I was going to talk about “Guy Talk” because yesterday, while at my son’s baseball game with the hubby, last year’s coach approached us and started a conversation. He asked how our youngest son was doing this year. If he’d ask me that question directly, I would have said, “Oh, he’s doing okay. He’s excited about baseball and wants to try out for the travel team this summer.”
However, my husband replied, “They’re Three and O so far.” Which is apparently what the coach was really asking? Then I realized that there is such a thing as “guy talk” that I’m not completely hip too.
But as I sit here not liking either of those “G” blog ideas, I begin to think that Mother’s Day is around the corner and ….Gifts! I remember one gift that my then 13 year old made me one year. My very own Sock Monkey. Impressive to say the least because he didn't know how to sew and he made it by hand with a pair of his father's sock that wereNah, too corny of an idea. Not that I ever back away from corny ideas, mind you but just wasn’t feeling it.
I’ve certainly been seeing a lot of this lately.
A couple of months ago, a friend of mine lost her prematurely born granddaughter as a result of domestic violence. The baby girl tried to hang on for a month but was not able too.
Then my best friend’s mother, who was diagnosed with colon cancer over a year ago, had a stroke a month ago but was not diagnosed with a stroke immediately. The doctors at the hospital thought it was the cancer and realized too late that she in fact had a stroke but by the time they diagnosed this she was losing her battle for living.
Earlier this week, another friend of mine mother was admitted into the hospital for suspicious pain in her body. Today I learn that she will be moved to hospice care due to cancer in every part of her body. My friend is numbed with grief.
In all of these cases, we all know what’s coming and are powerless to prevent it from happening.
After the loss occurs, there is a grieving period and very little words can be offered.
How does someone help those friends who are grieving?
Constant check in to see how they are doing?
Fix a meal for their family?
Offer to run errands or drag them out of the house?
What do you do to help support a grieving friend or family?