Much of what Jerry had to say resonated with me as I process my own journey. In the beginning, when my sister was diagnosed with cancer and then later died from it, I wanted it all to make sense. I naively believed the trite phrase that "everything happens for a reason." And the more I tried to understand the more I couldn't understand how a loving God would take my sister from us. Nothing really made sense about it until I gave up trying to make sense of it and simply remember and talk about her more. As Annika has grown, we often share stories about Joslin with her. Sometimes Annika does or says something that reminds me of my sister and I explain the bittersweet connection. There is no making sense of it-there is only carrying of it and I would argue, is made lighter in the sharing of it. This is one of the reasons I started this blog in the hopes we could share our sibling grief(and really all grief) together.
For those who have lost a sibling(or more than one) & wish to share their story and connect with those who are in the same boat. By talking about our grief we can support each other together. Please keep all comments kind, supportive and helpful. If you'd like to share your story on this blog, please contact me via email or twitter.
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"It doesn't get easier, you just learn to carry it"
I love podcasts & audiobooks! They allow me to listen & learn while I clean, bike, or usually-crochet. One of my favorite podcasts is "Everything Happens" by Kate Bowler. On a recent episode, she interviewed Jerry Sittser, who lost his mother, wife, & youngest daughter in a car accident 30 years ago. He speaks candidly of his grief journey and how as humans we often try-and fail-at making meaning from terrible things that happen to us. Jerry said that people are looking for answers and that he didn't really come to one until he realized there are no answers. "I've learned it doesn't get easier, I just learned how to carry it." As he raised his three surviving children, he continued fun & silly little traditions with them to honor their mother and her memory-even today to his grandchildren.
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This touched me. I have always thought it was easier for someone who had lost someone, that it was easier if I didn't talk about their loved one. Jess, you have shown me.... I was wrong. Thank you. Aunt Janice
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