One of my favorite podcasts lately is Out of the Ordinary, with Lisa-Jo Baker and Christie Purifoy. A recent episode, which I finished while folding laundry on my bed, was about how to handle someone else’s grief, and while listening to it made me feel deeply sad, it also made me remember.
I am notoriously bad at dealing with other people’s grief. I can send flowers, fine. I can definitely send a card. Writing a note inside is not as certain, and if I show up at the visitation, it’s going to be awkward. I might hug you, or I might stammer all over myself, and I want to be there for you, but I also really don’t want to be there at all. People, I figure, are better off without me making things worse.
I think I am further stymied by the number of “helpful” items published on Facebook with encouraging titles like “Ten things NOT to say to someone whose dad just died.” Whenever I read these things, I am generally struck by two things: one, that I would say over half of the list and still can’t see anything wrong with it, and two, that these lists prohibit anything at all that someone might actually want to say or need to hear. If you follow these lists, you’d better just keep your mouth shut and stay at home. So I do, whenever I can.
But the truth is that I’ve been through grief. When my sister died at 17, I didn’t have good words for explaining what happened, much less for processing it. Most of my immediate grief was expressed in anger and extreme irritation with other people. I didn’t want to feel sad, at least not in front of everyone, not even my parents and my other sisters. Grief felt so private to me that all I wanted to do was get away by myself with my husband, to try to make sense of what had happened, or maybe just to binge Friends and not talk at all.
Despite my repressed feelings, things happened that week that helped me begin to heal, and every single one of them involved people who showed up. And so, I offer a list of truly beautiful things that people said or did after my sister died. I know some of these people are aware of how special what they did was; others may not be. Because sometimes the things that you don’t even realize were important matter immensely.
- They came to the hospital. Before I could get back to my parents’ house, people they worked with were heading to the hospital to meet them there when my sister’s body arrived. They weren’t alone even there.
- One woman my dad worked with headed to their house as fast as she could, stopping only to pick up pizza rolls on the way so that we’d have something to eat. This woman is a truly fabulous cook, but she didn’t wait to make something wonderful. She just grabbed something and came, and she had no idea that her choice was perfect: she picked up one of Melinda’s favorite foods.
- My best friend cancelled work and skipped class and came to be with me, and she even slept in my bed with me when my husband had to go back to school or fail a class.
- At visitation, old friends from high school came and sat with me on the front pews and made me laugh. They gave me a speck of normalcy in a place I didn’t want to be.
- Magazines. Joe took me to Wal-Mart after the funeral and bought me fashion magazines in which I could hide when the public grief became too much.
- People didn’t try to make me respond the way they thought I should. When I went back to work, my friends came in early to meet me, and they brought flowers, and they sat with me all during our planning period, giving up valuable grading time, to just be present with me. My students had collected money and bought gifts I still treasure. They had signed little strips of paper with their names and their prayers, and they put it all together as a chain and hung it around my classroom. I could just be, and that was so healing.
- They were quiet. Some of my strongest memories were of my sister’s Sunday school teacher standing outside the church where she had been preparing lunch while the funeral procession passed. She stood alone, crying quietly, watching the car carrying her girl roll on by. I remember the line of my parents’ colleagues outside the funeral home as we left for the cemetery. They just stood together and watched in silence, and in both of these instances, I felt lifted by their love and prayers.
- They made sure they were there. I am guilty of always saying, “Let me know whatever you need,” but the people around me didn’t wait for me to tell them I needed something. They came over and kept me company. They let me talk. They brought food. They kept other people away. None of this seemed to be a big deal or a burden; it was just people doing the work that they saw at hand to do.
I guess that’s what I would say if I were going to make one of those Facebook lists about how to help a grieving person. Don’t worry about the lists or what people think you should do or shouldn’t do. Just make yourself quietly present, and do whatever you see that needs doing. Don’t wait to do it perfectly. Just do what you see to do, and trust God to take care of the rest.