She has seen a side of my sons that I rarely do. She has seen them since the week after their Dad died. We have had numerous talks on the phone, and yet it was just last week that I was able to embrace her, look into her eyes and say thank you.
Thank you for all you do, not just for my boys, but for all the children you serve each week, which is about 120, all at different ages and all at different stages of dealing with their grief.
Miss Meredith is a grief counselor, part of the Growing Through Grief initiative that supports children. She has done this work for over seven years.
As I shared with her some of my struggles with John and pondered..”It’s so hard to know how much is grief related and how much is normal adolescent behavior”, she looked at me with a wisdom far beyond her years and replied, “What does it matter?”
The behavior is what it is.
That made me think about my boys, about me and about this new normal. It happens for each of us doesn’t it? And not because of death.
Through the process of life we are constantly adapting to changes. Some we welcome and some we don’t. Working through death is a part of life. All of us have to deal with it in some way or another.
My prayer for me and my boys is that we are open, responsive and respectful of the journey. And I am thankful that Miss Meredith is a part of it, for all of us.