- There are no rules. Period.
- I will grieve my way. Not your way. My way may not make sense to you, but it doesn’t make sense to me either.
- The grief timeline is long. If I begin to move on in two months, something is wrong. If I begin to move on in two years, be impressed.
- Hugs are, and always will be, better than words.
- When you ask me how I am, I will always answer politely. The truth is not pretty.
- If I question my faith, do not condemn me. It is normal.
- Yes, I am blessed to have other children. But the pain from losing one is worse than agony.
- Consider me a patient of Grief United General. The first part of my healing begins with a lengthy stay in the ICU. Treat me accordingly.
- Do not try to understand my overwhelming emotions. It will exhaust us both.
- Honor my pain by walking with me, not directing me.
- I am not a victim, I am grieving. Treat my journey with respect and compassion, for your turn will come.
- I know this is more than 10 rules. That’s because grief doesn’t ever make sense.
Reprinted with permission by Lynda Cheldelin Fell. Copyright 2014 Grief Diaries Uncensored. All rights reserved.