Tough topic!
I have rules for myself in searching for what to say to a grieving person:
It has to be true, it has to be kind, it has to allow others to define their situation, not seek to sum it up or pass over it. It must not tell the grieving one to “do” anything, predict anything for them, tell them it will pass. And it is not to be used as an opportunity for me to tell of my experiences. “Be here now” with the person as they live a difficult episode. That is my objective.
As a young woman working as a nurses aide in a catholic hospital, the nuns told me a newly bereft person is not going to remember exactly what I say. They are going to remember if I am kind.
I find I do better if I notice if my body has tightened up, if so, I release and relax, exhale and breathe deeply, and be with the feelings I have tightened up in order to deny or fight or whatever. It’s easier to let the experience flow, and the tears if they want to come.
Often body language works better, a hug, a grasp of the hand.
Simple phrases: I’m with you, I will be thinking of you, I am holding you in my heart, I am so sorry…. kind of thing.
A few times I have kept a person company while they died. To pretend it’s not happening isn’t helpful. Again I try to say what is true in the moment.
For my hospice drugged unconscious swimmer friend, in addition to poetry:“You are standing on the threshold of the next great adventure”, “You are facing the great mystery, and I think you are going to find out before I do what comes next! Dive, …. dive”
To the fully conscious woman who said to me “I am afraid”, I said “everything will be alright”. Just my spur of the moment true to my heart comment, because what else is there? It might take us awhile to accept what is happening, but what is happening is all there is! Because she died on the next exhale, I have believed it had meaning for her.
My brother died last spring. How to be “right here, right now” with him was a little more of a challenge. He lived a despicable life, ending up alcoholic in a filthy hovel. He lived his life believing in his superiority, disrespectful to me and all women…. adamant that rape was a woman’s fault and a man’s perogative. More specific details need not be told. I hadn’t talked with him for decades. My sister went to see him and said he was as bad as ever, I took her word for it, and thanked her for her effort.
But death is a sacred passage and I wanted to be sure I would have no regrets about my behavior in this instance.
Hard to be here now with someone in complete denial and trying to be clever and superior! I repeated to him what I had said before: “we have nothing in the past to base a relationship on, but I am willing to share something with you in the present, and I have a few poems to read”. The night nurse held the phone.
I have no idea if these thoughts will be helpful or meaningful to anyone else. It’s just my experience. Not so much what has worked for me as describing how the process has moved through me.
How we grieve, how we offer comfort and compassion or empathy is deeply personal. If I were to sum it up, I would offer this: Be true to your own heart, and kind to yourself and others.
Thanks for the book recommendations.