Reflections on the Grieving Process
5 Feb
It’s hard to believe that 12 years have passed since my Dad, Allan Wade Walldren, passed away. He struggled with addiction (cigarettes and food) as I have for much of my life. From his life and death I have learned a great many things: try to stay positive, have sense of humor, that I might look good in a beard…
A blog post about my Dad seems comparable to the entry for Earth in the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: “Mostly Harmless.” 18 years seems too brief a time to spend getting to know your parent. I hope that I can be around longer for Nathan and any of his potential siblings.
Almost three years have passed since I quit smoking. It is ironic that I started smoking out of remembrance for the man for whom chain-smoking partially spelled his doom. Well, I have overcome that hurdle and I have never felt better.
I loved my Dad and I still miss him. However, I’ve learned to be strong without him – and that too has been a lesson taken from his life. You spend most of your young life trying to live up to your parents’ expectations – or at least what you expect their expectations of you are. Then, hopefully you discover that what you thought they had in mind for you was not necessarily what they actually had in mind for you.
The safety of the cocoon is burst and you have to try to find your own meaning. At least this has been the case for me. I try to stay positive and laugh at things. Often that is all you can do. But outside of this I have also learned that it is important not to let gallows humor lead to a chronic mental state of defeatism. You must, no matter how difficult it is, become your own person.
Along the path of grief I have discovered some influential existential writers and directors that deal with some of the above transformative issues. I highly recommend checking out their below works:
- Viktor Frankl: Man’s Search for Meaning
- Albert Camus: The Myth of Sisyphus
- Ingmar Bergman: Wild Strawberries
- Krzysztof Kie?lowski: The Decalogue, Blue, and Red
- Akira Kurosawa: Ikiru
- Zhang Yimou: To Live
So, here’s to remembering my Dad – whose spirit and influence lives on today, not just in my son’s middle namesake.



