A letter to my best friend

Grief Diaries

Dear Kaite,

I miss you. You passed so unexpectedly, so without warning. We were texting the day before about nonsense: about friends and about your classroom and I had sent you pictures of my wedding dress. You were supposed to be standing next to me while I wore it, you know. And that’s been hard. Actually, just about everything’s been hard.

It’s hard because I can’t talk to you about the things I want to talk to you about. I want to tell you I started watching Glee like you recommended and I want to tell you that in fact, I was right and I do hate it. I want to tell you that I kept watching it, though, because it was one of the last things you said to me and that I cry a lot when something really stupid happens, just because I know I can’t talk to you about it.

It’s hard because I started saying no to extra tasks at work and sometimes to friends. I’ve always been a “Yes, of course, whatever you need,” kind of person, but I’m the one who needs help now. It’s hard to admit that and it’s hard to ask for it and it’s hard to accept it. It’s hard to be frustrated when people do bring you up or don’t bring you up. It’s hard because I know I wouldn’t really know what to say either. It’s hard to know I’m suddenly the needy friend, experiencing a loss I never imagined happening.

It’s hard because I think about you every day, but I know I can’t talk about you every day, because I don’t want to be that person: the one people don’t want to be around because they’re always bringing up sad things. I also know, without a shadow of a doubt, you’d be squinting your eyes at me, shaking your head, wondering why I’m being so dramatic. It makes me smile to remember that face. You’d make it as we sat in your basement, underneath a shared blanket, with me coaxing Opus to cuddle with me instead of you. You’d be chewing on your ice (still don’t know how you found that pleasant), and when I’d tell a story that deserved it, you’d just give me a side-eye and raise your shoulders, with a soft chuckle of incredulity.

It’s hard because I want to talk about how sad I am, but the people you were really close to aren’t people I’m close to. And even though I know I can reach out to those who miss you as much as I miss you, I don’t want to. Because there are some moments when I’m fine and some moments that I’m so unbearably not and I don’t want to send a sad text and snap them out of a moment when they are okay.

It’s hard because I feel guilty that I’m not able to skip over the sadness and just celebrate you. I try, though, I promise. I try to tell stories about the joy you brought to everyone around you. I talk about when you embarrassed me during Never Have I Ever at my New Years’ Eve party and how I was momentarily mad, but in the end, grateful because you brought all my friends from different groups together. I talk about how you made us buy black and blue shirts and decorated them with glitter for the Backstreet Boys’ concert. I talk about the Jersey Shore party we threw in my basement and how we poofed our hair as high as it could go. I talk about going out in White Plains and how, for a while, we thought it was the magical place to be and just no one else understood. I talk about blasting Miley Cyrus in the dead of night in the Chase drive-through in Raleigh for God knows what reason. I talk about the potato I sent you in the mail and the Galentine’s Day presents we gave to each other. I talk about your old man neighbor I befriended when you let me stay with you in NC over my February break. I talk about our races over the Triboro Bridge after a day at the beach.

But, then, I try to remember the day that I visited your classroom in North Carolina and you compared our friendship to some celebrities’ friendship and for the life of me, I can’t remember who. Was it Beyonce and Lady Gaga? Or Rihanna and someone else? Your kids laughed and wondered how we were friends if we were so different: if you were more like Ke$ha and I was more like someone who’d wear pearls. And then I feel so sad because that’s something only you and I know…and I took for granted you’d always be able to help me finish the story and find the laughter.

I want to remember you happily and I try every day. I want to stop getting filled up every time I think of you. And when I successfully talk about you with a smile or get through a few days without crying, I want to stop feeling immediately guilty afterwards. I want to be okay and I want to remember you with joy. But really, what I want is not to have to remember you at all… and just to have you back here with me.

Missing you always,
Amanda

Author: Amanda Urban

The lonely toll of funeral bells

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Hi friends. I just returned from Switzerland, and have an experience to share.

We were touring the magnificent Grossmünster church in Zürich when visitors were asked to leave so staff could prepare for a funeral.

A short time later, the Grossmünster’s bells began to toll—and continued for at least 20 minutes. The sound was magnificent, and could be heard far and wide.

Not shy, I asked a local about it, who explained that either a celebration or funeral was in progress.

Having just been at the church, I knew it was the latter.

