Another beautiful being has died.
So many others have died this year, needlessly, alone, untouched.
The grief is palpable, interrupted and calls to unexamined grief.
The things I should have said.
The things I could have done.
The people that are still alive whose stories I don’t know anymore.
I know I’m not alone in this. Neither are you.
I guess I just wish there was a bit more connection. A bit more community around grief.
Because every day something dies.
Every single day.
The ghost ships of our lives sail away, never to be boarded and never to be seen again.
Every single day.
An Offering without a Plan
I want to bring our stories of grief together. I have heard so many people share their sadness, their anger, their unkempt hair, and their guilt about moments of joy.
We all grieve something. Sometimes for a lifetime.
After my mom was killed in a car accident a few years ago, I started to have this idea in my head about creating a place or a book or something that brought all of our stories together.
Because sometimes witnessing is what we need and crave.
Because sometimes just saying something out loud makes it lighter.
Because sometimes knowing you’re not the first (nor the last) to feel something makes it all a bit easier. Not easy, but easier.
So, I’d like to collect stories of grief. As much as you’d like to share. With your name or without.
Stories of humans, animals, relationships, dreams, or whatever you grieve.
I am not here to tell you what is okay to drive and what is not.
I am not here to judge or critique.
I don’t think there is a right way to grieve.
Where is this going?
I have no idea. It’s just poking at me and pushing at me and maybe it’s a book or a movement or something else.
At this point, I think it will end up being a website where we can come together and say what we need to say. Read what others have written. Share what may have helped us, without telling others there is a right way to do this.
I’ve been holding this idea for a while, but this morning it said to me: You don’t need to have a plan. Just offer it anyway. Nothing is perfect.
You can add things to the comments below. Or Facebook message me. Or contact me on my website.
Or this Google Form: https://forms.gle/pN9QQtsaQvXMrofE8
Let’s not do this grieving thing alone.
I’m here for you.
I will not try to understand what you’re going through. But I will listen. I will witness. I will hold space.
I will hold your virtual hand.
As we make our way.