I recently sat with a lady who is trying desperately to reconcile the unexpected death of her husband. She nervously fidgeted and took notes on each of the points we discussed on who she should contact now that she was being given his death certificates. I asked her questions about her husband and their life. I wanted to know how long they had been married, how many children and grandchildren they have, what their favorite vacation spots were and what the last thirty-three years has looked like for them. She lit up as she told stories of their wonderful life together.
As we began transitioning back to the other purpose of our time together, preparing her for tackling the business end of the process, her mood and posture noticeably changed. I realized that the reality of her husband’s death was hitting her once again. With tears starting to fall from her beautiful, blue eyes, she looked up at me and said, “I would think your job would be very depressing”.
I handed her a tissue, placed my hand on hers and told her, “I love what I do because I get to meet people like you.” She tried to smile the best she could, but her heart is still so broken. I walked to her car with her and assured her she could call anytime with any questions, even if she just needed to talk.
The timing of this comment was far from coincidental. I was just emerging from one of the worst bouts of seasonal depression I had experienced in a very long time. While depression has been no stranger over my lifetime, this was the worst it has been in years.
Of course, there is sadness associated with working in a mortuary. One would not be wired well for this atmosphere if they did not feel empathy and compassion for the profound losses. It is how we are shaped to comfort others.
The dark cloud that hovered over me this holiday season was due to personal feelings of loss. The realization that my “family” Christmas will never be like the sappy, Christmas movies due to family conflict. The longing for holidays gone by that included loved ones who have been gone for years. The mourning of what I thought my life would have looked like by now.
Life is not perfect. We live in a broken place that is full of heartache and disappointment. If you haven’t already experienced it, your time is coming. Sadly, it is inevitable.
It is how you go through and emerge from these trials that helps to define you. It is the comfort you receive from others that will prepare you to be the one who comforts when called upon. When experienced effectively, pain can result in tremendous growth.
You know what keeps my job from being depressing? Being able to show the families we serve the same compassion that has been shown to me when I have needed it. It doesn’t have to be a grand gesture. In fact, it can be as simple as any of the examples below.
Be Present – This can be face to face or via email. Sometimes an email that states, “I’m thinking of you.” or “I’m praying for you.” can make a huge difference to someone who is hurting.
Encourage Them To Talk About It – This should be on their terms and when they are ready, but let them know you want them to share stories of their loved one or their grief journey.
Touch – Hold their hand or hug them. This should be within your comfort level and theirs so it does not feel forced or awkward.
Don’t Try To Fix Them – This is not something they can “shake off,” “get over” or “move on” from. Allow them to grieve for as long as needed.
Leave the Door Open – Do not put a time limit or expiration date on your support of them. Let them know they can contact you on an ongoing basis as needed.
29 Comments
Neil,
You are correct. It is up to each individual to decide what bright spot or learning experience they can seek in those dark places. The answer may not be readily available, but always reveals itself in perfect timing.
Thank you for trusting me with the families we serve and for encouraging me each time I ask to learn something new. Your support means so much.
XOXO Lori
Karen,
Thank you for taking the time to comment a second time. You are much too kind.
I love being able to make connections, as you and I have. Nobody can ever have too many friends. I am happy to count you among mine.
Love,
Lori
Lori, you have such a compassionate heart and soul!! First of all, thank you for not being afraid to talk about your personal problem with depression. Not an easy subject to talk about! Secondly, dealing with grief is so overwhelming and having someone who truly cares about your life with that person and what that person was like, brings joy and comfort! I lost my 19 year old son (as you well know) to prescription pills overdose and family members change the subject when Jarrod’s name is mentioned by ME!!! Little do they know, I want his name mentioned!! SO, thank you for expressing your love and devotion to so many who grieve! Couldn’t think of a more beautiful woman for this job!!!
Jodi,
I am still amazed at the way we were placed in each other’s paths, seemingly by mistake, but we know better…..
With all of the common connections we have discovered and your wonderful heart, I know we are destined to be friends for years to come.
I think people get so nervous they are going to say the wrong thing that they try to avoid the topic all together. “Maybe she won’t think about him if we don’t talk about him.” People need to be educated to the fact that you still think of Jarrod every day and if you bring him up, then you WANT to talk about him! You know I will listen to stories about him any time.
Looking forward to helping out with Overtaken in 2014!
Thank you for the sweet compliment too…
XOXOXO Lori
Lori….Thanks for sharing part of your own personal journey…..I too have battled depression in my life…..your words were very accurate when you said, “We live in a broken place that is full of heartache and disappointment”…..this is true…..Mark
Mark,
I know 2013 had to be the hardest year of your life. I am so sorry for the devastating loss, highs and lows the year brought for you. I know God has great plans for you in 2014. On top of that list will be the happiness you so deserve.
Love,
Your Sister……you never had and never wanted……
i believe every event in my life is an opportunity for growth. And, beginning with mind set drives me forward, without quarter.
Tom,
Thank you for your perspective on life events and growth.
You experience trials every other weekend when having to work with me.
Appreciate you putting up with my nonsense…