Every Wednesday

Every Wednesday I will post something about grief. Sometimes it will be a reflection on an aspect of grief’s landscape. Now and then I will share from my own journey of grief, because in the sharing of our stories we find strength and build a community of people that support one another.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Stupid Things People Say About Grief

Many people, especially the caring and thoughtful, want to help the grieving, but they haven’t experienced grief and often say the wrong thing. These are some of the phrases I heard after my wife died. If you’re inclined to say them, don’t. Just, don't. Instead, ask how the person is doing, and then listen.

You will be okay. It’s better this way.
Really? My wife is gone forever. That will never be okay with me.

Time heals all wounds.
Grief is not an illness like the flu that will go away on its own. You can’t kiss this boo-boo away. Grief will hang around until we face it.

It’s time that you got over this.
We do not get over grief. Grief will always be with us because we will always love the person who died. But we will learn to live with it. Grief will become part of our life instead of being every single moment of every single day.

It’s been a month. Maybe you’re not grieving right.
People think a month is the time it takes to recover from grief. I thought so, too, before Evelyn died. Maybe that’s because a week feels too short, and a month is a nice chunk of time. Grief will last longer than that.

Grief must be teaching you something you needed to learn.
If I needed to learn it, then so do you. Get in here with me.

I know what you’re feeling. I understand what you’re going through.
No, you don’t, not even if you also lost a wife. You don’t know where in grief I am until you sit down and listen.

It’s part of God’s plan. She’s in a better place. She’s out of pain.
I like what C.S. Lewis said when people told him he should be happy because his wife was now in God’s hands. Lewis thought she was in God’s hands when she was alive, and look at how she suffered with a horrible disease. Some people say that suffering is part of God’s agenda, but helping someone who is grieving is a matter of compassion, not theology.

You have to move on.
Why? Why do I have to move on? What you’re saying is that you’re tired of hearing about death and grief.

Here are a few basic things I’ve learned.

When a spouse dies, we lose someone we expected to spend the rest of our life with. It takes us time to dismantle this life and build a new one.

If we lost a child, we also lose our dreams for her, our expectations of being a parent and watching her grow up into a freestanding adult.

If we lost a parent when we were young, we missed her love and guidance at a time when we needed it most, as well as every day since. We missed getting to know our parent as an adult.

To know how grievers are doing, use these ballpark figures as a rough guideline. They are based on my experiences and the experiences of two-dozen friends. Some people will move though grief faster, some slower, especially if an act of violence was involved.

The first six months of grief will be marked by shock, disbelief, anger, despair and some begrudging acceptance — “The Five Stages.” Not everyone will go through each stage, or in the same order, or even in the first months. There are also additional stages, but you get idea. Everyone’s grief is different.

The second six months will have some of the previous, but also a great deal of numbness and uncaring about anything and anyone, including ourselves. Our physical senses will have returned and we’ll be able to taste food again.

During the first year, we have to endure all the anniversaries, birthdays and holidays for the first time without the person we would most want to celebrate them with.

In the second year, we wish we could get on with life, but we may not have any idea what we want to do, and we don’t have the energy to do it. Moments of joy will return and go away. We will cry, get angry and despair again when we see the clothes and cherished possessions of the one who died.

In the third year, we begin to construct a new life and move on, but memories continue to return and we cry when we hear certain songs, watch favorite movies, or see our favorite restaurant.

We think that every death is wrong.
Because of modern medicine, we’ve come to expect that everyone will live into their eighties, and we think it’s a tragedy whenever anyone dies before then, especially children. Yet the death of parents in their eighties is also traumatic, because people who were good, amazing and central in our lives are gone. This is a loss, and we grieve.

There are no words that will take the pain away.

I don’t expect you to have words that will erase my pain. You can’t undo death. But your presence helps me bear the pressing weight of grief.

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Earlier versions of this article have appeared in the Huffington Post and the Good Men Society.

2 comments:

  1. So perfect. I have had this exact timeline. It's a long road and doesn't return one to anything previous. That is just one of the secondary losses. LIfe moves forward and while we are grieving we are continuing to change and evolve. It can be quite overwhelming and confusing. It's like a tidal wave has taken out our village and we are forced to be nomads for a long time. It strengthens the very fiber of our being. Unwillingly and without reward.

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    1. What you said is wonderful, Alice. Your image is great.

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