How to deal with grief?
Someone on Reddit wrote the following heartfelt plea online:
โMy friend just died. I donโt know what to do.โ
A lot of people responded. Then thereโs one old guyโs incredible comment that stood out from the rest that might just change the way we approach life and death:
โAlright, here goes. Iโm old. What that means is that Iโve survived (so far) and a lot of people Iโve known and loved did not. Iโve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I canโt imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But there are my two cents.
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โI wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I donโt want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I donโt want it to โnot matterโ. I donโt want it to be something that just passes.
My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I have for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it.
Scars are a testament to life.ย Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who canโt see.
โAs for grief, youโll find it comes in waves.
When the ship is first wrecked, youโre drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe itโs some physical things. Maybe itโs a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe itโs a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
โIn the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and donโt even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, youโll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over your and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know whatโs going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anythingโฆand the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
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โSomewhere down the line, and itโs different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at OโHare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come off the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but youโll come out.
โTake it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you donโt really want them to. But you learn that youโll survive them. And other waves will come. And youโll survive them too. If youโre lucky, youโll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.โ
Thatโs how to deal with grief!!!
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