This morning, within 30 minutes of each other, I received a text from a friend that a local young man named Luke died of childhood cancer and a call from another friend that my neighbor was having surgery.
I didnโt immediately think about my own Luke, and thank God that it wasnโt him. I wept for Lukeโs parents and brothers. For their permanent emptiness and the courage it will take to grieve.
About my friend, I thought, โthatโs awful, how can I help?โ not, โwhy didnโt she tell me?โ I share this not to brag about how wonderful I am, but rather, to offer two thoughts.
First. Healing is possible and thank you for your help in my own healing journey. Years ago, amid my own grief and its corollary of self-absorption, I would have made my friendsโ tragedy- and it is that- about me. Or, I would have diminished her experience altogether. Saying something (to myself at least) cruel like, โwell, at least they caught it early.โ
Second. A gentle suggestion. If When you are in the same situation- because tragedy finds us all- respond with love and empathy. Offer to help. Some of us believe that among #HurricaneHarvey, #DACA, #HurricaneIrma, the wild fires in the PNW we are in tragedy right now.
Grief was supposed to make me kinder, softer around the edges. It has. Healing is possible. But Itโs one hell of a road. And you must do the work. You have to stay on the mat, as my friend G says. Stay on the mat. Donโt hit the easy button. Iโve learned that deflection and comparison are my easy buttons. Iโve also learned that theyโre thieves. They steal people of their own grief and they rob me of the chance to be kind, to be a friend, to be a Christian, a fellow human.
Healing doesnโt mean โover itโ or forgetting. I will never be over Lโs diagnosis or the collapse of my career, or the betrayal of friendsโฆor whatever events mark my life as before/after.
Healing means using my grief as fuel, instead of as a weapon. Healing means letting things impact me without defining me. Healing means action.
They will know we are Christians by our love. And love is a verb. Love and prayers are awesome and they helped us. They continue to help me. But donโt stop there. Too many of us Christians pray and think thatโs enough. Pray, of course. All the time, for everyone. Pray to be inspired to act.
I donated to St. Baldrickโs in honor of Luke. Some friends and I are rallying to create a schedule to help our friend with housecleaning and meals. I hope you will feel inspired to act as well.