My work as a hospice counselor often provides me with very intense moments between absolute, tangible, gut wrenching grief to small tears slowly coming down a silent face now wrapped in a look of "long time coming" relief. These moments often challenge me to truly stay centered and non-anxious. After all, how does one maintain a calm demeanor when you are the one crying more than the family you are with? I learned long ago that to establish a sense of calm, I need to just breathe and let the moments around me unfold. This is not to say I am not thinking about what I am experiencing, rather it is to let go the need to intervene in every second of what's going on. I know too many people who feel they have to somehow make everyone else feel better by "doing something." They only make themselves feel better because they perceive they are needed. Let's face it. We all like to be needed, but the question becomes, to what degree? When I am called to a crisis, I tend to ask why. I want to know what I am walking into. It makes sense if you think about it. Yet, what I know to be true is that there are always going to be those moments that cannot be defined or assessed.
Such intense grief soaked moments are often difficult to put words to. These moments cannot be limited just to human language as they can be thickened with feelings, emotions, silence, and everything in between. I can honestly say that being with people in the very epicenter of a crisis simply is an exercise in in the management and availability of my own empathy and compassion for others. This is not easy. My own emotional availability might be concerned about what's genuinely my own life. The real world tends to not want to wait around for me to "feel" like doing what I am trained to do. Yet I plug away at it. Sometimes the most simple of moments is being with someone in silence as they kiss and hug their loved for the last time before being taken into the care of a loving funeral home. It is a beautiful moment, yet the sadness stings for the one who is left to make a new normal for themselves. The Beatles once sang "Life goes on." Life does go on, but life has become redefined by the absence of the one who has died. Perhaps life feels foreign, alien, or strange without the familiarity of the deceased to give comfort, snuggle up with, or say "I love you" one more time.
I can tell you, I have learned more about grief and loss in this past year alone than I have ever known in my lifetime. It has been an intense year for me, and for others. I walk with others who feel the sting of death awaken their pain to cry and weep, to ask the question, "why," to feel cheated out of what was supposed to be, to exist with a nameless hole in the chest, and perhaps to live without any regrets at all other than to hear the voice of their loved one, just one more time. This is grief. Grief is this strange and uncomfortable stranger that enters into our lives without warning, without an invitation, and without the possibility it will leave on its own. Grief takes time to move through. It will always exist somewhere deep within the heart who has experienced it, and it will lessen its grip as time goes on. Yet, like a terribly cold day, grief will bite the exposed feelings only to leave them numb and hurting at the most unexpected moments during an average, ordinary day. Perhaps we are reminded of our loved ones in death by way of actually seeing them or we are reminded of their own experiences being welcomed by celestial beings this world simply cannot see, yet those who are close to leaving this world, truly can.
I cannot begin to tell you how many people share what they experience when their loved one is dying who may have "visions." These may be visions of angels or other worldly beings who somehow beckon them to cross over and be welcomed into the destination they are going to. I was once with a dying man who only had less than hour to live (I didn't know that at the time). After introducing myself to him, he said something really soft to me. I leaned in close to hear him. He said, "Chaplain, do you see them?" I asked him who he saw. He replied, "Angels. They are standing in each corner of this room, and they are asking me to come with them." I asked him how this made him feel. The man said, "I feel welcomed." The look on his face told me he was going to die with the deepest sense of peace he could feel in that living room where his hospital bed now occupied the space his good chair used to reside, where he would sit and yell at the Brewers when they were blowing it again. I have heard many similar stories from both patients and families who often tell me hushed tones of their other worldly experience. I tend not to question these stories any more nor do I possess any sense of skepticism when it comes to actually believing them. Who am I to judge whether a person is "right or wrong" when it comes to what their now deceased loved one experienced. I have seen too many people and experienced too many incidents to convince me that there is indeed a transition point when we do actually leave this world for another. Whether or not we actually get there is another question.
