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Nikki Stern

Nikki Stern
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Author of "Because I Say So: The Dangerous Appeal of Moral Authority" (www.nikkistern.com) and "Hope in Small Doses" to be released June 1, 2010 by Humanist Press.

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JANUARY 19, 2012 10:52AM

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

  Vincent_Van_Gogh_-_Sorrow
"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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Good advice, greatly written.
Perfectly expressed when all I could come up with was "fuck."

[Group Hug Around The Center]
Thank you for this Nikki. rated
normalcy, consistency, presence, kindness
not turning away

These are gifts others have given me
and they mean the world...

Thanks for this vital post, Nikki.
r
I think the wisest words are 'be normal'. Nothing worse than having people suck the life of you trying to be helpful even if they mean well.
HUGGGGGGGGGG
Yes, thank you very much for the excellent advice from one who knows and for making us feel better in our helplessness by so perfectly defining our place.
Stay close, stay in the picture. And be normal. Tremendous advice that can make all the difference in the world.
What Denise said. :-D

"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".
Yes. Wolfman is correct. Sometimes we just` Be.
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
And this is what makes you such a good friend. xo
Thank you my dear and unique friend. Normal and ordinary and blunt is plasma to me today. You are the steadying 5 minutes in the library foyer, of course.
present... normal. yes
Such wise words, Nikki. I love the metaphor of the circle. We all have our place and I understand that being ourselves and being "normal" is so important in these situations. What a special circle OS can be!
Precisely so, Nikki, unfortunately I know it well. Don't ask, but do what you're good at. Starting with stay close. You are a good friend, I know you'll do what you're good at.
Well said (Anglo-Saxon cures--curses?)
Thank you for teaching me.
thanks Nikki...this has a great goodness to it....
G
I've gone back to the post that inspired this one and have found, as it were, a wealth of wise commentary.

You all get it--no surprise then...
I can bake a cake. Not so sure about the "normal" part.
Good. Grief. There are no words... and no rules. But this was well written. And heartfelt. No doubt you have a very large and loving circle -- because you make it so.
A hug is worth a thousand words.
Now that is f**king literature; forgive the pun. A masterpiece, Nikki, beautifully written. R
This is wonderful, Nikki. Thank you for posting this. It's so difficult to know what to do, what not to do. Your hard-earned wisdom is welcome.
~R~
Thanks for this, Nikki. You say so effectively what the rest of us need to hear.
@Leeping Larry: just be you, darlin'...your "normal" is just fine. And the cake-yes!
thank you. should have read your advice sooner, still glad I didn't read it any later.
Nikki,
You're totally a class act. This is a beautifully written, timely and timeless piece.

Thanks for your heart and insight.

Rated and appreciated.
Lovely, loving words.

What I do best is sigh and twitch in my sorrow. And haver - I'm good at havering, too.
I love your last line. That, and no pity. Do not want.
May this circle never leave Nikki.
Words of great wisdom here all 'round.
I knew before I read this who the friend in the foyer had to be.

What would we do without Larry? :)
Ripples

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--
Absolute truth here. I'm printing out the last three paragraphs and pasting them on a mirror somewhere in my house. In fact, I'd like to use them in a discussion with my students, if I may. You are right, we don't know what to do, and asking is, really, just stupid. Do what you do best. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. rrrrrrr
I must add my thanks. I'm only sorry I didn't have this to give to others in my circle when I was diagnosed. That whole section on don't ask a flailing friend to recommend how to rescue him is perfect.
Wow. So timely. Thanks for this.

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.
Stupendous advice. Seems so intuitive, but too few people understand how much everyday kindnesses mean. Interesting that we now give and get so much comfort online, but closeness with distance often works best for the grieving.
Can't I just throw them a rock and tell them to swim harder? What? :D

Rated!!!

~wanders off to eat cake and watch the Presidential Election unfold in the nude~
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I just went through this recently. A friend's grandson committed suicide. I saw her out shopping and asked if she had big plans for New Year's Eve (knowing that at 79 shw would probably not ring in the New). She looked at me with that deer- in- the- headlights look and told me, "My Grandson killed himself". Speechess. Then, "Had he been depressed?". Then, "What can I do?" "I don't know yet. I'll need all of you over the next few weeks."

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
Ah. It's difficult to be outside looking in, and wondering what to d0. I always think about what I would want -- will want (chances are I'll take my place in the center of the circle at some point) -- and let that guide me. I think just not taking it personally, letting the person accept or reject overtures without becoming offended (too many people want to HELP and will not be deterred) -- and keep offering in a low-key fashion because you never know when everyone else will wash out, or when your friend will be ready to say, honestly, "This is what I need."
Oh yeah. Sing it from whence you have trod. You have a great deal to teach on this experience of how to be a true and present friend.
Great advice. My friend is a train wreck of bad health and more. Thanks for wise advice on how to be there for her.
Very nice essay. Sometimes I think when one is in a life crisis, or depressed, it becomes hard to reach out for help ... because the best wishes of others, however well meaning, occasionally serve to make one's situation feel even more hopeless. The prayers and well wishes of others make the individual know they are loved, and that others care. But it doesn't solve problems per se. Personal "support" doesn't necessarily help us find a job when we are broke, or make us better when we are sick. It's a frustrating situation for everyone.

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.