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Good Grief by George Merrill

February 6, 2022 by George R. Merrill

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My wife, Jo, and I had an interview the other morning with a representative from Talbot Hospice. I am still functional. I have most of my wits about me, well, except perhaps when, on that morning, I took out forks to eat our breakfast of soft-boiled eggs. In looking back, I think I was unconsciously edgy about our impending discussion. The choice of forks may have actually been revealing the heart of what we were about that morning. We were all about grief, good grief, but great grief; my fears were keeping my feelings a short distance from myself.

Our decision to consult with hospice arose from an earlier discussion about where I might wish to die. There are practical realities for my spouse if I were to die at home. I eagerly welcomed the consultation . . . or so I thought.

Many years ago, I served as the chaplain to Talbot Hospice. I’d noticed then how people who were terminally ill enlisted hospice only at the eleventh hour. The services would have been appropriate earlier. I remember wondering why people waited so long. I understand the resistance much better now.

It’s all about great grief, little griefs and good grief.

I think there are great griefs, like death and dying. There are little griefs like losing something apparently inconsequential to which we’d become attached. Good grief are all the griefs we ‘ve known and have found ways to acknowledge and embrace.

About ten years ago, I went on a tear to declutter my house – beginning with my closets. I had kept a Harris Tweed sport jacket I bought at a rummage sale in 1960. I loved it. By 1975 I had gained so much weight I couldn’t get into it. Still, all those years it hung in my closet. There was no way I was going to ever slim down enough to wear it. I wasn’t aware at the time how I was behaving. All I thought was ‘Oh, I need to get rid of this, someday,’ and closed the closet door until years later when I launched into another decluttering campaign and took it to a rummage sale. By then I was beginning to feel how much it had meant to me. My behavior was telling me how attached I’d become to something as seemingly inconsequential as an old sport jacket.

I’ve always associated the pain of loss with life’s great griefs, like death, or significant diminishments and traumas of all kinds. Grief comes in all shapes and forms as do the feeling the pain grief engenders. Nobody likes how it feels. In fact, we hate it. We have ways of blocking it, like unwanted robocalls.

However, at the same time in all of us, there is an accumulation of ‘little griefs’ which lie latent, unrealized and never acknowledged. Then the ‘big one’ comes. And at such moments my knee jerk reaction is to suppress it. The ‘big one’ strikes a deep chord, however, which, like a tuning fork sends out powerful vibrations disturbing the tines of those accumulated smaller losses, activating them. The pain gets exacerbated.

I’ve found that there are times when I successfully avoid feeling the pain. I know it’s there reverberating through my heart because I’m afraid to give voice to it because “I’ll lose it.” In cases like that, ‘losing it’ is the best thing that can happen. After experiencing its acute phase, there will continue to aftershocks –– losing it off and on for things as silly as not being able to get the top off a jar of pickles or finding a pencil. After allowing myself to lose it, my heart settles down enough so it can more easily embrace the pain.

As I was mulling over this the other day, I thought of the dust kitties in the difficult-to-access corners of the den that seem to suddenly appear. I may not have consciously noticed the kitties, but they did not just appear; they represented months of gathering dust, like the hundreds of small losses slowly accumulating just outside of my awareness, building up in the corner of my heart.

I was not aware, before I had begun intentionally attending my own grief, of how denying grief over the years had distanced me, not only from myself but from those closest to me. My inability to find ways to access my own interior life had also kept me from being close to others. This is not a call for anyone to become a ‘touchy feely’, but say how important it is to know what’s really going on in the heart.

I’ve noticed a growing intimacy with my wife, children and grandchildren, but also with those people with whom, over the years, I’ve shared cordial but distant relationships. As I learn to grieve more skillfully, I’ve found freedom to speak more easily of my inner life. Some relationships that were cordial become closer.

The visit from the hospice representative was helpful. For me it was more than just an informational visit for which I considered myself fully prepared. The curveball was how I’d grown acutely aware that I was, in a manner of speaking, beginning to acknowledge that the tweed jacket that I knew and loved would never fit me again as it once did, like my life, as I’d once known it, would never be the same and had to be surrendered.

I suspect now that my bringing out forks for our boiled eggs betrayed that while I welcomed the hospice representative at one level, I was really somewhere else, still trying to hold back some of the fears I had of actively entering into the world of escalating diminishments that I would soon have to face.

