there’s this thing about grief. it’s complicated and painful — in a sharp, stabbing sort of way. at first, it’s like you can’t breathe, you may feel that maybe you just might die too. sometimes there are tears, other times just … nothing.
when you know it’s coming, for example, if the person you love is sick, the idea of losing them is heart-wrenching awfulness, but somewhere in your mind, you might be bracing yourself for the hurt — even if just a little. if you are lucky, you use this time to whisper sweet nothings, hold hands and talk about why your world will never be the same after they’re gone. and when they leave you forever, the pain of loss and being left is suffocating, but maybe there is some small comfort in the fact that your person died knowing how you felt, and that you have been left knowing how they felt about you.
for many of us during the pandemic, losing someone has meant not having time to prepare, to chat and to tie up loose ends. it’s also meant that sadness and grief occurs at a distance — sometimes the goodbyes have to be said virtually, with a healthcare worker holding a device to the ear of a loved one. sometimes there is no goodbye. regardless, those left behind are weighed down by the words they didn’t get to say and the embraces they didn’t get to share — we feel numb, guilty and so, so alone. some of us are a little angry, too, inconsolable and lost.