Over the last few months, I’ve made a new friend called Grief. She first showed up when the midwife told me, “I’m sorry, I don’t see a heartbeat anymore.” She quickly barged into my life, inviting herself into every moment of every day. She was an overwhelming, overbearing, suffocating presence. But in time, we learned to set some boundaries. Together, we created space for Grief to live in my life without feeling all-consumed.
Grief is pushy. I have learned that when she knocks on the door, it’s best to just let her in. She has things to say and she’s going to make you listen. Sometimes, we’ll sit together for a while before one of us will say “My, look at the time. I’ve got things to do.” Other times, it’s a quick visit, and I can move on with my day.
I’ve learned a good bit about my friend Grief through the experience of having a miscarriage. We’ve spent a lot of time together, and I’ve gotten to know her well. I hope this helps you get to know her better, too.
1. Grief can become a friend.
Over time, Grief has morphed from feeling like an invader, an attacker, and a bully to feeling more like a friend with a hand resting on my shoulder. She is gently present, palpable and—unexpectedly—comforting. Grief reminds me of the love I felt; that I have something to miss; that my baby was here. Grief comes to visit much less often, now. Some days, she still barges in unexpectedly. Some days, I go calling for her to come over.
2. Grief will teach you.
Grief has taught me that you never really know what others are going through. She has taught me to try to listen better, to be a better friend, to be more empathetic. Grief has emboldened me and demanded space for my feelings when I felt I couldn’t. She’s forced me to learn how to ask for help, how to advocate for myself and not apologize when I have needs. She has made my worldview richer, my love deeper and my appreciation for life stronger.
3. Grief will make you brave.
I never knew my own strength before I met Grief. Through her, I witnessed myself suffer and persevere with a strength I didn’t know I had. I have felt her fully, and I am less scared of her now. I have walked through the fire with her, and she’s shown me that I could do it again if I had to. But we both hope I never do.
4. Grief will bring you together, apart.
Grief has shown me some of her many friends, and through her, we have become friends too. Our relationships with Grief are all different. But, Grief unites us in a way that people who don’t know Grief could not understand. In my marriage, Grief has made it clear she has a relationship with both of us, differently. She has shown us that we can visit her together, but more often than not, she wants to spend time with us alone. She visits us on different days, at different times, and in different ways. Learning to know Grief together, and apart, was challenging.
5. Grief knows when you need her before you do.
Grief knows me in a way that a friend knows me. She remembers the milestones and helps me remember too. She has the hard dates etched in her calendar and I’m sure she won’t forget them. She’s quietly with me, her hand on my shoulder when we see a stroller, a butterfly, a new pregnancy announcement. Sometimes she is there waiting for me before I even realize why.
“Welcome to your third trimester!” my email greeted me this morning. I thought I had unsubscribed from them all, but this one snuck through. An unpleasant reminder of what I already knew: Today should have been a milestone.
I took a moment to let it sink in when I felt her hand on my shoulder. Once you get to know her, Grief can be a really good friend.