I am slowly owning up to the fact that this step into my future is scary; by convening the meeting, I’d made a more conscious declaration that I would soon be surrendering the life I knew and in which I had been deeply invested.

Columnist George Merrill is an Episcopal Church priest and pastoral psychotherapist. A writer and photographer, he’s authored two books on spirituality: Reflections: Psychological and Spiritual Images of the Heart and The Bay of the Mother of God: A Yankee Discovers the Chesapeake Bay. He is a native New Yorker, previously directing counseling services in Hartford, Connecticut, and in Baltimore. George’s essays, some award winning, have appeared in regional magazines and are broadcast twice monthly on Delmarva Public Radio.

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  1. Anne Stearns Pardun says

    February 6, 2022 at 12:33 PM

    Bless you for this…it resonates deeply with me as a caregiver for my disabled husband. I struggle with letting go of his former functioning (and the expectations and feelings about that loss) and also with accepting his continued decline. When will we find that moment to further explore and define the what’s next??

  2. jan bohn says

    February 6, 2022 at 3:26 PM

    As always your columns are insightful, speak to that which the rest of us would rather not delve into. Thank you!

  3. Margaret Iovino says

    February 6, 2022 at 3:29 PM

    Amazing article. Huge insights. Very helpful.

  4. Jo Sullivan says

    February 6, 2022 at 3:58 PM

    Thank you for your essays and sharing your journey.

  5. Lin Clineburg says

    February 6, 2022 at 4:12 PM

    In a much abbreviated response to Rev. Merrill’s Spy article I can only say, “Thank You”, for the comfort and wise advice given on life’s thorniest issues . Over the years I have sent many of these articles to my children and grandchildren. Your voice here brings a dignity and acceptance to life’s final chapter. I hope it will help people in similar situations choose hospice care for all the right reasons. Having a place to make a graceful exit to a life well-lived is a gift to yourself and your family .
    God Bless and keep you

  6. Darrell parsons says

    February 6, 2022 at 4:21 PM

    Thank you.

  7. Jayne Bourke says

    February 6, 2022 at 4:51 PM

    Your courage is stunning. It stops me in my tracks, seeing how you confront the very hard stuff, taking it like a lump of clay on a potter’s wheel and nudging it into a work of very personal art. You, sir, are a gift to my life.
    May the coming days give you some respite from the heavy lift of the hospice conversation. ❤️

  8. Juanita Robbins says

    February 6, 2022 at 5:03 PM

    How deeply, insightfully and intimately beautiful.

    Thank you for seeding awareness of the affect of loss, in degrees, at this time in life. I hope all you love, and who love you, are with you for the coming most intimate moments.

    And thank you for how these insights remind us to be richly present in the life of our loves.

  9. Carol Voyles says

    February 6, 2022 at 5:14 PM

    You can count on the love and appreciation of your community. The comfort you have provided is bound to be returned.

  10. Scott Smith says

    February 6, 2022 at 7:45 PM

    Thank you George. And bless you.

  11. Joel Marcus Johnson says

    February 6, 2022 at 9:44 PM

    Love you, George.

  12. Sherry Cormier says

    February 8, 2022 at 8:37 AM

    Wow. As a bereavement specialist and Grief author this is one of the most insightful articles I’ve read. Thank you so much for sharing your wisdom and your heart. I wish you peace.

  13. Lyn Banghart says

    February 8, 2022 at 9:19 AM

    I went through so many emotions reading this. Fear and grief, two emotions that I don’t want to feel. But need to face. Thank you, George, so much for writing what you are experiencing and feeling. It will be helpful to so many people as we face death, the “final frontier”…. I send my love to you, and am sorry that we did not get to know each other better. I hope you can feel that love.
    Lyn

  14. Sharon Lister says

    February 8, 2022 at 9:20 AM

    George, Jay and I have loved and honored you for many, many years. You were kind enough to counsel us many years ago and this year, with your help, we will be celebrating our 45th wedding anniversary! As we read your column, we continue to digest and treasure your wisdom. Thank you so much for sharing your journey with us. You continue to plant seeds as you share. We send our love and prayers to you. May you be surrounded with God’s peace.

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