(Written in November 2018.)
Grief is intensely personal. You cannot define grief, compare grief, feel another’s grief. Bill Clinton’s “I feel your pain” is bullshit because he cannot do that, cannot feel the pain of loss by another. Grief counseling cannot remove the grief but can help accept it – or confuse it. Finding words to express any emotion is difficult but for grief, impossible.
Death of a loved one creates grief that cannot be removed. I will not again see my Dad, not in heaven or any other place. I will not again see my little sister running down the road to the barn again – she is older now and will not regress, but that very memory, enhanced by my photograph, will remain as my baby sister. She will not see me beyond death but she will have memories that will be me for her and they will be part of the grief – positive elements, I hope. And I will remember my Dad as he was at his best, at his worst, and as just my Dad, but I do grieve.
Grieving over a lost home, as in the fires that burn down forests and houses and towns, is very real and can be shared by empathy, by analogy, but not with the same feelings. The losses are not the same, the reactions to similar losses are not the same, and no one can remove the resulting feelings of loss.
Grief can be softened by time, by interaction with family and friends and counsellors, by artistic expression, but it remains as a kernel of emotion that affects the soul, our core essence.
Anecdotes can identify the sources of grief for me, but they cannot explain it. Stories and novels can evoke feelings that remind me of my own, but they do not explain them.
Group sessions might help me understand the scope of grief but will not remove my sense of loss or my unique reactions and understanding of those feelings.
Grief is frequently mimicked by other emotions, by remembering fondly a friend or relative, or even someone never known but seen or heard. Did I grieve when my friends at work died from cancer at an all-too-young age? Their spouses and families certainly did, but what I felt was sadness and empathy with those family members. On the other hand, did I grieve when a close friend, one of three or four ‘best friends’, passed recently? Yes, deeply; I think of him almost daily as I read and study and contemplate the issues on which we disagreed but nonetheless debated civilly and which each of us
acknowledged as influential.