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On grief

Dear Coquette,

Eight months ago today, my husband killed himself. Last weekend, I finally held his memorial. I’d been planning it since the day he died. It was a big party, with food and drink and fireworks and friends and so many memories. Lots of family, too–including my in-laws, whom I met for the first time (he’d been estranged from his family). It was both very good and very painful, which I expected. I didn’t expect the emotional aftermath. I’m spacey, exhausted, irritable, fragile, unstable. Can’t eat. Can’t sleep. Can’t read. Can’t listen to music. I feel like I did in the first weeks and months after he died. Before the party, I was feeling ok. Not great, but better than I had in a long while. Now, the grief is raw and fresh again. I’ve learned that grieving isn’t a tidy, linear process, but I’m desperate to make some sense of it. If I could parse it, I think I wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed, but I can’t. It just seems chaotic and terrifying.

Can you explain grief?

Thanks for everything you do, always.

 

It’s never going to make any sense. That’s not part of the deal. We don’t get answers to those kinds of questions. Never have. Never will. There’s no point in trying to parse it. You’ll spin yourself dizzy and just wind up confused (or worse, religious.)

Instead, sit down next to it and just be. Feel all of that shit. Let it wash over you and through you. Do it again and again, as many times as necessary. Don’t be afraid of it.

In a few days, you’ll be back to relative normal, but four months from now on the anniversary, be prepared for this to happen again. It won’t be quite as intense, but it will still be significant. Let that be okay. (And when the day comes that you finally move on, let that be okay too.)

Your grief is real, and nothing real is tidy or linear. You’re doing it right, though. You’re supposed to be exhausted, irritable, fragile, and unstable — but you’re also resilient. One day food will bring flavor again. Sleep will bring rest. Books and music will bring joy.

That’s how this works. It’s not the same thing as any of it making sense, but it’s all we’ve ever had, and on most days, it’s enough.

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11 thoughts on “On grief

    • Tillzilla says:

      That was brilliant. I swear, Coke has explained more difficult shit, and provided more comfort, in answers like this than have years of therapy or words from friends.

  1. Hanbanjo says:

    I want to say that I’m sorry for your loss, but I’ve always felt like there’s a certain triteness that comes with that phrase whenever I’m about to say it. And you didn’t really lose him either because he’ll always be with you, but he’s just not here anymore.

    I wish I could be with you through your grieving process. He must have been an incredible individual to have such an amazing person care for him so deeply.

    In my line of work, I feel as though I am never finished grieving. I can only hope you find peace and some semblance of closure. If there’s anything I am sorry for, it’s that you might feel like you’re going through this alone.

    You’re not alone. It’s lonely. But you’re not alone.

  2. We had the memorial for our daughter 2 months after she died, and for about 6 hours I thought I was going to die while it was going on (before and after.) Then a few years of decreasing overwhelming waves of grief. Now, days past what would have been her 27th birthday, I am relatively stable. There are still times, like now while I’m writing this, that the grief and loss are just as raw as they did on April 29, 2010. But it passes, and I (we) move forward with it.
    Like Hanbanjo says, you’re not alone. Reach out if you can.

    • Anna says:

      Thank you for your words. This is truly comforting and hopeful, even for those of us not going through bereavement.

  3. Carmen says:

    Wow this is great, this reminds me about this statement a professor made in a death and dying class I took. She told us about some paradoxical truths on grief. One was “time heals; yet time makes no difference.” This paradoxical statement about grief holds true “time heals, yet it can also make no difference,” because no matter how much time goes by we will always remember our loved ones and some days it comes back to you and hits you hard where your wounds are reopened again within seconds. Remembering may bring us joy and tears in our lives. After so much time has passed you eventually feel “better” and you know life goes on and our loved ones live on through our memories of them. We all realize life goes on after a loved ones death but it does not make living life any easier. Your life is changed because someone you held dear is now gone. So time helps us heal yet at the same time, it makes no damn difference. Sometimes out of nowhere, or on the anniversary of a loved ones death our wounds are fresh again and you feel the same way you did when our loved one first passed away. I learned that it’s okay though. All our feelings are valid and becoming upset around a certain time is okay. Wallowing in your sadness is okay, as long as you do not stay there and are able to move out of that place.

  4. Leila says:

    This line though “It’s not the same thing as any of it making sense, but it’s all we’ve ever had, and on most days, it’s enough.”
    So real, so on point, regarding everything in life really. Coke, your writing is good (and you know that), but sometimes you put things in such a simple but brilliant way, it puts a smile on my face and makes me feel all sorts of things. Just thanks.

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