The Burden of the Living

After yesterday, I’ve walked around all day, thoughtful, heavy, broken. And I continue to think about how the burden of death remains among the living.  The pain of death is only felt by those who survive.

I used to think that funerals and memorials were ridiculous because why spend time, money, and effort honoring someone who can’t witness it? It was many years before I realized the ceremony was for those who were still suffering. It offered a time to grieve, process, and find closure. A time to reminisce and find support among a community of people united by loss.

Grief can be a divisive and unifying process, depending on how you handle it. Instead of blaming those around me for mishandled moments, I choose unity. I choose to find comfort in the support offered by those around me. I am still angry and confused and devastated, but I don’t have to do it alone.

So as I prepare for the upcoming burial, I am thankful for the opportunity to grieve with other people who loved her. I am thankful for a safe space to remember and relive our wonderful moments. I am thankful to say some of the words I wish I could have shared with her.

Published by Jacqueline Pinchuk

♡ Enjoying life, one story at a time ♡ Wife to a gentle giant. Mama of four. Storyteller by trade ♡ Follow my blog to be a part of the adventure!

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