months after she was
diagnosed my oldest daughter was studying for finals took a pill that a lot of
college students take meant for people with attention deficit disorder to focus
her mind, she went into anaphylactic shock and died. 11 months later after months of
chemotherapy and radiation treatment my loving wife of 33 years set in a chair
after her liver transplant and had a heart attack and died. Approximately 8 months
later my oldest son was opening up a Starbucks getting it ready for the
customers in the morning, his heart had a defect, a small hole and through a blood clot into his lungs and he died on the
floor of a coffeehouse. One year after that my youngest daughter walked into
her office fell to the floor and died of causes unknown. These are my
qualifications to write this blog about death, loss of loved ones, and grieving, Zen
and Buddhism.
Please
don’t mistake my intentions here I am not writing this because I think I’ve had
some epiphany or vision different from yours if you’ve lost a loved one. I’m
writing this because all the well-crafted words neatly numbered clichés and
well-intentioned crafted prose that I have found on the subject at hand has in
total been all but worthless to me in my experiences with death and loss. If there is one thing that I truthfully
believe that Buddha taught that we must all achieve if we are to come close to
awakening it is compassion for others. I am writing this out of compassion in the
sincere hope that something that I say in this essay may actually help you if
you have suffered a loss so devastating that it is crushing your soul and you would
give anything to hear, see or even see the hope of an offer of a modicum of relief. Being lost in grief, and seeking something that might help you find your way.
The very
first thing that I would tell you is that people who you love when they die, do
not die on a specific date or at a specific time or at a specific place. The people that we love and cherish do not
pass away from us like a bus or a train leaving the station. The people we love die one memory at a time
over a period of years. You should brace yourself for this and understand that
you can make this a good thing or you can make this a bad thing but that you
have the choice as to which it will be.
You can be
walking through the mall or cruising through some channels on your television
set and a memory of this person that you love so much will hit you; sometimes a
gentle tap ; sometimes a slap on the face and sometimes it will hit you like a freight train. You
can’t know what will trigger this. you can’t walk around these sections of your life. Nor can you
not smell that smell or see that little child that reminds you so much the
person you love, not loved, that person you love, there is simply no way of avoiding this, there is no way of
predicting this and it’s going to happen, and it will not stop and can not be avoided.
You can run from this but you can't hide from it. I sold my house, stopped doing the things I had loved doing with them, I stopped, no I couldn't work at a career I had had for 28 years. I moved to a new city. I hide from all things that had come before, I could not sleep, because they lived in my dreams. I went to therapist, took antidepressants, drank alcohol, I bought things I didn't need. It was all a waste of time. Love and memory will note leave because combined they are what our reality is made of.
The
freshness of loss brings all sorts of feelings like anger and frustration and
fear and perhaps most strongly comes frustration and a feeling of
helplessness.
As a Buddhist we must
realize that this is a form of self cherishing. When you feel like you are
responsible when you feel guilty like there must’ve been something you could
have done different something you could have done that would have prevented the
loss of the person you love, that is your ego, not real grief. Somewhere down inside
you, you think your God, that you in your almighty omniscience should have
been able to twist the universe in such a way that the world and karma and impermanence could have been controlled, bent to your will so that none of this
should’ve happened. If you’re a Buddhist you must recognize this in yourself
and get over it. But I warn you that you can’t get over it by an act of will, you can’t get over it
by looking away from it, you can only get over it by seeing it for what it is,
your ego wallowing in its own self-importance. If you have studied Buddhism then
this is where the teaching of Buddha can be of great help to you. You’re using
the death of a loved one to dwell here on feelings of your own self-worth and
punishing yourself at the same time and you must realize that you’re giving yourself far more credit
than you deserve.
One thing
that you’ve got to realize is this death happened to them not to you, it’s
their death not yours. You are simply a witness to their death, they are the
ones that suffered the pain of death so don’t be so selfish in feeling and
acting as if death was something that happened to you and not to them. Your job
in loving them is to bear witness to their life and the value of that life and
while their death is something that you had to endure you were simply a
witness and nothing else. You do a disservice to everyone that you love that
has died when you mock them by acting as if it was your experience, your death
and not theirs. Further you do them a disservice, because your assuming because their life was short, it somehow had less value than a nice long life. A beautiful, brilliant child's life short or long has value beyond your petty evaluation.
I’ve read
so many articles on death and loss written by Buddhist and perhaps the first
word that jumps off the page of each of these writings is the word
"impermanence".
One of the fundamental
elements of the Buddhist view toward reality is of course impermanence. The
problem with using the word impermanence in English is that it’s tends to lend
itself to a meaning that something is here and then it’s gone.