Time stood still as those beautiful bells tolling high above a city invited strangers near and far to acknowledge a family’s loss.

Here in the U.S., loss is not revered in the same way, but I wish it was.

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Grossmünster church in Zürich

Lynda Cheldelin Fell

Are you grief literate? Take the Grief Literacy Test to find out.

With mass shootings fresh in the nation’s cross hairs, it’s more important than ever to test our emotional intelligence about grief—and learn how to help those who are mourning the loss of someone they loved.

Why is this test important? Because we all play a direct role in each griever’s ability to survive the journey. The more support one receives, the better they do in the long haul. A griever who has little to no support can become stuck, resulting in millions of dollars in lost wages, loss of health, loss of family, and worse.

Following is a multiple choice Grief Literacy Test to see how much (or how little) you understand about grief. Wondering how your family and friends would score? Pass this test on to them after taking it yourself.

TEST DIRECTIONS:

For each question, choose one of the four choices that best describes how you would react in that situation. When finished, add the numbers representing your answers together to see your grief literacy score.

Your coworker just lost a teenage daughter in a car accident. What do you say to him? 

  1. I avoid him altogether.
  2. I tell him to look at the bright side, they have other children and can always have more.
  3. I awkwardly admit that I have no idea how he feels and pretend I need to leave for a meeting.
  4. I listen, offer lots of support, and hug frequently.

Your employee recently lost her young son to an illness. When should she return to normal?

  1. By the time she returns to work.
  2. Within 6 months.
  3. After the first year.
  4. She’ll never be the same.

Your sister lost her husband last year, and still cries frequently. How do you react?

  1. I avoid her altogether.
  2. I get impatient and tell her it’s time to move on.
  3. I offer to set her up on a blind date or suggest she try on-line dating.
  4. I offer tissue and a warm hug.

Your neighbor recently lost her daughter to suicide, and her beautiful yard is now overgrown. What should you do?

  1. It’s her yard and she should get out of bed to take care of it.
  2. The fresh air will be good for her, so I might hint that it’s become an eyesore.
  3. I might offer to help her, but I won’t do it for her.
  4. I gather up my garden gloves and tools and just get to work. She won’t have the energy to tend to her yard for a very long time, and I like the exercise.

Your friend lost a son to homicide two years ago, and the son’s birthday is next week. Will you acknowledge it?

  1. His birthday doesn’t mean anything to me.
  2. No, because it’s been two years already.
  3. I think it’s more important to distract my friend from thinking about it.
  4. I’m aware that it is a painful time. I’ll help my friend find a meaningful way to honor her son, and offer a hug every chance I get.

Your coworker’s daughter just died of a drug overdose. Should you say something?

  1. It was a drug overdose, so it doesn’t matter.
  2. No, because I’m too scared my own child will do the same.
  3. I feel bad, but don’t know what to say so I will probably just mumble something about how tragic it is.
  4. I would tell her that I’m there for her, hug her frequently, and take personal time to research for possible resources that can help.

The holidays are coming up, and your widowed uncle is feeling sentimental. What are some ways you can help him?

  1. He is an old man anyway and will soon die, too, so I’ll leave him alone.
  2. I avoid mentioning his wife out of fear that I might remind him that she is gone.
  3. I don’t mention his wife, but I do make him a batch of their favorite cookies.
  4. I mention his wife a lot, give him every opportunity to talk about her, and offer him frequent hugs.

Your brother lost his wife. You just lost your neighbor.  Are they the same?

  1. I don’t care that my brother lost his wife. My neighbor was my best friend, and my pain is the only thing that counts right now.
  2. My brother and his wife argued a lot, so I think my loss is worse.
  3. If my loss feels this painful, his loss must be terrible, too.
  4. All losses should be respected and honored without judgement or comparison, for love and loss come in many forms.

Do you think closed Facebook groups for grievers are helpful?

  1. Those groups are nothing more than one big pity party.
  2. I don’t understand why those groups need to be closed, but I’m glad I don’t have to listen to their sad stories.
  3. I don’t understand their purpose but if they help, then that could only be a good thing.

Those groups are wonderful because they offer a free, safe place for grievers to express their emotions, which is one of the first step towards healing.

Do you think grief support groups and gatherings are worthwhile?

