Care and Feeding of a Grieving Person
Mr. Downing has it down. After losing my grandmother on Monday night, Mr. Downing offered to stay home with me on Tuesday. But I felt like being alone and said as much. He was skeptical but went to work, knowing he was only 10 minutes away if I needed him.
By around 3:00 I was pretty down in my hole and knew I needed something but couldn't find the words. So I texted him, telling him I needed to be cared for but didn't know what I needed beyond that.
So he left work early, went to the store and came home armed with brie, prosciutto, melon, mozzarella, basil, bread, ice cream, and pastries. He put together a perfect plate of easy to eat nibbles and made sure I ate enough.
Then he put on easy to consume television (that new Star Trek spoof) and wrapped me up in a blanket. When it was over he brushed my hair and tucked me into bed.
Grief is weird. It's different for everyone and when you're faced with someone's grief it's often impossible to know what to do. It's a very helpless place to be, watching someone you love hurt.
I can't really explain how wonderful it is to be so known. Because I wasn't able to articulate what I needed, yet he did know just what to do. He was waiting for me to be open to it. I was able to get a nice long night of sleep and was able to go to work today. Because of him.
Thank you, Mr. Downing. @mrdowning.