I miss my ordinary grief.
My father died ten years ago and I grow nostalgic for the less complicated days when the only mourning I needed to contend with was his loss, when I could dwell solely on adjusting to the searing pain of his absence.
It was difficult enough back then to try and martial all my energies to bear the weight of that single catastrophic passing and how different everything now was. At least then I could focus and attempt to wrap my mind around the unthinkable attrition. As formidable a task as it was, it at least made sense to grieve such things.
This grieving?
This is something unnatural.
Lately, I find that my heart's attentions are divided now that there is so much to mourn over in each day. The act of simply waking up means witnessing a loud parade of
grief-worthy things:
Another legislative assault.
Another manufactured political crisis.
Another bit of breaking bad news.
Another cellphone-captured fast food restaurant racist rant.
Another fear-fueled, empty Evangelical crusade against already marginalized people.
Another wave of trolls spewing toxic filth from behind anonymous handles.
Another infantile, all-caps former Presidential social media tantrum littered with enmity, lies, and spelling errors.
And with all of these new violations of decency—further confirmation of how broken we are, of the ways in which we are relationally dying, of the cavernous divides that have recently surfaced. We look around and we realize the scale of the collective sickness.
The evidence arrives in the vile posts of strangers, incendiary break room comments at work, overheard cruel comments in the checkout line, increasingly violent family gathering diatribes. It comes as we see people we once felt an easy affinity with become people we now desire distance from.
These hourly notifications announce separation, estrangement, and disconnection between us and those we know and love and live alongside.
We look at our nation and our families and our neighborhoods and it all brings with it grief: not figuratively or metaphorically grief either, but genuine emotional loss at what feels like a death. Each day here starts to feel like another 24-hour funeral.
Our bodies and brains aren’t built for this.
We shouldn't be grieving continually this way, we shouldn't be perpetually lamenting newly appearing fractures, and we shouldn't need to constantly defend ourselves from the wounds inflicted by those entrusted with leading us.
It's all such wasted energy.
We all need time to grieve the normal things: the infinite space created by the people we love who have left this life, the sadness of the world without them, the adjustments we're trying to make.
We need to grieve marriages that have dissolved and children we've lost and diagnoses we've been handed and parents we're now missing.
We need the space to dwell on these personal tragedies because they're more than enough to level us on their own.
This life gives us enough to mourn over without any help. It's a shame we have to divert so much energy to these other unnecessary deaths—to traitorous former Presidents and sham leaders and predatory preachers—and to the myopic sycophants inexplicably worshiping them.
Maybe one day this will be over and we can get back to mourning the regular collateral damage of living and losing, at least we can dream of that day.
I don't want to grieve the condition of my country but I do.
I don't want to lament the families who've abandoned sense but I am.
I don't want to mourn the boundless cruelty of those hungry for power, but I do.
I don't want to be sickened by the silence of my former church friends but I am.
I don’t want to sit vigil for a dying democracy but it often feels like I am.
I want to grieve normal things again.
I think we all do.
Possible to print this one out. Not figured out how. And need to read over & over for validation, etc etc etc. thank you John!!
Always need to read your comments, John. I'm more of a spreadsheet or database kind of guy and marvel at your ability to articulate your thoughts and feelings whereas I can barely name them. I also must be using the word 'marshal' all wrong; you used 'martial' your forces so I learned something new today. Keep up the fight, there are more with you than against you.