”Grief is heavy. Have you noticed?” I texted X on Tuesday.
“All thoughts and emotions have weight and substance” was his reply, “especially sad ones.”
I was sitting in the ICU waiting room at Fort Sanders with my friend Myst. Next to my Lady J, I am closer to Myst than any female. She is one of my Chosen Family. She is a cornerstone of my Inner Circle. Tuesday my heart broke as I watched her struggle with the knowledge that her Mother was dying. I held her hand and we cried together, each grappling silently with the futility of wishing there was something we could do; each pondering the hard face of mortality that is often taken for granted.
Grammy held on until last night when she passed through the veil about 7 pm. I was not with my friend when it happened, but she was surrounded by her family, people who knew and loved Grammy in her Life. While I did not know her well, I thought she was a cool Lady. She always greeted me with a smile and her influence on the people that I love is apparent
A family dealing with the loss of a loved one is a very intimate thing. It is challenging, being on the outside of a grieving family; trying to figure out where you can help, when it is appropriate for you to be there, and what to say or not say. It will be, I’m sure, a never ending learning process… but, in spite of how hard it is, in spite of how painful it is, with all of the families that I will be working with in the future facing the same thing I hope I never become numb to it. I hope that I can always feel it, always relate, always know… to somehow help. If by nothing else but being there to listen.
I love you Myst. Your sadness is my sadness. If you need me for anything, I will not be far away. Just say the word and I will come.