What to Say When a Child Dies


“Having been on the wrong end of many best-intentioned-yet-clueless conversations after our son died, I know what feels shitty to hear. But I also know what was most helpful or compassionate or healing to hear.”

We just celebrated my son’s birthday. He’s eight. I wish I could throw him a party, give him a gift or even hold him in my arms and say, “Happy birthday, little guy.”

But for the last seven years, we’ve celebrated his birthday without him, as he died in his sleep at 11 months old.

That experience was earth-shattering for us. Even to describe it in that way is inadequate, as it still understates the potency of grief and loss and longing in a parent when a child dies. Over the last seven years, along with learning some hard lessons about life and death and family, I’ve also come to realize how often it happens that a parent does lose a child.

And I’ve also seen that our modern culture does not deal well with death.

We don’t like to think about it. We don’t like to talk about it. We don’t care to imagine that it could happen to someone close to us, and we don’t know how to respond to people who are experiencing deep grief. So today, instead of writing about the story of losing my son (which I still haven’t been able to do yet), I thought it would be useful to share some of what I’ve learned in that journey, so that you can be there in a good way for people in your community of friends when it happens.

While it may be difficult or feel awkward to say something to a father or mother who has lost a child, it’s even more awkward not to say anything at all to them. So don’t skirt around the issue because it’s uncomfortable for you to talk about. We don’t need you to rehash the experience with us, but we do need you to internally acknowledge that we have lost the most precious thing in our world—our baby. And in doing so, we’ve experienced a parent’s worst nightmare.

Having been on the wrong end of many best-intentioned-yet-clueless conversations after our son died, I know what feels shitty to hear. But I also know what was most helpful or compassionate or healing to hear.

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But let’s start with what not to say:

“It will be OK.”
No it won’t. It will never be “OK.” We will learn to accept it and to work through our grief and loss, but even though we will look the same from the outside, we’ll never be the same again.

“It was meant to be.”
Please, don’t even go there. Don’t talk to us about how it’s our karma or how God

works in mysterious ways, or anything along those lines. If we come to this place within ourselves at some point, that will be our understanding of it. But we don’t need to hear it from you.

“You will get over this.”

Eventually we’ll heal, but we won’t “get over it.” It could be a long time before we’re feeling somewhat “normal” again. And even many years afterwards, a picture or a memory or a birthday anniversary can still bring the grief and loss and tears right to the surface again.

“You can have another baby.”

Yes, we can. But that is no consolation. It hurts to hear this, as if our child who we have lost can simply be replaced.

“I know how you feel.”

Sorry, but unless you have lost a child or someone equally close to you before, then no, you don’t know how we feel.

“Look for the silver lining.”

If or when we come to a place of peace about the death of our child and reconcile it through seeing the ways in which that experience enriched our life and taught us valuable lessons, then yes, we might see some form of a silver lining. But we won’t be ready to hear this from anyone at any point before then.

There are actually quite a few other sentiments from well-meaning people which play off of the above examples (One of the worst, only heard once: “He was so young—it’s not like losing an adult whom you’ve known all their life”), but I think you get my drift.

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My plea to you is to steer widely away from any of these and instead attempt to really deepen your connection to the parents and empathize the best you can with their experience. In that vein, here’s what can be helpful when a child dies:

“I’m sorry about your loss.”

Sometimes it feels like a hollow sentiment, but any variation on this theme helps to directly acknowledge the hard place we’re in. As long as it’s from your heart, we can feel that. And it does count.

“What can we do for you?”

Ask if you can bring a meal, clean their house, run their errands, or deal with some of the mundane day-to-day details for a while. So much of our lives seem pointless in the aftermath of the death of our child, that having someone, anyone, take some of the load off of us is helpful.

“We care about you.”

Or “we love you and want to support you as you go through this.” Community is so incredibly important in times like these. It’s so significant that it bears repeating: Community is incredibly important. Offering a kind word or a helping hand or a healing practice to those in our circle of humanity is how community works. Send a message of “we take care of our own.”

“What were his favorite things to do?”

Asking them to talk about their child, to describe them, and to name them, can be healing. Yet it doesn’t usually happen too often. Don’t ask about the details of the death itself unless it’s offered freely. But don’t shy away from talking to them as if it’s taboo to say the child’s name.

Remember birthdays and death anniversaries

After some time has passed, the world around us goes back to its usual routine. The parents are the only ones who remember their child’s birthday or the date they passed. If you make an effort to honor those dates in some way (a phone call, a card or letter, a hug and a smile) it can have a big impact on us.

I’d also suggest continuing to honor that child as a part of the family. Father’s Day and Mother’s Day can also be hard for us to go through. And it’s awkward when people ask how many children we have because no one knows whether we count our little guy and explain that he died, or do we not even go there? But just because the child is no longer physically alive doesn’t mean that they aren’t still alive in a parent’s heart.

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In memory of Topaz Nejaya Markham, June 24, 2003 – May 31, 2004.

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A version of this was originally posted on Derek Markham’s blog, Natural Papa.

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Derek Markham is a writer, father, and social media butterfly who builds websites and teaches small business owners how to integrate new media into their marketing and PR efforts.

Comments

  1. Hey Derek, I’m so sorry for your loss. thanks for writing this little article, I’ll be passing it along and hopefully it will help some other people too. Mo

  2. I can’t comprehend how hard this would be…right before the first birthday, too (which we just celebrated with our 4th child). I’m so sorry that you have had this experience; I wish this post were about something funny your boy did while on the playground last weekend.

  3. HUGE hugs to you & your family.

    I’ve lost two daughters, one at 24wks gestation, the other within hours of being born…It’s taken me almost 11 years to start putting pieces of my feelings of it all out there – the anger, the hurt, the sadness – but mainly the anger over the stigma of ‘one doesn’t talk about such things’ – ever.

    I have more I want to say, but the words get jumbled between my head and my fingers, but in short: Thank you for sharing.

  4. Bill Gouveia says:

    Thanks for helping those of us who want to help but are so often afraid. I admire your courage and willingness to put yourself out there.

  5. Tedesco McLean says:

    I grieve the death of a daughter. She may have already have lived 30 years. She may have “only been your stepdaughter.” She was a huge part of my life. She was my children’s sister, her daughter was my children’s niece. Her death was brutal and senseless. She may have been married to her killer. She may have died due to domestic violence and controlled substances. He may have taken his own life after killing his wife and child. It may have been nine years. It’s still excruiciatingly painful. It’s the stigma of these circumstances that have influenced the silence from the very people I thought would most support me and my children. They can’t. My biological family won’t talk about it. (It couldn’t happen to them – they’re not like THOSE people). I treasure the support I have received. I am so very grateful that my children and I have the love and support of my daughter’s biological family. I treasure the support given to us from the people of Mustang, Oklahoma (a very long way from where we live). It’s the silence that I can’t seem to forgive. The silence is more painful than the words of the well-intentioned. I know that they mean well, that they want to convey love and support. I can forgive them the awkwardness of their words. It’s still the silence that I find most painful. Thank you so very much for this opportunity to share. No matter what the circumstances are please don’t respond with silence.

  6. All I have to do is think about losing my 8 year-old son and the tears threaten to spill. I can’t imagine what kind of death I would die inside if it actually happened.

    I’m sorry for your loss.

    Happy belated birthday, little guy.

  7. Mike Billig says:

    Thanks for sharing this. Some friends of our just lost their freshman college daughter. The father and older son are our 7 year old son’s soccer coach, too.

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