Tuesday, November 5, 2024

Is All Grief Created Equal?

 

Is All Grief Created Equal?  by Vicky Edgerly 


    Is all grief created equal and what, exactly do I mean by that? Let me explain:

    I am occasionally approached sheepishly by someone in pain who feels that their grief experience is 'not as important, relevant or real' as mine since they did not bury their entire nuclear family as I have.

    They often feel guilty about seeking help from me for their grief, believing that their own pain can't possibly stack up to the type of grief I have experienced after burying two children and a husband.

    While my particular story is a bit more intense than most will ever experience in one lifetime, (you can learn more by visiting my website www.whiteelephantwisdom.com or reading previous blog posts) I can say to you with the authority that lots of personal experience and purposeful study has afforded me that YES! All grief certainly is created equal.

    No grief journey is more or less important, relevant, or meaningful than another.  Some will come with more intense 'symptoms' and some with stronger 'reactions' and feelings from those affected but grief is grief no matter how you slice it up and dole it out.

 

Grief is not an exclusive club...anyone can join!

    At the time of this writing, I am living on the Gulf Coast of Florida, smack dab in the middle of the widespread destruction left behind by not one but TWO back-to-back hurricanes (Helene and Milton 2024)

    I watched my local coastal community lose their homes and businesses to flood waters from the life threatening storm surge Helene brought to our shores one week, then witnessed these same folks endure the massive wind damage that Milton dished out, all while still sifting through what was left of their belongings from the first big hit a mere ten days later.   As you can imagine, I am surrounded by just about any kind of grief you could possibly encounter in a human life cycle.

   Folks lost their lives...so we grieve with those families and survivors as a community. Folks lost their homes, livelihood and businesses....again, we grieve as a community.  Our beautiful beaches are trashed....we grieve for the loss of our places of beauty that always served to bring solace and peace to our souls when we are anxious or restless over what is happening in our lives. And so we grieve...

    If I simply remove the phrase, 'such as the death of a loved one' from NIH National Cancer Institutes definition of GRIEF, then we can clearly see how this word can (and does!) apply to any loss that feels devastating to a person or group of people. Grieving is simply a word describing the process we go through when faced with any type of loss that brings us deep sorrow. 

DEFINITION: The normal response to a major loss, such as the death of a loved one.  It may include feelings of great sadness, anger, guilt, and despair. Physical problems, such as not being able to sleep and changes in appetite, may also be part of grief. (NIH National Cancer Institute)

   I hope you noticed the phrase 'normal response' in the above definition. If there is one big take-away from this article, this is it. All these swirling, confusing and for some, debilitating 'symptoms' and feelings we are having are perfectly normal. Yes folks, there's no mistaking it.  You are experiencing GRIEF!

     Admittedly, I didn't always feel so gracious about other peoples' 'unconventional' grief stories. Nope, I have to own that right now. You see, shortly after my 18 year old son took his own life on Mother's Day in 2002, I was an emotional wreck.  Being my first experience with significant loss, I didn't understand my grief at the time. I hadn't yet learned how it would respond to my own thoughts and beliefs and because of this lack of understanding, it threatened to consume me in those first few months. 

    When some of the initial shock wore off and I tried to re-enter society and my 'normal' life routines, I found I was still too raw.  My emotions were all over the place.  The uncontrollable crying was replaced with frustration, annoyance or even anger with the people around me who were simply going about their own lives like they always did.  Nothing had changed in my outward world but my inner world was still a raging storm of confusing emotion.

    One day while trying to pull my focus together enough to get even minimal tasks and duties done correctly at work, I was distracted by the sound of a co-worker crying over a dog that had died over the weekend that didn't even belong to her or her family.

    It infuriated me that this woman had the nerve to play the, 'I'm too upset over the dogs death to do any work so I'm going to sit here in the break room and cry for a while instead' card while I was just a few yards away trying to hold myself together after putting my beautiful boy in the ground not two weeks prior. 

    Inside I was screaming to the heavens, "The nerve of that woman! Who does she think she is?  Is she that blind that she can't see what a slap in my face her over-dramatic reaction was? It's JUST A DOG for Pete's sake!!!"  Oh yes, it's true.  I thought all those things and more. When I went home that night I vented to my fiancĂ© and added even more colorful adjectives to my highly judgmental tirade. 

