A recent post mentioned a very real belief I have, that sharing is caring.
Especially when you have something I don’t that I want some of.
Like that girl does.
My #framily and I say that phrase fairly often to each other, and of course we think we are being funny, but it is SO true when you really think about it. I mean, who wouldn’t want it all for themselves? Good is good so more must be even better, right? Sharing something you REALLY want all for yourself should count double……and so should taking a share of things you reallyreallyreally do NOT want.
Like grief.
Grief feels heavier than joyful does. It definitely lasts longer than the sympathy does. It makes you bitter OR better. It hurts you AND numbs you. Some people hide it while some wear it constantly. It makes some people afraid of everything but it made me (even more so) afraid of NOTHING. The details are different, but the human experience is the same, no matter what grief looks like on us. It is also best friends with loss – no matter if that loss is of friend, parent, or child.
I have been asked repeatedly to share my story on that, but I am still working through it. So not today.
Instead, I want to share (with permission) a friend’s experience with grief…..and I know that probably seems like I am letting myself off the hook, but I promise you I am not.
Our human experience is eerily similar, even though the details are very different. Sharing her ‘walk’ with you is not exactly the same as sharing mine – but just by paying attention, I am also sharing her grief with her, hoping it makes the load a little lighter while we walk, even if she can’t see me over here helping carry it right now.
With someone you care about, help them carry their grief once in awhile. Sometimes its the only thing they need…..but I think any way we can show up for each other still counts.
Thank you, Emme Chey, for sharing with us. You’re one of my heroes.
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