  1. Absolutely not. It’s nothing more than a pity party and huge downer.
  2. I don’t know anything about it, but it must be pretty depressing.
  3. I can’t imagine that it would offer anything fun, but it helps people, then that’s good.
  4. I’m thankful all those people share their journeys of loss and hope so openly. It helps people feel less alone, and gives them hope that they can survive.

How well do you understand the grief journey?

  1. I don’t need to understand it. Grief is a part of life, so what’s the big deal?
  2. I believe it’s a 5-stage journey, and if someone doesn’t experience those stages, then they’re doing it wrong.
  3. I believe that every loss is different, and that each griever may experience different stages as they move through their journey.
  4. I believe that every grief journey is as unique as one’s fingerprint, no two are alike. I believe that there is no right or wrong way to grieve, and that the journey sometimes feels like a never ending roller coaster on steroids.

SCORING:

If you scored 44:  You are a fully grief literate, compassionate role model for how to support those who are mourning.

If you scored 30-43:  You don’t fully understand the significant effects a devastating loss can have, but your compassion and open mind are a wonderful start.

If you scored below 30:  You are shamefully illiterate.  But there is hope for you. Because no words will fix grief, simply memorize and apply the following three steps to every griever you encounter:

  • Step #1: LISTEN
  • Step #2: HUG
  • Step #3: Repeat steps 1 and 2 above.

The idea behind this Grief Literacy Test is not to prove someone else’s illiteracy.  Rather, it’s an opportunity to examine where we can improve our own.

It’s hard to see people in pain, and it’s human nature to avoid things we can’t fix. But when we learn to support those in mourning, we become givers of kindness and messengers of hope—gifts that will sustain them as they learn to live with their loved one in their hearts instead of their arms.

www.GriefDiaries.com

Surviving Loss of a Partner

Surviving Loss of a Partner

Death of a partner is something nobody can really prepare for.

Your partner is the one person you confided in; the person you shared inside jokes with; the person with whom you spent most of your time.

Losing a partner is like losing half of yourself.

While most of us understand that sorrow and sadness are part of loss, there’s one emotion that’s rarely talked about.

That emotion is loneliness.

How do you manage the loneliness? How do you begin to rebuild without the person who completed you?

Below are 5 tips to help.

Keep Yourself Busy

It sounds cliché, yet the age-old advice of keeping your mind busy is solid. Loneliness creeps in when you have nothing to occupy or distract your thoughts. By minimizing the time you’re alone with nothing to do, you’ll minimize the time you feel lonely.

That said, it’s impossible to keep busy all the time, and frankly, it’s unhealthy as well.

So live by the rule of saying “yes.” When a friend offers to take you for coffee, say, “Yes.”

When a family member invites you over for dinner, say, “Yes.”

When an opportunity to get out of the house arises, say, “Yes!”

Although you won’t always feel like it, most of the time, accepting an invitation is good for you.

Loneliness is normal

It’s good to distract your mind, yet important to remember that you need to embrace loneliness, too. The idea behind keeping yourself busy is to offer a short reprieve from the loneliness, not to forget about it. Not dealing with your grief is a slippery slope that can lead to a number of issues.

It’s vital to understand that loneliness is a normal emotion. Recognize that no matter how much time you spend around others, loneliness can still ensue, and that’s totally fine.

Allow yourself to remember 

Your loneliness is a reminder of the wonderful relationship you shared with your partner. Celebration those memories with fondness.

Pushing memories to the back of your mind can backfire by negatively impacting you in in the future. It seems easier to not honor those memories, and that’s fine for a time. But in the long run, remembering the good times is important.

Turning painful memories into welcome reminders is hard at first, and may even seem counterintuitive. But by training your mind to turn negative feelings into positive moments of remembrance, you’ll begin to process the loss while keeping your partner’s memory alive in your heart.

Consider creating a dedicated space to celebrate the life of your partner. Many choose a memorial keepsake urn they can display prominently as a reminder that love lives on.

Don’t stop doing activities you enjoyed together

It may be tempting to stop the activities you once enjoyed together. This is completely normal. But doing so will help mitigate feelings of loneliness.

If your preferred activity was a group activity, that same group can be a circle of support. If you used to do things as a duo, adopt a friend who will enjoy it, too. Maybe your partner’s passion will live on in your friend.

