23/11/2025
Gabby, The Hospice Heart writes with insight, experience, compassion and openness.
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From my blog āGrief is a dance in uncomfortable shoes.ā
Much like death, grief is not predictable. We do not grieve the same way, it doesnāt happen on queue; there isnāt a rulebook that says: āthis is how you will feel and whenā. My father died 30 years ago and I am only now truly feeling that loss. My sister died less than that, and my heart aches for her daily. Some people cry, some people hold it in, some people wonder why they donāt feel a thing, and some wonder when the tears will stop and the pain will end.
I received a call once, from the husband of a patient I had who had died two years before. Two years to the day to be exact. I asked him how he was doing; he said he has good days and bad days. He talked about the changes in his life since she died; he finally started cooking again, he moved the furniture around, the cat finally sleeps with him now and the plant they grew from seed, that almost died when she got sick is blooming. He said, ālife continuesā. It sounded so forced, as though he felt he was supposed to say it, supposed to go on and move forward. It sounded almost robotic. I donāt think he has moved on, I donāt think he has moved forward. I think he says all the things he thinks everyone wants to hear, but I get the feeling he is stuck in time, back to the day when he lost the love of his life and he canāt seem to get beyond that.
This got me thinking about death and life and life after death; and the difficulty each person has with āmoving on.ā I move on, from one patient to the next; one mother, one father, one sister, one brotherā¦ and so many deaths I canāt even count them any more. But I donāt forget. I too grieve; sometimes I grieve for the patient, sometimes for the people left behind, and sometimes I am reminded of my own personal losses that I have tucked deep inside until I remember again. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I smile, sometimes I am just grateful for the memories and that I can still remember them.
I think that is what grief is, at least for me. It is the reminder of someone we love and had to say goodbye to, the memories we had, and the fact that we will not be able to make any more. If you have read my books or my previous blogs, you have heard me say this before; I have a favorite quote: āMy memories say hello, they ask about you all the timeā. That is what grief is to me. It is missing the person I made so many memories with; from my parents, to my sister, my brother, and to the many friends I have lostā¦ I miss making memories with them. But again, I am so thankful I can remember.
I think moving forward I will continue to live a life of memory making. For my families, at their deepest time of loss, I will encourage them to remember and to move through their grief with whatever emotion comes their way. Some days will bring laughter, some days will bring tears, and some days will bring anger because they are no longer here but hopefully each day we will be reminded of the love we were gifted, the memories we made and the truly beautiful impact they had on our life.
Grief is a dance in uncomfortable shoes; we hear the music, we feel the need to move with it, but sometimes we are clumsy, we lose balance and we fall. And sometimes we glide gracefully, with ease. Just knowā¦ that it is also okay if you stand still for a bit and sway, just donāt stop listening to the music.
xo
Gabby
