Grief — It’s still not real.

The “not real” phase of grief begins upon learning of the death. The unreality continues through the time of decision-making for burial. The mind moves through plans while at the same time it denys the need for making them. All this is still not real. This cannot be happening to me.

People are here who would not be here, at least not right now. I know it’s real, but it just can’t be! The mind argues with itself in an effort to find some level of sanity. I need to greet these people. I want them to know I appreciate their thoughtfulness. But, oh, I would like so much just to slip out and be alone for a while.

The initial, unreal phase of grief is actually merciful. This is especially so when the death is sudden and unexpected. The full impact of total reality would be a heavy load for the mind, emotions, and body to bear all at once. The early numbness is purposeful.

The people to contact. The planning. The decisions. It is a wonder that I can even think, and sometimes I just seem to go blank. I hope I didn’t leave anyone out of the obituary and that I have all the names spelled right. The necessity to deal with details is also purposeful. It requires the mind to focus, evaluate, and make decisions. And the togetheness of shared planning is meaningful.

Please be patient with yourself in the unreal early portion of your grief as well as throughout the entire grief experience. The sense of unreality, the numbness, and difficulty in focusing are all normal. Having to say goodbye to a loved one challenges our strongest inner resources. The experience of grief is a process and will take time.

Published by Dan

I'm Dan. I grew up a rural farm boy. I know what pigs smell like when they are careless with their hygiene. School principals taught me school principles in meetings with the board of education when I got bored with education. I sang "Jesus loves me" before I knew what it meant. I understand much more now. I will soon be in my ninth decade. I have a special interest in families as they face end of life concerns. My wife and I live near our two mid-life sons and their families. A lively terrier begs at the table and likes to be tucked in at night. I bet you have quite a story of your own.

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