I debated a lot about what to write this week… I have a whole nerdy spreadsheet of topics and ideas, but none of them felt true to how this week has felt. Every idea on the list felt too small—too trite and meaningless—amidst the questions I’ve been asking myself this week. Questions like:
How do we navigate grief? How do we reconcile inconceivable loss? How do we be there for each other amidst grief and loss so big it could swallow us whole?
These questions are all too real for those near and dear to me right now. So in the wake of an unexpected family loss, somehow it feels disingenuous to talk about anything else.
I don’t want to talk about the specifics. It’s all too new and raw and not mine to share on a public platform. But I do want to talk about making space for grief—because that is a reality for all of us at varying levels of magnitude across our years. And selfishly, I can’t seem to think or write about anything else this week.
There is a hierarchy of loss. We know this instinctually—culturally—because of how we arrange those seated at a funeral. The immediate family sits in the front row: the spouse, the parents, the “next of kin.” The rest of us back them up. We sit behind them and our hearts break on their behalf. We love and cherish that front row. We don’t know what we’d do if we were them. We sit behind them like we’re ready to hold them up. Because we are. We are here to hold them up.
I’m just backing up the front row in this instance. Trying to hold them up in small ways that are no doubt insufficient.
Here’s a sketch I did this week to try to capture a specific type of disjointed, out-of-body, grief-processing feeling I kept having. It’s super rough and I was planning to make a polished version to share today. But after giving it some more thought, the rough and raw version feels more right… more honest.
Grief is complicated and omnipresent, and oddly has been at the heart of a lot of things I’ve been writing and thinking about over the past couple months. I made a comic called “You Are With Me Always” about the people you love being with you even when they aren’t around. You can read the entire comic for free here. I wrote a post called “Indelible, Sharpie-Level Relationships” about how much Susan Cain’s book Bittersweet resonated with me (particularly her section on grief). If you missed that post, you can read it here.
I have no tidy or brilliant way to end this post. I’m just processing, trying to better understand grief, and hoping my loved ones are finding solace in small, beautiful things amidst their loss. If you are experiencing loss right now, I hope this post made you feel a little less alone and made some space for your grief.
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Such a good topic and one we don’t talk much about. I had to learn to make space for grief when my 32-year marriage ended a few years ago. I made sure I had time to cry a few times a day before I went to work and after I got home. Otherwise things wouldn’t go well. Now I live with somebody with dementia and we grieve new losses daily. I think learning to meet grief straight on makes it possible for us to also celebrate what we DO still have and still enjoy doing together. And even find new joys. And I was lucky to be able to grieve my father’s death with him. He was generous sharing his painful journey at the end of last year. Thank you for your great post, Sheri.