Honoring a loved one or just a safe space to be vulnerable?
Some thoughts on collective grief.
As we prepare to celebrate the life of my dear Mother-in-Law, I’m full of all of the expected emotions. I’m deeply sad that she’s no longer with us. I’m anxious about being strong enough to support my kids and husband. I’m at peace with the relationship we had and knowing that she knew what she meant to me.
And I am also curious. Curious about this whole process.
I suppose it’s because this is the first loss where I’ve had little people asking me a lot of questions. Some answers come easily, “What do you do at a memorial?” Others, not so much, “What does it mean to be cremated?”
Aside from any religious aspects of memorializing someone, why do we do it? Why not just be alone with our memories and feelings, or simply share them with the family in our home? Why the public display of emotion?
My theory is there is a collective understanding that it’s ok to be emotional at this time and we’re starved for that understanding. If you go to a designated location, at a certain time, it’s ok to be vulnerable. In fact, if you’re that person who isn’t emotional, an eyebrow or two might be raised.
It’s an impossible game and a symptom of how much work we have to do to normalize vulnerability. Why? Because I’m sure I’m not the only one who can finish the sentence, “That funeral was the first time I saw ____ cry.”
When we relegate outward displays of emotions to times that society has said are “ok”, we miss out on the day to day magic of knowing, supporting and loving each other. I don’t want to just support my dad crying at a funeral, I want to support my dad when he’s feeling down on a random Tuesday.
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Yes, I wrote the children’s book, “It’s OK to Cry” to address this very topic. Growing up an emotional kid, I was told more than once (or a thousand times) to “stop being a cry baby.” Yet, it’s not just about tears.
Being our messy, imperfect, authentic selves helps create a space where others feel safe to be themselves, too. Your vulnerability can be a gift to others. How badass is that? - Brittin Oakman
It’s about a safe space to explore all of our emotions. Since most of us can only name 3-5, I look to Brene Brown’s List of Emotions from her book, Atlas of the Heart to dig a little deeper.
I envision a world where we don’t have to wait for a loved one to pass to get together and explore our hardest, deepest feelings. Where we focus on learning how to be empathetic as much as we focus on learning how to use AI. (Way more, who am I kidding?)
For now, I’ll go gather with my loved ones to mourn, celebrate and honor a remarkable woman. Because of who she was, I will laugh and cry with equal measure and both will be ok.
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5 个月As someone married to a therapist this is so well said. We in the west are a logic, data-driven, individualistic society - the left brain. Emotion, art, creativity, collectivism - the right brain - is often discounted as being less important. So much is missed out on when this happens as we are meant to live in balance. May you have a wonderful, joyous release of celebrating your amazing MIL, and may the time draw your community closer together in shedding the armor and braving authenticity and vulnerability for the long term.
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5 个月I’m sorry for your loss Jen. Sending you and your family positive thoughts.
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5 个月Hi Jen, my wife died of cancer 6 months ago. Grief was gradual as she suffered during the final months of 2023. Now, looking back, her life has come into perspective. I feel the sense of loss more now as I reflect on all the things she did so well--cooking, decorating, entertaining, gardening, teaching, helping others, and putting up with me. Grief has turned into gratitude for this woman who entering my life 52 years ago and rescued me from being a Catholic priest to a grateful husband and father. Perhaps the greater the love the greater the grief.