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We Are All Shipwrecked But Not Lost At Sea: A Man's Metaphor For Grief
Aug 27 , 2015
Category: lifestyle

This Too Shall Pass. That was always my late grandmother’s go-to biblical response to everything that caused me pain. Meditating on those words made everything from a break-up to a kidney stone seem manageable.

But,when it comes to tempering gut-wrenching grief, we do not tend to appreciate those well known words of wisdom until long after we truly need it.

So, when faced with tragedy, like the recent senseless deaths of the TV reporter & cameraman in Virginia, what words can truly touch those who deeply loved them?

I don’t claim to have the answer. In fact, I remember interviewing a lady who was trying to raise money so her terminally-ill sister could cross off an item on her bucket list before she died. After the interview, I said “I’m Sorry I Don’t Know what to say” She said, “There are No words”.

She’s right. There are no words for that kind of pain. But I think I came close to finding some..in all places…Facebook.

Someone was trying to console a friend who is also trying to cope with the impending loss of her sister due to cancer. She reposted something she found on the social networking/news website Reddit by member G.Snow:


"...I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes.



My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.


As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.

In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function.



You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.





Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.




Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks. "


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Comments (total comments:3)
Al :

wow.i really don''t know what to say.you simply summed it all up there.that was a powerful blog for sure.

Posted: 8/31/2015 8:25:12 PM
Canadafirstaid :

this blog is getting way to serious and full of grief. will the sun ever shine again? cfa

Posted: 8/28/2015 1:09:45 PM
Rhonda :

well done claudette

Posted: 8/28/2015 10:35:28 AM

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