I like to think that we all make it wherever we are going. Did we expect to get there? Is it all we had hoped for? We all have to take that journey on our own someday, yet for now, we are here for others in theirs. We experience the painful release of someone we loved so very much in this world only to hope they are indeed in a place of peace. We hope for them, and we hope for us. Our hope is in the days ahead. Strength and resolve will return. Maybe the hole that no one sees will begin to fill back in ever so slowly. Maybe we will cry less. Maybe we will laugh again. Maybe we will find it easier to tell stories and memories. Maybe our lives will recover from the brutal tailspin of having experienced death without warning. Maybe our lives will be reframed to see the meaning within them. Maybe death opens our eyes to see the sacred around us and be thankful for the moments, the beauty, and the silence given to us.
Such intense grief soaked moments are often difficult to put words to. These moments cannot be limited just to human language as they can be thickened with feelings, emotions, silence, and everything in between. I can honestly say that being with people in the very epicenter of a crisis simply is an exercise in in the management and availability of my own empathy and compassion for others. This is not easy. My own emotional availability might be concerned about what's genuinely my own life. The real world tends to not want to wait around for me to "feel" like doing what I am trained to do. Yet I plug away at it. Sometimes the most simple of moments is being with someone in silence as they kiss and hug their loved for the last time before being taken into the care of a loving funeral home. It is a beautiful moment, yet the sadness stings for the one who is left to make a new normal for themselves. The Beatles once sang "Life goes on." Life does go on, but life has become redefined by the absence of the one who has died. Perhaps life feels foreign, alien, or strange without the familiarity of the deceased to give comfort, snuggle up with, or say "I love you" one more time.
I can tell you, I have learned more about grief and loss in this past year alone than I have ever known in my lifetime. It has been an intense year for me, and for others. I walk with others who feel the sting of death awaken their pain to cry and weep, to ask the question, "why," to feel cheated out of what was supposed to be, to exist with a nameless hole in the chest, and perhaps to live without any regrets at all other than to hear the voice of their loved one, just one more time. This is grief. Grief is this strange and uncomfortable stranger that enters into our lives without warning, without an invitation, and without the possibility it will leave on its own. Grief takes time to move through. It will always exist somewhere deep within the heart who has experienced it, and it will lessen its grip as time goes on. Yet, like a terribly cold day, grief will bite the exposed feelings only to leave them numb and hurting at the most unexpected moments during an average, ordinary day. Perhaps we are reminded of our loved ones in death by way of actually seeing them or we are reminded of their own experiences being welcomed by celestial beings this world simply cannot see, yet those who are close to leaving this world, truly can.
I cannot begin to tell you how many people share what they experience when their loved one is dying who may have "visions." These may be visions of angels or other worldly beings who somehow beckon them to cross over and be welcomed into the destination they are going to. I was once with a dying man who only had less than hour to live (I didn't know that at the time). After introducing myself to him, he said something really soft to me. I leaned in close to hear him. He said, "Chaplain, do you see them?" I asked him who he saw. He replied, "Angels. They are standing in each corner of this room, and they are asking me to come with them." I asked him how this made him feel. The man said, "I feel welcomed." The look on his face told me he was going to die with the deepest sense of peace he could feel in that living room where his hospital bed now occupied the space his good chair used to reside, where he would sit and yell at the Brewers when they were blowing it again. I have heard many similar stories from both patients and families who often tell me hushed tones of their other worldly experience. I tend not to question these stories any more nor do I possess any sense of skepticism when it comes to actually believing them. Who am I to judge whether a person is "right or wrong" when it comes to what their now deceased loved one experienced. I have seen too many people and experienced too many incidents to convince me that there is indeed a transition point when we do actually leave this world for another. Whether or not we actually get there is another question.
I like to think that we all make it wherever we are going. Did we expect to get there? Is it all we had hoped for? We all have to take that journey on our own someday, yet for now, we are here for others in theirs. We experience the painful release of someone we loved so very much in this world only to hope they are indeed in a place of peace. We hope for them, and we hope for us. Our hope is in the days ahead. Strength and resolve will return. Maybe the hole that no one sees will begin to fill back in ever so slowly. Maybe we will cry less. Maybe we will laugh again. Maybe we will find it easier to tell stories and memories. Maybe our lives will recover from the brutal tailspin of having experienced death without warning. Maybe our lives will be reframed to see the meaning within them. Maybe death opens our eyes to see the sacred around us and be thankful for the moments, the beauty, and the silence given to us.