Visiting "that" Place

Two blog posts in one day!  I'm making up for lost time!

This blog post is to share, but I mostly would like it to also be a discussion.  So, please comment, below after reading, to share you insight.

Our son, Caleb, took his life by jumping off the Arthur Ravenel Bridge in Charleston, SC, last year.   That was a Thursday.  My husband and I arrived in Charleston late Thursday night and didn't get the official information about our son's death until the next morning on Friday.  At the time, I felt like we needed to stay the weekend in the Charleston area.  I think we said it was in case his body was found quickly.  Maybe it was a hopeful act that the police were wrong.  But I just couldn't leave the town where Caleb's body was lost. 

The next day, Saturday, my husband and several of our family members wanted to visit the bridge.  See exactly where Caleb jumped, ask questions, maybe try to understand better.  The lead detective took them.   I chose not to go.  I did not want to visit "that" place. It was so fresh, and I didn't think I could emotionally handle it.  I didn't want to look out and see the last view Caleb's eyes saw.   I didn't want my feet to touch those same steps on the bridge.

It was also because I hated Charleston that weekend.  I found it very ironic that Caleb would choose Charleston to take his life.  It was popularly known in our house that this was "Mom's favorite place".  I was always threatening the boys that I wanted to wake them up early one Saturday morning and go down there, just for the day, to walk around that beautiful city.   So, I couldn't understand why Caleb would chose "that" place;  my favorite place.  That he looked at my favorite view as his last view.  Maybe there is something poetic about this, but I just felt anger and hatred towards the city.   I knew I would say goodbye to Charleston that weekend and planned to never go back.  It was tainted now. 

We would later find out that Caleb's decision was more about logistics.  He wanted to take his life in a way that caused that least "physical" damage to us and in a way that had the highest outcome of success.  He read the articles about others taking their life on that bridge, and it seemed a logical choice.  It wasn't about me.  It wasn't about Charleston.  He probably wasn't thinking of either that day. 

So, I still have had no desire to visit Charleston since.  Not the town, nor the bridge.  And it makes me sad, because it is an amazing city.  I do miss it and hate that my heart isn't sure it can go back there. 

But our therapist thinks that maybe I should reconsider.  He says that this happens to many people who have had a tragedy in a particular location.  You cut off that part of the world, saying "I won't ever drive down that road again" or "I can't ever be at that house (or city, or building)."  So, you end up cutting off that part of the world, making your world smaller, because you have labeled this place evil or bad.   That if you can forgive that place and realize your pain is not about a location, your world doesn't have to be smaller. 

So, this is what I'd like to discuss.  Not if that idea is right or wrong (I believe he's right), but would like to hear others' experiences in this area.  How did you go back?  Why was it important?  Did it make a difference?  How did it change you?

I appreciate sharing your heart!