My Mom and Dad passed away more than a few years ago, leaving a void in my life that I struggle with every day. I now watch with empathetic sensitivity, as I see loved ones deal with the trial and tribulations of their parents get older, battling health problems, and approaching the twilight of their lives.
I belong to an unfortunate club of people who have suffered deep, personal loss. I know it did not prepare me to help others. One rarely garners expertise in the grieving process. I am not sure how one mentors someone to cope with the finality of loss and the heartache associated with watching the suffering of those we love. The goal is to not give advice — a gentle shoulder, a compassionate gesture or a genuine hug are probably more meaningful than the mere comfort of words. Sometimes, just being there is enough.
I wish I had the power to take away the suffering of those I love, the power to heal a breaking heart, or turn a tear into a smile. The rites of passage finally catch up with each of us. I guess that is what makes us mortal, and very human.
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Beautifully expressed. I lost my parents very early in life and then my husband so I understand what it is to lose someone dear to you. No amount of words can take away that pain but the presence of friends and family certainly helps to go through the trauma.
I will always remember the hug you gave me on a day that I was overwhelmed with grief from the loss of my son. That gesture meant more than any words you could have said…and helped me make it through that very difficult day.