Grief isn’t suppposed to make SENSE …

Grief isn’t suppposed to make SENSE …

A weekend away with some friends of over 20 years. Each of them happily married, feeling whole, contented.

22 months ago, they experienced the initial shock of a close friend joining the widow club. They began to watch me, check in, search their souls & minds for sense, for a way in which they could help & begin to understand. Where’s Wally !!! The daily quest to look closely through the busy buzz of life, to focus on me.

I’ve grown, get lost less … since those early days. What became obvious to me spending a few days with this bunch, was that they each have an a much clearer understanding of what a widow/er deals with, thinks about, is thrown. The deep stuff, that gets overlooked. They too were lost in those early days. We’ve grown together, supported each other.

Our friends & those close who want to help, try to understand … it’s a task we can take on … to help them to learn how it really is.

I know they’ve each worried, ached & feared. They couldn’t step into my shoes … however by walking close to me they have become more prepared to support another person wearing my hat.

To stick around, to question, to embark on the ride took bravery.

To each learn that grief doesn’t need to make sense. It needs open arms, smiles & bravery to seek joy. Ooh & let’s not forget the all important ability to listen & learn.

We teach our non widowed friends so very much, as they help us.

Never forget that.

Michelle ❤

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