    Over time, as I began to learn more about my own grief response and how my mind/thoughts/beliefs


were all shaping my experience, my feelings toward this woman's emotional display began to change.  You see, I've learned that everyone handles stress in their lives differently. Our brains work differently because of individual chemical make up, DNA, and of course family and community conditioning.

    It turns out that this particular woman had difficulty dealing with ANY stressful situation. Because of a challenging childhood with no solid role models in her life, she never learned any basic coping skills so when a controversial event came her way she collapsed into an emotional wreck. 

    How could I not feel compassion for this person in pain having learned the truth of the matter, HER truth. The truth I could not see through my own perception at the time of the event? This really drove home a point for me. The fact that what we BELIEVE controls how we PERCEIVE the world around us. 

    So let's recap because this is important: Grief is grief no matter how it is doled out. If this person, who was living inside a mind that kept repeating discouraging thoughts about the world around her, was genuinely so distraught over the death of that office dog, than who am I to negate her feelings?  What gives me the right to judge her reactions and the level of pain she is experiencing? She simply hasn't discovered the truth yet. She doesn't know she actually has a choice in how she sees, thinks and feels about any situation that pops up in her experience. 

    And now, I walk with a stoic expression through a community leveled by a horrendous storm. The grief is all around me, as sharp and poignant as the smell the piles of debris are starting to give off. I walk through the flooded neighborhoods and feel the despair coming off those who believe their lives have also been ruined, my heart aching for the woman struggling to chase junk pickers away from her beloved belongings that were piled by the street waiting to be taken to the landfill station as if she were protecting the dead body of a loved one from vultures circling overhead.

    Then there is the survivor's guilt. Perhaps this could be material for another article entirely as it is also part of the Grief story here. My home, for example, is a mere 1.5 streets away from the catastrophic flooding that coastal areas experienced. My first reaction was to rejoice that my home was high and dry and I did not experience anything more challenging than a few days without electricity and internet. But how can I possibly rejoice and be happy about my 'good luck' when I am surrounded by those who lost everything? 

    Fortunately, I have been through these types of feelings before so I recognize them. I also know them more intimately than most having studied all the faces of grief for over 20 years now. Even so, the survivors guilt tries to take hold within my mind on this occasion so I gently remind myself that it is not 'wrong' for me to feel grateful for all that I have even though others have so much less.

    There will always be individuals we know or groups of people around the world who struggle with various levels of hardship and turmoil at any given moment in time. This is how we learn and grow as a species....through obstacles and challenges. While I can hold space for those who suffer, and offer what aid I am able, it is not my job to erase their loss or heal their pain. I can have compassion for their journey while still feeling grateful for the things I have in my life. 

    Grief is often messy and can come and go in varying levels of intensity for quite some time after the event itself has passed. My hope for you, if you have experienced great loss from these powerful storms is that you can take a moment now and then to be kind to yourself. Understand that you are experiencing GRIEF and that you have every right to explore these powerful feelings. Don't deny yourself this right. I for one, can say that yes, your grief IS REAL and is just as relevant as mine was all those years ago when my own life was blown to bits by the sudden death of a child.

 I see you all.....I feel you.....I support you in your healing space. Namaste

As always, I welcome your thoughtful comments.

Blessings on your journey to Self-Discovery after loss,
Vicky


Vicky Edgerly is a Reiki Master and Spiritual Teacher who uses the wisdom she’s gained through study & personal experience to assist others in navigating life’s challenges.  As someone who has chosen to grow from her STE’s  (‘Spiritually Transformative Events’ ….a life event that changes one's belief systems and outlook on life), she uses her knowledge and experience to empower others.

Vicky specializes in showing folks the way through the grieving experience by applying metaphysical practices and offers private sessions as a “Grief Journey Guide”.  She has worked closely with The Afterlife Education Foundation from Portland Oregon for several years and was featured in open panel discussions at their annual conferences


For Additional Insights into the Grief Journey: 
Grieving Part 1...The Early Days
Grieving Part 2...When the Party's Over 


More From Vicky:

 www.whiteelephantwisdom.com


info@whiteelephantwisdom.com



Saturday, December 10, 2022

Kids Grieve Too!

