
I feel like I’m an open person. I try to be honest about who I am and what I value in life. Most people who know me know that my last few years have been colored by my daughter Ally’s illness and death. (If you’ve read my blog at all, you know this, too.) I am absolutely fine with talking about loss, grief, my daughter, and all the emotions I’ve walked through. Still, there is one thing I’d like to address that goes along with being a bereaved parent — people are afraid to lay their troubles on me. For instance, I can be having an ordinary conversation with a friend, and he/she will say, “I feel bad for telling you this. I know this is nothing compared to what you’ve gone through.”
First off, let me say there is no comparison of grief and pain. We all have our own hardships. We all have hurt and sadness. But there is no such thing as a grief competition. I don’t want to be the “Big Winner” because I’ve lost my daughter. I know my loss is a big one, and yet I do not want to be the kind of person who forgets to, or cannot, care for others.
When Ally was sick, immediately after she died, and the months since her celebrations of life (there were two), my family and friends have carried me. I survived the worst of times because of the people in my life. I had loved ones call and text, send cards, and bring food. Friends took me on walks and got me out of the house for bits of time to distract me. Our family came to be with us and to spend time with Ally before she died. And my sister and I went to the Price Chopper parking lot one night and screamed to the Universe. My point — I was never alone in my grief. People listened and cared for me and my entire family.
I am writing this because I do not want my friends to feel alone in their struggles AND I do not want people to shy away from leaning on me. I feel certain that my way through this mess, my way to honor Ally, is to help other people struggling. I never want my friends, family, or heck — even people I don’t know, to feel like they have no one to call when they need support. I am tough, and though I’m grieving myself, it is important to me to help others in the way that they helped my family. I want to show up, listen, maybe advise, but mostly just be present.
One of the saddest things I’ve heard since losing Ally is from another bereaved mom in a Facebook group I’m in. With tears in her eyes, she shared with our group that since losing her child, her friends have abandoned her. They didn’t know what to say, so they dropped out of the picture or stayed away. I can’t even fathom how horrible this must feel for her. This was the exact opposite of what I have experienced, and for that, I’m immensely grateful.
I believe in facing hard things head on, and for me, that means being there for people, even if I am in pain. I lessen my own pain, or at the very least distract myself from pain, by showing up for others. I may not have the right words. But I will listen, hold your hand, take you for a walk, give you a hug. So please, friends, if you need me, give me a ring. Shoot me a text. Drive to my house. You are not alone.
“No matter how many obstacles we face from birth—the outcome of letting loose love and showing up marks humankind— for success wins human equality, discreetly.”
― Kamini Arichandran