inspired by a friend who is discovering how inspirational he is...

"Sorrow" by Van Gogh via Wikicommons
No one ever knows what to say.
"I'm sorry."
“You’ll be okay.”
“Hang in there.”
Yeah, thanks.
“You’re one of the strong ones.”
“You can beat this.”
“I know just how you feel.”
Gack! No!
Don’t get me wrong: the impulse to reach out, offer support, be there, wherever “there” is—is priceless. And appreciated.
“Fuck!”
“Shit!”
"Dammit to hell!"
Anglo-Saxon curses have the advantage of capturing the utter baseness of the predicament: inelegant, infuriating, rough, raw. They address the senselessness of it all--whatever "it" is. Unfortunately, they lose potency after awhile. This sucks. True. Next…
How do we address bad news—grief, loss, sorrow, the pain of someone we know, admire, respect and genuinely like? How can we help?
Here’s what I learned: for every event (good and bad, I suppose, but let’s deal with the bad), a circle of affectedness is created. In the middle of the circle is the person who has taken a direct hit: the patient, the bereaved; the forever changed. He (or she) is the one who’s been shoved over the line in the sand they hadn’t even seen, kicked onto another path, dealing with the “before” and “after” of a timeline with a new wrinkle. Hit by a crashing wave, he struggles to the surface.
Actually, that’s my metaphor; we each have our own. But we’re not at the center of this particular story. We are somewhere else in the circle; further from the middle than the family and loved ones whose lives will also need to proceed along a new trajectory’; further perhaps than the colleagues, co-workers, close friends.
Our place in the circle isn’t insignificant. We’re pulled in by our genuine affection for the central figure. His pain isn’t our pain, but we hate his pain and we want to make it smaller. Our place in the circle matters, oh yes it does.
“What can I do?”
Don’t ask.
What I mean is: Don’t require of your flailing friend that he recommend to you the means of his rescue. He can't tell you.
Do what you do best. Bake a cake, send a book; share a link, share information. Stay close, stay in the picture.
Expect nothing; know your support means everything. Be you. Be funny, be loving, be resourceful, be present. Be normal.


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r.
[Group Hug Around The Center]
not turning away
These are gifts others have given me
and they mean the world...
Thanks for this vital post, Nikki.
r
HUGGGGGGGGGG
"The circle" is an appropriate description, as we tend to "circle the wagons" in difficult times. In this particular case, I'll just quote the song and say "may the circle be unbroken".
Words
Words often increase enormous grief. Silence, ay.
Shush
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Kerry may be grieved. He may be in NYC Bellevue.
Request
Begging
Please
He can stay on the nut-ward until flowers Bloom.
Respect
Behave
Be kind
Sorrow
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Hi Nikkii
ay Stern
and Best
Wishes
G
You all get it--no surprise then...
~R~
You're totally a class act. This is a beautifully written, timely and timeless piece.
Thanks for your heart and insight.
Rated and appreciated.
What I do best is sigh and twitch in my sorrow. And haver - I'm good at havering, too.
Words of great wisdom here all 'round.
What would we do without Larry? :)
forming as a stone is dropped and splashes
sending them outward.
How so many circles are formed from one splash is a mystery.
Be present I can do. I have never known what "normal" is other than simply being one's true self, no matter the circumstances.
Awesome bit of writing.
--r--
Funny, I was feeling particularly dark today and thinking of the people, the people, who secretly relish in your pain. We know the ones though we all want to deny we're the ones.
That "thankfully its you and not me" mentality that we hide so well. Or that ambulance chaser mindset. "Oh my GOD, have you heard what happened to SO and SO? I feel SO bad!" Like they relish in the sensationalism of your injury...or you're their reason for feeling grateful for their lives that haven't been hit...eck. I'm their gratitude stepping stone. I could see me, being the hurt one, retracting from everyone, just so no one gets to have that gory gratification.
In my equation, I haven't allowed for the people who genuinely feel badly for that hurt other. Not sure why. Maybe the human race is just disappointing at times....I forgot about the circle you mentioned.
Rated!!!
~wanders off to eat cake and watch the Presidential Election unfold in the nude~
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I found a good discussion of what to do and say, and more properly, what not to do and say. At least I didn't blurt out some "He's in a better place." or "God needed more Angels." plattitude.
Your advice is perfect. R
But should we stop reaching out? Stop asking for prayers from friends and family? Stop "being there" for others? NO!!
I like your advice in the 2 closing paragraphs. Thanks for sharing this essay.