 Do you talk about death and grief with your children?

    In my vast experience with death, dying and the resulting grieving process, I have noticed a common thread among just about every family I encounter. They do not include young children in their grieving process. They either go out of their way to 'protect' the little ones in their lives by hiding the truth of it with false smiles and placating sentiments, or they completely ignore the process altogether leaving the child alone with his or her imagination.

    There are many reasons for this behavior and we have convinced ourselves that this is the kindest thing to do, but when is lying to a child ever the best way? 

    We seem to forget that children are 'born knowing'.  When they arrive into this world they come with all the knowledge they'd gained from previous life cycles as well as a strong connection to the other realms and dimensions they existed in before agreeing to drop into our physical world.  It is here, by the average age of 3 years, that they 'forget' all of that Soul knowledge and begin to live from a place of Ego-mind, reacting only to stimuli from the physical world around them.

    How many of you can remember your small children telling wild stories of "when they used to be big like Mommy"  (remembering a past life cycle?) or "Grandpa just told me" (when Grandpa has been dead for years)?  How do you respond to these encounters that our society has dubbed 'the imagings of a child'? Do you immediately try to convince the child these things are only in their imagination? 

    So many of us have done this for so long, generations really, that we have made it a habit to convince our kids that those things are not real, not understanding that we are effectively shutting down our children's natural ability to accept painful circumstances in their lives. 

"When left to their own imagination, children often assign blame to themselves for Mommy being sad all the time."

    How so you may ask? Because children thrive on truth. They can smell a lie a mile away and when a beloved adult in their lives like a parent hides a truth from them, covers it in sweeteners or outright ignores their need to know by saying things like, "This is not for children to worry about now go play" they are left to make up their own minds about the situation, usually by assigning blame to themselves for Mommy being sad or for Daddy being so angry all the time.

Thursday, September 22, 2022

I'll Cry if I Want To!

 

I'll Cry if I want to...and I won't if I don't!

    I, myself am guilty of passing judgement on the bereaved. Yes, you heard that right, I have, in the past, judged how others grieve based on my pre-existing impressions of how a person should behave when faced with losing someone they were close to. I say 'pre-existing impressions' because that is how my mind worked BEFORE I wore the shoes of the griever myself. 

    Between my upbringing ("Stop that crying"  "You're fine" "Never share your weaknesses with others" ) the media, (think movie scenes where folks drop to the floor and wail uncontrollably when the news of a loved one's sudden passing is delivered) and my own cultural and community beliefs ("it's unnatural for a child to die before it's parents",  "It just isn't fair, how can anyone ever recover from losing a child?" and one of my personal favorites, "Suicide is WRONG. It's a sin against God") is it any wonder that people's reaction to sudden and/or traumatic loss can be all over the board?


   

Thursday, April 7, 2022

I AM

 

Original Artwork by Ollie Brewster 
(small graphic contribution by Vicky Edgerly)


I AM

I am granddaughter to the generations that came before me.

I am grandmother to the generations that spring forth from me.

I am PRESENT in all generations….I AM

 

I am  a being of light.

I am a conduit for bringing light to the Earth.

I am kin to the very stars themselves…I AM

 

I am grounded in the physicality of Mother Earth.

Her rivers are my veins, her water is my blood.

I am a planter-of-seeds on earth…I AM

 

I am the caress of a gentle breeze, the blast of an arctic wind.

I am the first wail of a newborn

and the last breath of a dying old woman…IAM

 

I am granddaughter to the generations that came before me.

I am grandmother to the generations that spring forth from me.

I am PRESENT in all generations….I AM

by Vicky Edgerly ~ 2022


About the Above Image

The art you see above, and subsequent writing, resulted from one of my favorite human interactions to date... 

As the story goes, my eldest grandchild, Ollie, had been doing some pretty great artwork of late, and I felt compelled to having them do a custom piece for me. A portrait. 

This wasn't just any portrait.  I wanted Ollie to do a portrait of how THEY saw ME. I left it completely up to them to use whatever medium they wanted and to take as long as they needed.

It didn't take long before I received Ollie's finished portrait along with this interesting note:

"So i sat down to draw your portrait but i'm slightly afraid that it may have turned out to actually be a self portrait by accident"

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

WHAT GRIEF WANTS by Vicky Edgerly



What does my grief want from me anyway?!

