An Offering of Tears


Today marks one year since my mother passed away. On the cusp of a new day, as the second hand ticked past midnight, she was gone. Her sudden passing from the Coronavirus last April and the subsequent stories of loss I encountered from countless people over these past months are the inspiration behind this space. There were so many experiencing the common movement of grief in wholly uncommon times. 

While grief can be a treacherous road at any given time, the circumstances surrounding us these past twelve months, these 525 thousand 600 minutes, have been anything but ordinary.

Our ability to move through the motions of mourning were fractured. Gathering virtually or not at all. Limited funerals or delayed memorials. 

So many of us said goodbye over the phone or on a screen - if at all. 

So many of us were robbed of those final moments to hold onto the sacredness of the person slipping away.

So many of us suffered under the political squabbling that said our loved ones were "just the elderly or vulnerable."

So many of us who were suffocating under the pressure of adapting to a new rhythm of life that did not afford us space to feel our feelings, to sit in our grief, to just be.

Here we are a year later, still wanting to tell the stories - the stories of our pain, but also the stories of the life and joy and hope we shared with those we lost.

Whether you have lost someone in the past year, or decades ago, know that your stories have a place here. We gather to mourn, to remember, to offer our tears as a collective prayer of lament rooted in the hope of something more to come - a hope in the promise that this is not all there is and we shall see our loved ones again. And for those of us who never got to say goodbye, that we might embrace one another in an eternal hello again one day.

You are not alone, and your grief is not invisible. Let us pray together and remember together. 


  1. Ten years ago today, you left us. Though I have forgiven you, I’m not any less angry with you. I realized that you had suffered a stroke and the EMTs strongly recommended that you go to the hospital, you refused to go and insisted you had nothing wrong with you. I know that you were incapacitated at that time and not capable of making decisions and should have insisted that they take you. That is my burden to bear. The fact that you didn’t trust outsiders because of your 32 years in Law Enforcement, made it even more difficult to convince you to seek treatment. I think about you every day and wonder what you would think about one thing or the other. I hope you are at peace now because your soul was awfully tortured while alive and unfortunately I was ill equipped to help you. Until we meet again, I love you with all my heart.


Post a Comment

Popular Posts