Things to say…
…and not to say.
I shouldn’t need to write any of this. But, as I am getting a crash course in grief and loss lately, I am learning a great deal about how very powerless we all are in the face of pain, and how the right words truly don’t exist. However, there are some things to say that are a hell of a lot better than others. No wonder that if you Google “bereavement etiquette,” you’ll get reams of material. However, since everyone is different, I will post my own preferences, from my own experience.
I’ll start with the positive. Things to say:
- You absolutely cannot go wrong with a simple, heartfelt “I am so sorry.” Variations like “My condolences,” “I’m sorry for your loss (pain, grief, etc.)” are also fine.
- Encouragement is good. Tell me to hang in there. Remind me to breathe.
- “Is there anything I can do for you?” Chances are the answer is no, but I appreciate your asking.
- “Just checking in with you.” Remind me that you’re still there. In a time when I am feeling so alone, I need to know people are there.
- If you knew John, please share what you thought of him, a favorite memory, a funny story, whatever. Let me know that you saw the wonderful, funny, loving man that I did.
- If you are a survivor of loss… if you have been through pain like I am experiencing now and came out the other side… please let me know how you did it, what your process was, how you found support. I know that while my experience is uniquely mine, grief is universal and something that everyone can relate to. I need to know things will eventually get more bearable.
- Share something with me that is completely unrelated, something you think I’ll like. I have had some friends send me funny YouTube clips and so forth that have served as welcome distractions.
And now, the not-so positive.
- Please, please, please don’t tell me that John is out there, up there, on another plane, etc. watching out for me. I know you believe this. I know this would give you comfort. But I do not believe it. He is not “out there.” He is in my heart and mind and soul, but otherwise, he is gone.
- Please don’t tell me he’s “in a better place” and I’ll meet up with him again someday. Again… you are welcome to believe this. But saying this to an atheist just makes them feel worse.
- Please don’t say that I need to be strong because that’s what he would have wanted. No. What he would have wanted was for me not to be suffering like this in the first place. Also, yes, I know I need to be strong, because I don’t have a choice. But that doesn’t mean I don’t fall apart a little on a daily basis.
- This is a biggie. Yes, I am more than well aware that John did not leave his affairs in good order. I am dealing with an ongoing nightmare that will drag on for a year to 18 months. So you don’t need to tell me what he should have done.
The other day on Facebook, I was talking about how utterly wretched and daunting a process probate is. And someone commented “This is why we have living wills and trusts.” Really? Wow. Excuse me — I’ll go raise John from the dead and have him get on that post-haste. I had to sit on my hands to keep from typing that as a reply. Fortunately, someone else called it out as being insensitive and the poster deleted it. - Likewise, you don’t need to remind me how awful and stressful it’s going to be. Empathizing is one thing (“Yeah, this sucks, but you’ll get through it,” “It’ll be hard, but one step at a time is all you can do”); I don’t mind being realistic, as long as there is some hope offered along with it. But on that same post about probate, someone else commented, “Unfortunately, it WILL drag on for a long time.” In what universe is this supposed to be helpful?
- I had forgotten about this one, so I came back to edit. I was asked, “How are you getting along?” I figured I’m far beyond giving the rote answer “Fine,” so I replied honestly that I was overwhelmed, sad, anxious, and felt like I was in all the circles of hell. The reply was: “Sounds like things are back to normal, then.” Um… what? To that, I said, “If this is normal, please shoot me.” And their answer to that?
“Well, at least you don’t have Covid.”
Yeah. Don’t fucking do that. I would have rather they not contacted me at all. I don’t know if they were trying to be flippant or funny or whatever the hell, but it really sucked. Yeah, okay. I also don’t have cancer. I’m not homeless. I don’t have the heartbreak of psoriasis (yes, I’m dating myself with that reference). I’m not suffering from a whole lot of things. But FFS, don’t do the “be grateful because people are starving in [wherever]” routine with someone who is grieving; it’s invalidating and insensitive.
Things I’m neutral on:
- “I’m praying for you.” “You’re in my prayers.”
(sigh) Again, I do not believe in this. But I know you do. If you think enough of me to include me in this, I will choose to take it as a compliment. - “I can’t imagine the pain you’re feeling.” In the “Bereavement Etiquette” list, this is apparently a no-no. They say it’s cold, rote, and unempathetic. I dunno… I see it as saying that they are acknowledging I’m in terrible pain and they know it’s even worse than they can conceive of. That’s not lack of empathy, that’s simply the fact that they haven’t experienced this level of loss yet, but they still care.
And finally… I would like to end this post on a good note. Along the lines of sharing funny John stories, my friend K (InfamousK is her scene name) reminded me of a party about ten years ago, where she was sitting with us, and she and I were giggling about some party creepers. John was listening intently and then blurted, “You women and your names for men! What do you call me when I’m not around?” K didn’t even take a beat; with a perfectly straight face, she looked at him and answered, “We call you ‘Erica’s bitch.’ “
I damn near fell off my chair laughing. As for John — you know, it took a lot to render him speechless, but that did it! 🙂 Love you, K. Thank you for that memory.