This Grief Journey…
Earlier this year, I very unexpectedly lost my dad. He was my favorite person in the whole world — the most good-natured and delightful human I know. On January 18th at 9:55pm, I woke up to a panicked and hysterical phone call from my step-mom that I will never forget. That night as I laid in bed, I felt like I was ripped open in a million pieces. That first week following his death was an intensity that I’d never experienced, except with labor and the birth of my daughter.
Two months later, when I came home to SF, after the Phoenix trip to handle his affairs and be with my family, I went on a walk with a friend. She said, “Cat, it sounds like your work is going to be to meet the grief.” And so it has been. I’m really good at finding ways to navigate around it — it, the grief— it, like I want to poke at it with a stick. But not get too close. My go-to favorite and strongest habit pattern is to plan. Plan a trip, plan an occupation, plan an event, plan a memorial trip, plan, plan… plan a future! Plan away anything but be present with this moment and this heartbreak.
When COVID shut the world down, my planning muscle had to relax — it was forced to. Nowhere to go, nothing to plan, except to slow down and learn to be with this broken heart. Initially, the grief felt like a potent sting that would become a strong wave taking over my whole body, and leaving room for nothing else. I can’t…
