“Have you dealt with your grief yet?”

Once again, a couple of months ago, I enquired about the possibility of fostering a child. This time I had a preliminary phone interview with the organisation. He asked me the questions you’d expect about health, living situation, capacity to provide, and so on, and then very matter-of-fact he asked, “Have you dealt with your grief yet?”

Whoa! Apart from it being immediately obvious I couldn’t answer “yes”, suddenly there was a whole world there. For the first time, I saw that every human being experiences grief, and that what I sometimes thought of as sadness could better be thought of as grief. After he elaborated that a child being fostered is experiencing grief (hence they need to know a foster carer has taken, or is taking care of their own grief), my heart turned over thinking of a child grieving and away from home with strangers.

I don’t remember anything he said after that, and when I hung up it was clear I wouldn’t be fostering a child at this time and that the purpose of the call was for me to hear that question.

I shared it with a couple of people, and realised by telling it I was saying I wanted to be able to answer yes.  Then I kind of filed it, not away, near the surface somewhere, close by so it could work on me.

That was a few months ago as I say, and then at Easter two weeks ago I had a breakthrough. I’d been sick with a virus and I started thinking about my life and the past and feeling disempowered and sad. I was in a pit for a day or so and then something happened over the course of a few hours. I thought of the question the man asked and looked anew and for the first time I was willing to face something that I and others had been involved in – nothing major, nothing sinister, just something terribly run-of-the-mill – and see without drama where my responsibility began and ended. I’ve looked at this many times before and haven’t been willing to see the full thing, for reasons that don’t matter.

As the weekend continued, the flame grew, and so did the freedom and its implications. Now everything’s different. The thing that’s been there for decades for me – call it The Thing, The Blob –  is not there any more. It’s gone and I understand it’s gone for good.

A former teacher of mine, Jack, who now lives in New York wrote a post about intention on LinkedIn this week.  It occurred to me that intention made the difference for me in this situation. When the man asked the question, I formed an intention. Even though I didn’t fully articulate it, nevertheless it was there: the intention to deal with my grief. And without doing anything, except letting the question exist, the intention was fulfilled. As Jack says in his post, 

“A person not looking for buried treasure won’t think to dig for it.”

I’m grateful to have had the conversation with the man from the foster care agency. He gave me something of great value, and I hope this post gives you something of great value too.

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10 thoughts on ““Have you dealt with your grief yet?”

  1. I’m so happy that you were able to release your grief. Incredible the chain of events from one question!
    I had a similar experience at my first and only Vipassana camp. Something came up that I’d always buried and I finally grieved over it. I acknowledged it, saw it for what it was and for the first time in my life I grieved. Tears flowed and flowed, but afterwards the pain was gone, it’s never returned, truthfully.

    Off topic, have you considered being a Big Sister to a child? I joined Big Brother Big Sister and it an amazing experience.

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    • Thanks, Mrs Zen. You’re lovely. So glad you experienced that release at the Vipassana retreat. All that pain of sitting was worthwhile :)

      I have considered BS a few times and have contacted them and for some reason never received an answer. I may give it another go. xx

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  2. “and see…where my responsibility began and ended”

    That opens up something for me, Narelle, and I’m grateful. For yeas I’ve been taking on identifying my responsibiltiy in matters…and it did not occur to me until I read your post that my responsibility has an end as well. There is a border, a boundary. There are certain things for which I am not responsible.

    On the other side of a multi-year journey to take on responsibility, this is revolutionary.

    Thank you.

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  3. Narelle, this a profound, insightful, and honest post. Thank you for the reminder and challenge. In some ways it seems we are always dealing with our grief – even when we don’t!

    God’s peace be with you,
    Mike+

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    • Thanks, Mike. And with you x

      I’ve been thinking again about the man’s question since Easter. It was startling, and the only psychological type question in the 30-minute interview. When he asked it, it was like seeing a glimpse of something like “original loss” (philosophers would say “always already loss”), an experience of loss of perfect union or wholeness or oneness with which we are all born into the world.

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  4. I thought I had dealt with my grief, but after reading this simple statement, a coincidence followed almost immediately, leading me to discover my real grief , locked away in the dark recesses of my mind. I hadn’t known how deep my sadness had been buried since childhood, but yes, there was my grief, recognised now with a startling revelation. I felt my heart was breaking, was this how it was then? I don’t remember, but maybe now, real healing can begin. Thank you so much, God Bless.

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