Friday morning, Molly, my dog of thirteen years, died in my arms. Then I just sat there next to her, drank my coffee, and read about Orlando and guns on the interwebz for an hour. A dissociative episode: shock.
I knew it was coming, her death. In the last few weeks I’ve inhabited that inbetween world of weird: the frantic care, fatigue, constant foreboding, and desire to be strong that being with the terminally ill brings. Down to Molly’s doped up desires to do odd things in the middle of the night, it was flashback to the final weeks of my father’s cancer.
I’ve seen enough death to know how odd it is. One moment a living being is before you, and then they’re a stiff, cold shell that needs to be washed and cleaned up so other people can look on the dead and say “oh they look so peaceful.” And as the dead lie there, appearing to sleep, you do stuff like excuse yourself in the way you would talk to a department store mannequin you bumped into. It’s just off. They’re there, but not.
When I worked for a funeral home, I used to have to walk past Mr. or Mrs. So-and-So everyday to get coffee. I learned grief speak like a sick Monty Python parody: passed on, deceased, shuffled off this mortal coil, gone to meet their maker, joined the bleeding choir invisible.
Truth is, no one remembers those first few days after a death. People in grief are halfway to the other side themselves. Hence all the couched terms and euphemisms. So fragile. The grieving have one foot on the other side. They want to follow the dead into the grave.
It’s not until they realize that life trundles heedlessly on that the depression and anger sets in. How dare people go about their lives as though nothing happened?! Don’t they know what I’ve lost?! Don’t you see I just can’t!?
I had Molly for 13 years. I was checking out her rather plain smooth coat JRT brothers, when this ball of white and ginger fluff tumbled down the stairs. Molly! She Bogarted herself into my heart, like the true independent and stubborn alpha gal she was.
She was my total bestie, excercise partner, fishing cheerleader, vermin killing, begging, spoiled, loving buddy who never let me down once. And this house has never been so empty. The park never so unappealing. The sun never so harsh. My favorite fishing and camping spots…all haunted by the spirit of Molly, unconquerable in death as in life.
I know it’s normal. Malaise and sadness, nausea and emptiness, anger and wroth that would make Achilles blush. All changing places, shuffling, resurfacing. The careless moment in which you call the deceased’s name. Looking for someone who you’ll never again see with mortal eyes.
My advice to folks who know others that are suffering the trauma of grief is “Chill.” Let them have their space. Don’t tell them what to think, believe, or feel. Let them come back to life in their own time, in their own way. Just remind them that you are there. There’s no substitute for being there.
And that’s very much what I tell myself and others who are grieving. Give yourself time to feel the whole mess. Don’t feel as though there is a way you should feel. Own your feelings as they are right now. You may never feel as though the pain will go away, and you may not want it to. And when it does, you will feel guilty. Feel it. Feel all of that. This is life at the marrow of the bone. Recognize it. Name it. Accept it with compassion for yourself, a poor mortal. In time, you’ll be OK with the fact that the pain will dull. But you’re nowhere near that now. Don’t push it. Just be.
It occurs to me that the entire nation has been plunged into a great momento mori yet again. We won’t always be here. But we are here now. Say Yes to all that is good and right to feel and do now. Be mad, be rash, smoke and explode, sell all your clothes… Just remember to hold your loved ones a little dearer, and most importantly, hold onto yourself. I hope, for all of us who are or have or will love and lose (i.e. all of us), that as deep as your pain goes now, that’s as high as your joy will soar…hopefully, again, someday…just not today. Today, just chill. Today, let it be.
In memoriam: Molly, 2003 – 2016
Thank you for teaching me to love all of life even a fraction as much as you did.
-JL
October 5th, 2016 at 5:21 pm
Beautiful and moving.
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October 5th, 2016 at 5:55 pm
Thank you! Always a treat to hear your thoughts.
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August 12th, 2016 at 9:02 pm
My heart broke a little as I was reading this. I am sorry for your loss.
Dogs truly are wonderful companions and I dread the day my own little Oghren has to leave us. Best wishes to you Jessica.
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August 12th, 2016 at 11:09 pm
Well, I recently moved, and with a new home came a new dog. Miss Abigail Road. A border collie. I need to post again, and she’ll definitely make an appearance.
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August 13th, 2016 at 9:23 pm
Excellent. I look forward to it.
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August 13th, 2016 at 9:35 pm
So do I! I haven’t even had time to waste of Facebook until yesterday!
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July 21st, 2016 at 6:12 pm
So sorry to hear about the death of your furry friend! Dogs are amazing! xx
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July 21st, 2016 at 6:23 pm
Thank you.
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July 19th, 2016 at 12:39 am
✌💙
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July 19th, 2016 at 12:18 am
Great post. I’m sorry for the loss of your dear pet. Your piece really spoke to me as I just lost someone dear to me and I have a newborn grandson in a NICU fighting for his life. Thanks.
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July 19th, 2016 at 12:32 am
Oh! I saw your post about your grandson. Love is the power. Love is the answer. Always.
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July 19th, 2016 at 12:33 am
Aw 💛, agree. , 9
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July 18th, 2016 at 4:02 am
Can Cat Lovers offer a Hug too? ~~dru~~
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July 18th, 2016 at 4:10 am
Of course! I’m currently disabled by my very handsome Katlo Ren, Master of the Knights of Fiercesome Fancy.
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June 20th, 2016 at 12:19 pm
Good grief post.
Sorry to read about the loss of your pup. Think you will get another pup?
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June 20th, 2016 at 5:39 pm
Thanks. And definitely. Just not quite yet.
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June 20th, 2016 at 8:26 pm
Understandable. I shan’t tell ya how to grieve but I shall offer a digital hug from a fellow dog lover on the Internet.
*hugs*
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June 20th, 2016 at 8:52 pm
Thank you.
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