Forty Days Til’ Forty, Day 8: When We Walk Alongside the Grieving

The last few weeks have been an exercise in digesting bad news. Several friends, family of colleagues, and just downright good people who have graced my path have left this world all too soon, abruptly so. A friend posted an article about grief that I think is tremendously helpful in considering how to be present with those we love in their grief.

I am reminded of the first night I was alone in the rental house my now-ex-husband and I had lived in briefly before the tumultuous end of our marriage. He had moved out, and I was alone in a city and state that were far from ever feeling like home. I was consumed by grief as I walked into the closet where he’d cleared out his clothes. I could not imagine life beyond that moment. My childhood friend, Melissa, spent the evening lingering on the phone with me as I digested my reality. I will never forget her presence with me on the other end of the telephone line.

Grief comes packaged in all different shapes and sizes. There is no sense comparing whether yours is worse than mine. We lose even more in the moment we make sorrow a competition. May we, instead, learn to be with one another when we are without the one we’ve lost. I think this guy says it so well.


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