I recognized during my very first grief journey that my pain was something of an enigma. Even though I didn’t want it anymore, I also didn't want anyone to try and take it from me.

 I appreciated those close to me who could sit with me and my pain….those who didn’t turn away when I dropped my veil and exposed the true nature of it.  The ugliness that it was.  I appreciated those Souls who could do that…the ones who could do that silently without agendas of their own. The ones who didn’t try to take my pain away from me. Because it was MINE….it was mine alone and no one could take it.  I would learn to resent those who tried. So yes, I guarded my pain like a jealous lover.

 "I know what it wants and I surrender..."

Today, some 20 years later, I still sit alone with my pain but it looks a lot different now.  Like lovers in a longtime relationship, we both have changed a lot along the way.  It’s quieter...we know each other so well after all these years that we can sit with each other in silence.  We can just BE together in the same room without one spoken word…there is no longer a need to name it. I know what it wants of me when it shows up at my door…there is no longer a need to search for reasons….to demand answers.  I know what it wants and I surrender.  I yield to it’s needs…I walk willingly into the familiar embrace.  I allow the pain, dulled by years of experience, tamed by my own stubborn struggle to ‘not let it win’, I allow it to envelope my whole being.  I rest my head upon it’s shoulder as we embrace and I allow the full richness of the penetrating sorrow to enter my being. I ALLOW it…I understand it’s needs. 

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Lizards & COVID-19


Since my 'nature walks' are temporarily confined to my apartment complex because of the changes COVID 19 has brought to us, I am choosing to find adventure in my somewhat limited environment.

Today, I was amused to realize just how much I have been enjoying the little lizards that run around everywhere down here in Florida. I couldn't help but notice how my relationship with them has evolved during our 'quarantine' where dozens of them skip and skitter across my footpath on my daily walk-abouts.


As I was walking this morning I passed one who had lost most of its tail....and I spoke to it words of sympathy. Then, quickly realized that sympathy wasn't needed (or desired) but instead, offered compliments on how beautiful and agile it still was, tail or no tail.


Next I saw the biggest one I've seen to date perched atop the largest rock in that section of landscaping just as pretty as you please and so I said to it, "Well, I see you've made King of the Mountain.....but what makes you so sure you belong up there?" Which, I immediately realized was not needed (or desired) so I added, "but look at how beautiful your markings are and your confidence to stand alone for all to see is inspiring!"

As I rounded a corner a few minutes later I witnessed a large lizard chasing one that was half its size and I couldn't help my first response which was to scold the big bully. "Hey! STOP that and mind your own business" but then my attention turned to the little guy who so gracefully made its hasty exit and changed my thoughts and comments to, "Oh boy look at you go! Isn't it marvelous that you have your big friend there to help push you to be the best you can be!?" because, well, my first-impression comments steeped in bully/victimhood mentality were not needed (or desired).

Friday, February 14, 2020

Grieving Part 6_Valentine's Day for One

Valentine's Day for One

Have you ever felt the weight of being alone on Valentines Day?  (Or New Years Eve or any other holiday that suggests we must celebrate with a spouse or 'special someone') I think any one of us, whether we have lost a spouse through death or simply find ourselves without a partner when this special 'day of love' rolls around, can relate to the inevitable feelings of loneliness that arise within us. It seems to be a universal thing. So, if you are experiencing this because you find yourself unattached at the moment, can you imagine how much more intense it must feel for someone who, let's say, has recently lost their husband, wife or lover through something as 'final' as death?

Broken Hearts and Dead Flowers

Most of us who are grieving the death of that someone we considered to be 'the love of our lives' will certainly feel that loss much more acutely when Valentine's Day dawns.  We most likely have spent a certain amount of time 'dreading' the arrival of the magical day of Love as soon as we realized the calendar had changed to February.  We could see it clearly looming there before us in the not too distant future.  We convinced ourselves that it will be a horrible day for us...that we will most assuredly be sad, lonely and broken-hearted.  That we will spend the day in agony over missing the one we loved so dearly in life who is no longer here to make us feel special.  They won't be bringing us flowers & chocolate...or taking us to a lovely dinner for two or simply doing those silly little gestures of love we found so endearing when they were alive and here with us.