Further, by continuing activities you once enjoyed with your partner, you’re likely to find others who share the same passion. The sense of belonging can be a wonderful remedy for loneliness.

This might bring up painful memories at first, but find peace in knowing that you’re continuing the rituals and traditions the two of you enjoyed.

Try things you didn’t do together 

While you should continue to do things you did as a couple, it’s important to begin making your own way in the world. Exploring new passions or reigniting old ones not only will keep you busy, it will also help give you an identity of your own.

It might feel strange to start new hobbies and add new strings to your bow, but it’s important to note that companionship doesn’t mean completion.

Simply put, you are your own person; you are now, and you were when your partner was alive. You may not have embraced other passions before your partner passed, but that doesn’t mean that they weren’t there.

If you’ve lost a partner, I offer my deepest condolences. Losing a loved one is one of the most difficult things any person could face.

Just know that things will get better, allow yourself to grieve, and give yourself time to enjoy the sun again.

by Nat Juchems 

Surviving Loss of a Partner

 

Author’s Bio:

Nat Juchems is the Marketing Director at Green Meadow Memorials, Nat helps those grieving the loss of a loved find the right memorial to cherish.

Before becoming the Marketing Director at Green Meadow Memorials, Nat worked for six years in the memorials ecommerce industry as a Marketing Director and Ecommerce Director, using his skill set to manage powerful paid search and organic search campaigns as well as implement merchandising strategies and manage the software development teams that made everything work.

A picture worth a thousand words

Faces of Resilience

They say one picture is worth a thousand words because it captures complex emotions in a single shot.

Our newest book is filled with photos that are priceless.

Faces of Resilience is a stunning gallery of nearly 200 portraits taken by Barbara J HopkinsonPRae M Miliotis, and myself that showcase both the commonality and individuality of a timeless journey experienced by people around the world.

Traveling the country to conferences, annual gatherings and even support groups, each subject was invited to write something meaningful on his or her skin to portray how grief has influenced their emotions while serving as a visual reminder that the power of resilience lies within us all.

Thousands of photos later, the top 200 made it into our first published collection.

Faces of Resilience

It’s our hope that this influential collection tells a story better than written words, and serves as an agent of change by stimulating conversations about a universal experience through love, loss, heartbreak, resilience and—ultimately—hope.

Faces of Resilience

Faces of Resilience

Faces of Resilience

Faces of Resilience

Now available on Amazon.

Faces of Resilience

By Lynda Cheldelin Fell

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Why Katy Perry got it wrong

Lauren Engle
Dear Katy Perry,
 
I know you meant well, but last night you got it wrong.
 
You told 27-year-old American Idol contestant Lauren Engle to be strong after she auditioned in memory of her husband.
 
Why does she need to be strong?
 
The poor girl is grieving her husband who has been dead less than two years.
 
Grieving the past and fearing the future, Lauren is doing her best just to get out of bed each morning.
 
You telling her to be strong is holding her down. It’s the same as telling her not to be a wimp. To quit crying. Don’t be a baby.
 
It’s sucking her hope up in a vacuum.
 
I know you meant well, Katy, but would you tell the families who lost a loved one in the New Zealand shooting to be strong?
 
Of course not.
 
Find that contestant, wrap your arms around her, and tell her that one day it won’t always feel so raw. But until then, it’s okay to cry.
 
Shared sorrow is half a sorrow—Finnish proverb. It means to support someone in their time of need. Because that gives them hope. It helps them go from zero to being their own hero.
 
With support and love, one day Lauren will be her own champion. Please don’t rob her of that opportunity.
 
Thank you.

Lynda Cheldelin Fell  XOXO

Lauren Engle

The power of joy to heal a broken heart.

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I love babies. My babies. Your babies. Everybody’s babies.

There’s just something so wondrous about these tiny beings. They’re innocence and pure love rolled like a little magical burrito.

Once a week I sneak away from the office to volunteer in the neonatal ICU. I cuddle, feed, change diapers, and soothe.

As they look into my eyes, I know I’m holding future teachers, humanitarians, astronauts, Nobel prize winners, and world leaders.

I’m also holding future gang members, addicts, and lost souls.

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It doesn’t matter who I’m holding because in that moment, I give as much love as I can and hope that my little imprint will carry them through life.

When I’m done, I leave with a heart full of gratitude because those tiny babies gave me so much more than I gave them.

