Healthcare providers are, by nature, driven by the desire to serve as helpers and caretakers, healers and comforters, empaths and sympathizers. Both on the job and off...
...which is why last week was so hard. There was a death in our family, a call to be present. An appeal for connection and support. An invitation that tested both spirit and belief.
Hundreds of people--family, friends, coworkers, and acquaintances--dropped everything in an effort to gather to "celebrate" (actually, to mourn) the life that had passed. They took time off from work, and made arrangements for childcare, travel, and accomodations. They ordered flowers, and delivered food. They knelt in prayer, or sat in meditation. They embraced one another and wept openly, or they mourned silently. They did all they could.
Navigating grief is difficult, but it isn't the hardest thing we are called to do. When we arrive at the graveside, we are asked to check everything else at the gate...our expectations, our fears, our anger, all the sorrows we hold in our hearts. Disappointment. Shame. Guilt. Blame. We are asked to come with open arms and caring hearts.
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