Death in a Step family
I was in Tyler, Texas getting ready to stand before one thousand women when I got the call from my brother, Mark. “Dad has had a stroke, he is in bad shape.”
His simple words launched an unexpected domino effect of emotions, activity, and decisions.
I flew from Dallas to Orlando, where I live, and repacked my suitcase. Early the next morning AirTran airlines transported me from Orlando to Buffalo, NY. A grey and gloomy winter day, Mark picked me up from the airport, we went directly to ICU.
When I looked at the man standing outside my father’s room, his familiar hazel eyes were the first thing I noticed. It was my step brother, Mark (yes, it is confusing sometimes), whom I had not seen in over 25 years. When my dad was married to his mother, he adopted Mark and his brother. Dad and my first step mother also had a child together. They divorced in the mid 80’s. In the years that followed I periodically asked my dad how they were doing. But I had almost no contact with my step brothers or my half-brother after the marriage dissolved.
And now here we were—a step family once again, making massive, overwhelming life-and-death decisions together.
My dad’s brain was gone; the stroke had affected his major organs. A respirator was keeping him alive, but his ability to live was dead.
Before I arrived the hospital was pressuring my step brother to pull the plug on Dad’s respirator. It was costing money to keep him alive. He refused until I got there.
I shall always be eternally grateful to my step brother Mark, for his decision. He gave me the opportunity to say goodbye to my father.
Exhausted from traveling, I was ambushed by a flood of emotions. After speaking with the doctor, and reviewing the scans, my brother, my stepbrother and I made the complex decision to remove Dad’s respirator. The three of us by his side, I prayed over him before they disconnected it.
Although watching my father breathe his last breath was a very unpleasant experience, I wanted to be with him when he moved from this world to the next. As the machines slowly dropped their pace, I handed my earthly daddy over to my heavenly Daddy.
If my brothers and I thought the decision making was over, we were sorely mistaken. As the sorrow mounted a frenzy of paperwork was thrust into our faces. We were not allowed to leave the hospital until we decided about cremation, funeral homes, organ donations, etc.
Fortunately, my step brother, my brother and I worked well together. In unison and with respect of each other we assessed what to do; I’m truly appreciative that it went smoothly.
In the days that followed more decisions had to be made by our newly reassembled step family. Things such as: how long and expensive the obituaries should be, where to have a funeral, how to get the word to extended family, and what food to serve at the luncheon afterwards. In addition we pondered what pictures to display, when to clean out his apartment, who should receive his possessions, on and on it went.
It was exhausting.
The day of Dad’s memorial service we honored him together. I saw family members I hadn’t seen in years, and it was great to hug them and reminisce. But afterwards—I crashed.
All the travel, sleeping in a different bed 5 nights out of 7, watching my dad die, making major decisions, the grief, and reliving the step family life was overwhelming.
I was more emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually drained than I have ever been in my life. It took months to recover.
Often we think that step family issues are absent or dissolve if the children are adults. But that’s untrue. As the author of The Smart Stepmom I understand and help people daily with step family issues. Even I was unprepared for the extensive issues associated with death in a stepfamily.
My prayer is that my experience will help others to recognize, plan, and discuss what should and shouldn’t occur when someone in your family dies. My husband and I have obtained an attorney who helped us to formulate a will and an estate plan that should ease the stress when one or both of us dies. If you truly love your family, I advise you to do the same.