That people are like a cloud of smoke visible
for a moment and then blown away by the wind. Now I’m not talking about
reincarnation or rebirth or the transmutation of the soul. I’m talking about
the impermanence that is the fundamental nature of things as they really are
and that in reality impermanence is composed of never ending change, not extinction.
Earlier in
this essay I was talking about memories and the things that trigger them and in
doing so bringing back experiences of our life with the person that we love and
that has died. In so many of the articles I’ve read the experts will list
phases of grieving and telling us that we must get over grieving that we must
work our way through these experiences by the numbers and finish off our grief like it was a
bowl of soup that needed to be consumed and then done with. These experts
explain that
grief is a
process like having a tooth extracted.
First we are told that the tooth’s got to go and
then an appointment is set where a dentist reaches into our mouth and yanks the
tooth out. And this hurts. In grief, just like having a tooth extracted in the modern
world, we are given drugs to ease the pain of the extraction. To soothe the
pulling of the tooth the dentist will inject some pain relieving drug into our
gums and then once the tooth is pulled give us a prescription for pain
relievers like hydrocodone because we all know it is going to hurt for a while
afterwards.
We are told that grief is like that,
that our gums where the tooth was will begin
to heal and that the pain will go away and eventually we will learn to do without it.
In the modern world they give us
antidepressants for the loss of a loved,
some drugs to ease the pain and make the loss that’s going to hurt for a
while more bearable.
But like the
extracted tooth we will eventually heal and learn to do without it or in this
case the person that we loved. It’s all very neat and tidy and they’ve got it
all figured out. You just follow the instructions on the pill bottle and
everything will be okay. When a tooth is pulled it's nice to not feel the pain. But in grief the drugs they give you, change you in a way that simply delays the pain, there must come a time when you must face the pain of your loss, and it must be you, not a cardboard mockup of you that deals with the loss and the pain. My advice is antidepressants are fine for a while but don't wait to long before you give them up or what's left won't be you, it will be something else.
The cliché
of course is that time heals all wounds whether it be an extracted tooth or our dead
child or dead wife.
That somehow our
brains are wired in such a way that we will get over it and everything will be
okay in the end.
It has not been my
experience that this approach to grief and grieving is not overly successful.
It’s not the same thing and it doesn’t work
the same way.
This is especially true
when the loss happens out of the natural order of things. We all expectant
parents to die before us and we all miss and suffer grief for them when they pass. But
their passing is expected and accepted by us as the natural order of
things.
But this is not the case when we
lose a child or even when we lose our mate.
These losses are out of order, they are not the expected, not the way things are
supposed to proceed, which makes them that much harder to cope with, alas they
are often inexplicable to the mind. Then that wiring mentioned above becomes twisted and often breaks rather than heals.
Our wife or
husband or children are by their very nature an integral component to our
perception of the world and our life.
I
think it can truly be said that when you lose a child or person you shared your
life with for 30 years it is a loss of part of yourself maybe even more
significant than the loss of an arm or a leg, it is truly an overwhelming
and incomprehensible experience. And when I talked about death happening to them and not to you and
when I talked about self cherishing and the loss of the child or a wife or husband
makes that tendency almost justified almost true because they were a part of
you, a part that you naturally feel you cannot do without. But the reality is
you must now do without them and that is hard and that hurts beyond
description.
The only
way to truly survive such a loss is virtually to undergo a form of rebirth of your mind
and soul, you must be reborn, and yet remain, you must somehow accomplish this and there is no guidance and no pill that will
accomplish this for you or even deaden the pain because birth is always a
painful experience and a shock to the soul. This is an experience that’s for
you and you alone, there is no science to it. If anything there is an art to it, a creative process. But if you do not accomplish it in
some manner you will be crippled, damaged beyond repair, so it’s something you
must do despite the pain.
It’s about
this time that most Buddhist start talking about attachment and not being
attached even to the ones you love, and this is absurd. You can no more remain
human and at the same time unattached to the people you love then you can turn
to stone and still keep breathing. For me I have found that turning those memories
that could’ve destroyed me into something that gives me joy and helps keep me
afloat was what I had to do to obtain the rebirth that is required after the
loss of a wife and children. These memories can keep you warm at night can make
sure that you’re not alone and never will be. This takes effort on your part
not willpower and not force of ego, perhaps a little compassion for yourself
mixed in with love for those you remember helps in changing what would be poison into something else completely. Always remember nothing is ever truly lost. But it will be you who must mix the potion to make this work. You must conjure this cure.
