Camp Good Mourning: Buddy Reflection

Submitted by Steve Alper, first-time buddy

Two months ago I heard that male buddies were needed for something called Camp Good Mourning. I thought, “Sure, why not!” When I found out I was assigned to an adolescent boys cabin, the first thought that came to mind was, “What the heck have I done?”

I have not been to camp since I was nine years old — undoubtedly long before most of the parents of the Camp Good Mourning campers were born. I wondered whether I would be able to keep up physically. Would their music and adolescent behaviors drive me crazy? Could I relate to these young people in a way that would be supportive and meaningful? Would I be able to be there for them as and how they needed me? All of these were fair questions for anyone considering being a counselor or buddy at a camp designed to help children and adolescents process their grief over the death of a family member.

No matter who or what I thought I would see, first and foremost I quickly realized that they were kids. True, they were kids who had experienced grievous emotional injury but they were kids nevertheless, with all the fun, craziness, challenges, quirks, laughter, moods, noise, and chaos that accompanied kids anywhere and everywhere. They also were kids with a purpose — to try to make meaning out of what is one of the most meaning-destroying experiences in life. Some of the kids I met were still learning to survive while others were learning to go beyond surviving and towards thriving.

While there was plenty of time for fun and games, these were balanced with activities designed to support the campers experience and process their grief. The culmination of these activities, the luminary walk, was a profound and sacred ritual of remembering — a chance to “re-member.” That is, it was a chance to bring back into their lives in a healthy fashion a family “member” who was physically and emotionally severed from them. It was an honor to be a witness to their process.

I left camp with renewed appreciation not only for the fragility of the campers but for their resilience, drive for wholeness, and compassion for each other. I also carried with me a token of the fact that I made it. True, it took climbing the “Pamper Pole” to earn it, but I now have a new and cherished title: “Pop.” And next year, when I sign up again, I am not going to fall off the top of that pole.

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Camp Good Mourning

I’ve never been to a bereavement camp before. I didn’t know what to expect, especially since I’ve never gone to any camp as an intern before.  I didn’t know whether my role would be one of camper support or running around doing whatever anyone needed from me. My role was a little bit of both of those but most of all, my role was one of an observer (and amateur photographer).

And you know what I saw?

Sure, I saw some meltdowns, tears, frustration and disagreements. Things like that are bound to happen when you are working with kids, grieving or not.

But those moments are not the ones that stuck with me.

I saw love, joy, courage, and compassion.

I saw an overabundance of laughter as kids participated in camp activities with friends new and old. They smiled as they did their cabin chants  and created bonds that are not going to easily be forgotten. Many expect that grieving children are always angry, whiny, or crying. But these kids know the value of living life with joy.

I saw the littlest kids try new food at the farm and make some “Yucky!” faces at the tomatoes. I saw the older kids face their fears as they jump off the Pamper Pole or try the Giant Swing. I saw kids take chances by opening up about their losses.

I saw the campers comfort one another on the Luminary Walk by holding hands, walking with their arms linked, or hugging each other as they cried. I saw older siblings go to their younger siblings after the Luminary Walk to make sure they were alright. I saw campers relying on their buddies for support, even if it was difficult for them

I saw these kids, in the face of loss, decide that they are going to continue living. That they are going to struggle through their grief, but they are going to laugh. They are going to love each other through their loss, they are going to build friendships, they are going to hope for a better tomorrow, they are going to face their fears, and they are going to thrive.


Recipe for the Best Me

Grief can throw us for a loop in all aspects of our lives, especially how we feel about ourselves.

Sometimes it makes us feel like we’re falling apart at the seams.

Sometimes it makes us feel alone.

Sometimes it makes us question who we are.

When we feel this way during our grieving, it’s difficult to remind ourselves who we are. It can be difficult to feel positive about ourselves when we feel the different emotions of grief.

But it’s important to remember that who we are is not based on our loss. We may be missing someone that makes us feel like we are missing part of ourselves.

But who we are is still here and is still good. We still can be the best person that we can be.

We recently did an activity at our Clubhouse that included a cake and creating a recipe for the Best Me.

Here’s our recipe:


Unlimited Love: Love yourself and love the ones around you. Treat yourself and others with kindness rather than negativity. Be patient in your grief. It is alright to feel confused and scared in this unknown place of grieving, but love yourself through it.

Exercise:  Exercise releases endorphins which help mood regulation and allow us to feel better about ourselves. It gives us energy to get through the difficult moments.

