How Grief Walks With You

I’ve been thinking about this post off and on for a while. Ironically, a co-worker and I started talking about grief the other day and this post popped back into my mind. It’s one that is hard to articulate  because grief is a very complex experience for each person. It really doesn’t matter if you are a working mom or a working dad when you are experiencing the  loss of a loved one. So, here goes….

About 2 weeks following my sister’s death in 2007, I was asked if I was over it and if the void of her loss had subsided. After 2 weeks! At the time, I was mad. Things were foggy. The feeling of loss was fresh. I was grieving.


Stacy and Steph
Me and my sis in the rain, 2004.

When people talk about grief, it’s often discussed like it’s something you get over, like the flu. Take two aspirin, get some rest and you’ll feel better soon.  It’s not that simple.

What I realized is the people that give  that kind of advice have not suffered loss. That is OK. They just don’t know, I mean really know.

It’s been almost 4 years since I became part of the Grief Club. While I still  experience difficult times missing my sister, I have a more peaceful understanding of  grief and how I’ve learned to live with loss. To me, that’s really what happens. You learn to live differently than you were living prior. I’m still learning.

Look down at your thumb. Yep, take a minute to stare at the lines and dents that make up your thumbprint. It’s yours. It’s unique to you. Grief is very much like that thumbprint that belongs only to you and no one else. If you are grieving, only you know how you feel. Only you know how you are managing it. Only you know your pain no matter how long it has been.

When loss is new and fresh, it’s very easy to get caught up in getting over it. We try to get back to normal. I definitely tried. Grief was this thing  I had to fight and get past.

You may have heard or read about the stages of grief and death– anger, denial, bargaining, depression and acceptance. The stages don’t make up a linear progression and they don’t necessarily define each individual’s grief experience. I think of them now as a loose way to put a label on something that is pretty hard to label.

I fought to get over the grief and move on to the next thing that life was throwing my way. I can describe it now as  my fog. I look back at decisions I made personally and projects I completed at work in utter amazement. I was on auto pilot and flying in foggy skies. Yet I managed to make it through. Maybe those stages should include a survival mode.

As I sat with my friend at work talking about grief the other day, she told me about her husband who lost a brother and how he describes his grief as a badge he wears. It’s part of him. It’s his unique thumbprint.

I thought that was so inspiring because, much like him, when  my foggy skies turned back to sunshine, I realized that grief was not an enemy to beat or get over. What became clear is that eventually the grief  some of us choose to fight in the beginning becomes the grief that walks with us.

She told me how he described  his grief as a badge. I describe mine as something that walks with me. It’s a comfort. It’s peace. It’s mine.

My grief walks with me each and every day. It’s a a part of who I am, who I have become and who I will be as I grow older.

You’ve probably heard the saying “Time heals all wounds.” While I don’t think the wound of losing a loved one ever heals, in time, we learn to live again.

In time and maybe without realizing it, we allow our grief to walk with us. You can find comfort in the fact that it’s there when you think of past memories and smile. You know it’s there beside you on the tougher days when you miss that person and cry.

It can guide us and help us find our way much like our loved ones would do if they were here walking with us today.

Share you story about grief with us. It may help someone else.





5 thoughts on “How Grief Walks With You

  1. Thank you Crystal. I’m so sorry about your Dad. You’re right, it is such a private aspect of life how people greive and grieve differently. It’s so true about not having a choice… it’s what we are faced with and learn to live with over time, if/when we can and at our own pace.


  2. Every one grieves differently; some take a matter of months to get back to normal but for others, it’s years and sometimes never. I still grieve for my dad after 10 years. I miss him dreadfully but we do learn to move on eventually, mainly we have no choice. No one should judge anyone where grief is concerned. It’s a very private aspect of real life.

    CJ xx


  3. thank you so much for this post, I am deeply contemplating just how much grief walks with us through our lives and I am thinking intently on a quote from augustine that reminds me of just how healing those tears can be… “The tears streamed down my face and I let them flow as freely as they would making them a pillow for my heart. On them I rested…” – stopping by from SITS


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