at a loss for words

Occasionally that first year after October 2008 I would run into acquaintances who had basically ignored the death of my son. It seemed to be the same routine each time. They would offer up something like, “I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to you when Tim died. I just didn’t know what to say.”

That forced me into the role of offering comfort and absolution to the offending party. “Oh it’s OK. I know it’s hard for people to be around a grieving parent.”

Well, guess what. No, it’s not OK. And yes, it is difficult to be around people who have lost someone they deeply love whether it’s a child, parent, sibling, spouse, or friend. But it’s the correct action to take. Avoidance is never the right answer.

Twice this week I have found myself in conversations about offering condolences. Because often the people who do show up or send cards or call after a death make statements that are not helpful.

“She’s in a better place.”  Really? The place I want her to be is right here by my side.

“It will all work out for the best.”  I can’t even imagine living a life without him so how is that supposed to work out for the best?

“God never gives us more than we can handle.” So if I had been a less strong person, God wouldn’t have let her die? Can I have a do-over? I promise to be weaker.

In his 1981 bestseller When Bad Things Happen to Good People, Rabbi Harold Kushner writes on how ashamed he was of having offered such statements to bereaved people early in his ministry. When Kushner’s son Aaron was 3 years old, the child was diagnosed with progeria. Extremely rare, occurring one in twenty million newborns worldwide, the disease is identified by NIH as “dramatic, rapid aging characterized by baldness, aged-looking skin, a pinched nose, and a small face and jaw relative to head size.”

The average lifespan is early teens and the Mayo Clinic says that death is usually due to heart attack or stroke.

When Kushner went through the heartbreak of his son suffering all of his short life and then dying at fourteen, the Rabbi found himself on the receiving end of empty platitudes such as noted above. And his responses pretty much paralleled the responses I provided.

So what words can we offer in times of tragic circumstances? I am asking my tribe of readers and Facebook friends to share with me words that most comforted you when you faced a tragedy. My guess is that (unless you are very young or extremely fortunate) everyone reading this has lived through at least one heartbreaking experience. Please identify the experience (death of a loved one, a terminal illness, divorce, serious injury or illness, dementia in a loved one, or other) and the words you heard or read that lifted an unbearable burden if only for a day, an hour, or even a few moments.

If you’re not comfortable responding as a comment on this post, you can always email your response privately to me at Norma.Thatcher@LiftedUp.us. Then I’ll share the responses I receive in a future post in the hope of enabling us all to find the right words. I won’t identify you by name, only by the experience and comforting words.

Thank you for sharing not only your response but I’m asking you to share this post with others and/or on your Facebook page.

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NPR article on Rabbi Kushner 30 years later