They gave me joy.

Doing something that makes your heart sing is a powerful healing modality.

When heartbreak and sadness rule your world, do whatever it is that brings a smile to your face and lifts the heaviness of your heart.

If you don’t know what that is, then go find it. And don’t stop looking until you do.

Then do it as if your life depends on it.

Because it does.

-Lynda Cheldelin Fell XOXO

Why suffering yields the deepest lessons

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I was asked this morning by a dear friend what the purpose of life is. Why is it some people face more heartache than seems fair?
 
Life unfolds differently for each of us. I believe we are here to learn lessons for our own growth. We don’t learn from the easy stuff, and great challenges often yield the deepest lessons.
 
Why, then, do some people go through life unscathed while others suffer greatly?
 
Sometimes we’re the pupil meant to learn something from our own suffering. Sometimes we’re the teacher imparting wisdom to those who witness our suffering.
 
When faced with great challenges, we have two options. One is to resist the change and stay outside immersed in the storm. Two is to surrender to something we can’t change, and tend to our wound inside. Once the storm has passed and the wound less raw, you can re-enter life using the wisdom you learned.
 
You are the author of your own life story. Every sentence, paragraph, and page from cover to cover. What do you want to write what has yet to be written? You alone get to decide.
 
My answer to the question about the purpose of life is that it’s a glorious and mysterious classroom. Sometimes we’re the pupil and sometimes the teacher.
 
It’s up to each of us what we teach and learn.
 
Lynda Cheldelin Fell XOXO
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Employers don’t know what they don’t know

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Her name was Kristen. As editor of Human Resources Executive magazine, she contacted me for an interview about employee grief two years ago. Her own story is startling and sad, yet I was moved by her courage to publish an article about a big problem.

Her story? She was covering an expo in Vegas when she got a call that changed her world: her husband died from a heart attack. In shock Kristen returned to her hotel, packed her bags, faced a sleepless night, grabbed a morning taxi, sat through security and then a 6-hour flight home in mind-numbing despair.

Because she had used up her FMLA leave caring for her father in hospice earlier that year, Kristen was left with the allotted 3 days of bereavement leave—the national standard.

Three days to plan a funeral. And attend.

Three days to mourn.

Three days to transition from two to one. No longer part of a pair.

Three days before returning to the demands of her job.

Three days.

It just feels wrong. Yet employers don’t know what they don’t know.

But we can help them. Together we can educate and inspire change for a better way.

How? Ask questions. Share experiences. Talk strategies. What kind of bereavement leave does your employer offer? If you don’t know, they probably don’t either.

Thankfully, they’re starting to listen. I just received word that Glen Lord and I will be presenting Managing Grief in the Workplace at a second national conference this year, this one in Salt Lake City.

I know we face tremendous work ahead. But it’s a challenge worth fighting.

Because employees are people. People matter.

You matter.

Together we can make change. And the world is starting to listen.

Lynda Cheldelin Fell

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Why giving is good for the griever

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The other day I was asked why I advocate for the bereaved to give to others as a way to heal. In the midst of autopilot, brain fog, and feeling utterly depleted before even getting out of bed, most have nothing left to give.

So here’s my explanation on why giving is good for the giver.

When one suffers a broken leg, it takes time for the body to heal. The fracture will always be there because once done, it can’t be undone, but strengthening the muscles and tissue around the break will help protect from further damage and promote healing.

Just like physical therapy is to broken bones, giving while grieving is therapy for the broken heart. It releases powerful dopamine and endorphins—a natural high, which are like little happy pills for brain pain. It’s also good for our body by reducing common grief banes—stress, anxiety and insomnia.

Does giving cure grief? No. Losing someone we love causes grief that cannot be undone. It is something we learn to live with moving forward. But we can soothe the rawness and strengthen the areas around the wound—our broken heart—through activities and actions such as giving.

What can you give when you feel empty inside? Give blood. Give a smile. Give a genuine compliment. Give blessing bags to the homeless. Give a car room to merge during rush hour. Give time at a homeless shelter, which serves as a powerful reminder that we’re not alone on the struggle bus. Give a hug.

Winston Churchill once said, “We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give.” In other words, helping others helps our own heart to heal. It truly does.

-Lynda Cheldelin Fell  XOXO

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Giving is good for the giver