When I started this blog, it was with the intention of reflecting on stories of my nursing career. As time went by, life got really complicated. Gradually, I stopped. I was working through a lot of things mentally and emotionally–things I didn’t want to write about and share with the world. Grief eclipsed my desire to write about every-day, mundane things. Over the past few months, I’ve found myself writing blog posts, but never publishing them. Just the catharsis of writing and exploring my feelings on page, helped me work through some of the problems I’ve been facing. Lately, I’ve been returning to my reasons for starting the blog in the first place. It was meant to be a place of warmth, healing, comfort, compassion….And the more I thought about it, the more I realised…Hey, maybe I was writing about the wrong things! Maybe I SHOULD be writing about the every-day stuff. So, so MANY others out there are walking the same steps I am. Perhaps not the same personal journey, but certainly the same situations. Where I go, others have gone before me. And others will follow me…So, maybe we can help each other down life’s highway by sharing stories and easing each other’s burdens. Or maybe adding joy or a smile to someone’s day with a funny anecdote…Life is meant to be enjoyed, not endured… (Although, I think we could all agree, 2020 deserves a do-over so far. )
This morning, I started my day at work by watching a patient’s heartbeat slip away to nothing on the heart monitor. She was the grandmother of a nurse friend of mine. My friend came out of the room crying, “She’s gone.” What do you say? I’m still numb with grief myself over the unexpected passing of a good friend of mine several weeks ago. I’ve learned that a hug and a listening ear are some of the most valuable gifts we can give to each other. We need to share our grief with each other, friends. This world is a great place with so much to offer. Really, it is! But with it, we pay the price for the love of family and friends when we lose them. The greater the love, the greater the grief. In a way, it’s a tribute to that person you’ve lost, to care enough to grieve their absence. To let the world know that they mattered, and that you will keep their memory alive.
And tonight, as we collectively mourn for one of our greatest basketball athletes of all time, let’s all remember to be there for each other, no matter what we are facing. Everyone goes through good and bad times–let’s be there for each other through thick and thin. Give a fist bump in the good times, and a hug in the bad times. Be that friend that someone out there so desperately needs.
“Good friends help you to find important things when you have lost them…your smile, your hope, and your courage.” —Doe Zantamata