When you
suffer a devastating loss your friends want to help you and they all say
they’re there for you. After a while this compassion becomes a very irritating
experience but it’s something you’ve got to learn to live with. I know this
doesn’t make sense and that it’s what we call counterintuitive, but having people feeling
sorry for you can often be as destructive as anything in the experience of
suffering such a loss.
I can’t speak for
other people but I myself want my friends to treat me the way they did before
the loss I want them to be my friends I want them not to tiptoe around me and
treat me different.
I once had a
well-meaning friend I had not met in a long time blurt out “my God why haven’t
you killed yourself”.
Needless to say he suddenly
realized what he said, he saw that it was perhaps the most damaging statement I had heard in a
few years. He didn't understand my laughing at him.
Almost
every article I’ve read about grief and dying has the expert giving advice to
the friends of the person who is grieving or for that matter the person that is
dying. I didn’t find any of it anything
much but condescending. I think people
who are dying and people who are grieving want you to treat them like you did
before they were dying or were grieving. I
don’t think I’ve had more than one or two of my friends call me up like they
did before my so-called tragedy and invite me out to dinner or to a movie or to
any of the things that they used to do. The last thing a person who is grieving
wants is to be treated like a leper. They want to be listened to when they feel
like talking and when they don’t feel like talking don’t ask them to. No one
likes to feel like they’re being managed or treated like someone with a disease or mental
illness because they are grieving. If you
tell a person who’s lost a loved one that you’re there for them then be there
for them the same way you were before nothing more or less.
Almost
every article I’ve ever read by a Buddhist when dealing with death and grief
includes the story of the woman who brought her dead daughter to the Buddha and
asked him to bring her back to life. In the story the Buddha tells the woman to go
find a household that death has not touched and he will bring the daughter back
to life. The woman of course goes door-to-door and finds no house and no family
that death has not touched. And somehow
this makes the woman more able to cope with her daughter’s death when she sees
that everyone has experienced what she’s experiencing. It’s a simple parable but I don’t think it’s
for a person who’s actually suffering grief. I think it’s more of a warning
that the death of a loved one is inevitable and that every person must find
some way of coping with it. I can’t say
that this has been some great comfort to me and I wish people would quit
throwing it out every time someone suggests they do a talk or write an essay on
death in Buddhism. It almost seems like your being told to suck it up and walk it off.
I’m much more
impressed with the story from the Buddha’s own life concerning the death of his family at the
hands of another king.
One day
word came to the Buddha who was a prince from a royal family that there was an
army led by a vengeful king on its way to destroy his father’s kingdom. The
Buddha ran in front of the Army and sat down in front of it.
It was the tradition in those times that the
army could not pass a holy man so temporarily the attack was called off.
But not too long afterward the vengeful king
did attack again. He took all of the Buddha's family that were still in the kingdom put
them in a pit and had them crushed by elephants.
The Buddha himself found that he was
powerless to save his father or his kingdom. Just as I was powerless, just as you were powerless to stop the deaths of your loved one. And he grieved just as your doing. This is a story
for someone who is grieving: that not even the Buddha could save his family and
in the end he had to share the grief that we all share in this life.
We all ask
ourselves at one time or another what is the point of life.
We all must endure unending change that
is the impermanence that is the hallmark of our existence.
But impermanence is not extinction and
while life may have no purpose as we define purpose it has a direction and a flow and in the case of a
sentient being that direction and that flow is best toward awakening and away
from delusion, seeing things as they really are, as free from the delusions that create suffering as possible.
A life of compassion and wisdom, imperfection and learning.
I know most
of my modern Zen brothers and sisters do not believe in karma or rebirth but I
cannot see the why of this. All the best efforts of man since he first became
sentient has pointed in the direction that nothing is ever lost that things
only change and that what is one thing today will be another thing tomorrow.
How boring the universe would be if there was
no change and how hopeless would be a world both static and predictable.
This gift of being sentient is more than a
blessing or curse it is a responsibility. It has been said that the Buddha after he
awoke paced back and forth for days and finally said "this cannot be taught it
can only be experienced" . But despite knowing this he still walked barefooted from one end of
India to the other his long life teaching and pointing the way to the path of awaking, he was a compassionate man who did not let the knowledge of his own limitations or our temporary nature dampen
his compassion or lessen his efforts. If there is a lesson for those who
grieve in Buddhism it is to follow in the footsteps of the Buddha no matter how
hard or unbearable that path may sometimes seem. Nothing is ever truly lost.
I hope there is something in this essay that will be of value to you, if you suffer from grief or have suffered the loss of a loved one. Even a grain of helpful wisdom at this time is rare, believe me I know.