Eating Healthy: Our desire to be comforted can often lead us to binge on unhealthy comfort foods. It’s important to put into our body what we want to get out. We need to put healthy food into our bodies to have a healthy body, mind and emotional state.

Good friends:  No matter how much we try to do this on our own, we cannot go through our grief without friends. It’s important to have people who we trust that can be by our side through good moments and the bad

Let yourself feel: One of the most common ways to comfort someone in their grief is to tell them that they are being strong. It often hinders us rather than helps us because it gives us the impression that being strong means that we can’t show emotion.  But feeling is the only way we can heal. Genuinely feel the range of emotions that come with grief and share those emotions with others.

Knowledge: Our mind can get stuck in a rut of repeating thoughts and negativity. In order to combat these try to learn something new such as a new word or a new activity. It helps us to find new things that we love and keeps us active.

Sleep: Sleep allows our body to reset. It allows us to recharge our minds and bodies. It is needed to be emotionally and physically well.

A Slice of Cake: A slice of cake doesn’t have to be a slice of cake; it can be reading a book or taking a drive. It could be anything that gives you a second to relax, a moment of happiness. It’s anything that brings joy and sweetness into your life.


Take all the ingredients and mix them together every day.  Grieve well, think of yourself well, and live well. Be the best person that you can be.


A Mother’s Love: Cindy Schoell’s Story

Cindy with her girls, Karson and Layne

Cindy with her girls, Karson and Layne

My mother was diagnosed at the age of 39 with breast cancer while she was pregnant with me.  I am now 39, the age she was at diagnosis, which has brought up many different emotions for me – anger, sadness, fear.  I have two beautiful daughters, currently ages 6 and 9.  My mother had two daughters, my sister and I were 6 years and 4 years old respectively, when my mom died.  I feel grateful that I have already gotten to spend more time with my girls than my mother did with us; however, during this 39th year, I have found myself often getting lost in thought about the emotions my mom must have gone through at the thought of dying and leaving us behind.  I wonder about the fear and sadness she felt, and I have had moments of fear about my own death.

As a mom, my heart breaks sometimes for her loss.  As a daughter, even almost 35 years later, my heart still hurts for my loss.  I would love so much for my daughters to know their Grandma Tina and have her be involved in their lives.  I tell stories about her, but my stories are mostly second hand because I was 4 when she died and that makes me sad.  I love my girls more than I ever thought possible, and from what I know of the person my mother was, I know she felt the same way about my sister and I.  I feel loved by her, even though she was only in my physical world for 4 years.  The love from a mother is felt forever…and the grief of a child is never ending.  I am a 39 year old mother who feels so lucky to be able to be actively involved in my daughters’ lives – like attending afternoon tea together (see picture); but there is a part of me inside who will always be a daughter who misses her mother.

Lucy’s Monologue

By Lane and Lucy Pease

While picking papers up off the floor, I came across my fourteen year-old daughter’s monologue she had written for her drama class. Of course, I read it after all if it is on the floor of the hallway it is fair game. Reading it, I realized she expressed so clearly how the death of a parent affects a child even if they have no memories of the parent. After wiping away me tears, I asked her if I could share it as a part of the trainings I do as well as a part of our blog. She agreed. I am proud of her accomplishments as a student, singer, and actress, but most of all I am proud of her kindness and compassion. I am so lucky to have traveled this journey with both my daughters and I know their father would be very proud. Here is Lucy’s monologue:


My father passed away from cancer when I was nine-months old. It has impacted me more than anything ever has in my life. Sometimes, it gets really hard to think about what my life would have been like if I had him by my side, watching me grow up. I wish I would have had him here for things like teaching me how to ride a bike or helping me through my first break up with a boy. I didn’t have a dad to take me to the father-daughter dance. Also, things that will happen to me in the future like learning to drive or being walked down the aisle. Those things I wish he could be there for. I know it’s hard to understand, but I miss him and the memories we could’ve made together. My friends don’t understand. When I tell people how young I was when he died, they think it’s not a big deal because I don’t remember him. They don’t know what it’s like. They don’t know what it’s like to never know one of the people who created them. I can’t be mad or upset with them because they don’t understand. I don’t go one day without my dad and the love I have for him passing my mind. I try to live my life in his honor and think that he would be proud of me and my achievements.

Lane Pease is program director at Kate’s Club. Her daughter Lucy is a freshman in high school and her daughter, Zelda is in her first year of college.

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