April 21, 2008
What Do We Say?
Thursday of last week, a dear and valued friend’s mother passed away. At first, she notified me of her passing through email with a mention that she would call me shortly.
Just hours prior to hearing this news, I showed up for a meeting with someone I had never met. She wanted to see our latest publication, a series of workbooks: Kids Navigating Life. As I approached her assistant’s desk, her assistant informed me I wouldn’t be meeting with this woman afterall. It would be a tour of the facility instead. Before I was escorted to the tour director, the woman I was to meet with exited her office. She was in obvious distress, tears in her eyes as she apologized to me.
If ever there was a day in which all my soft skills came into play, it was this day. What do I say to a woman I was to meet with who shakes my hand, apologizes with kindness but needing me to move on sooner rather than later? I simply said it was not a problem, and that I was sorry to have disturbed her, and we’d meet another time.
What I discovered as I reflected upon both events that day was how uncomfortable I was in my struggle to find the right words for each. With my friend, I played a tape in my head of what I would say when we spoke and changed it several times. Nothing seemed just right. What could I say that would give her comfort and let her know of my compassion, yet hiding my dis-ease? And, too, I reflected upon my dis-ease when I met up with the woman I was to meet with, an hour later. I wondered if my eyes, words and inflection relayed to her my compassion and not my discomfort.
I kept reminding myself of what a wise woman once told me: “Sue, never tell someone you know how they feel or what they are thinking. Don’t offer easy platitudes. You don’t know what they are feeling and don’t you be so arrogant and so presumptuous to think you do, she said. No two people are the same. No two people process life events the same either.”
As I’ve done since hearing those words, I focused on not patronizing either women with common cliches. I allowed them to talk and simply responded that I was so sorry and told each the truth. That was that I don’t have the words or the wisdom to know what to say or do. Just know that whatever you may need from me right now, I’m willing. Listening, acknowledging their grief and asking for their guidance minimized my dis-ease and maximized their comfort with me.
Although many of us want to spare our friends and strangers their pain, an honorable mission it is to make it go away and to ease grief and dis-ease, grief and grieving has a life of its own. Our role is to offer support and not direct the process to suit our needs.
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