This past week I went to a viewing with my fiance. It was a friend of his, a football brother from the first team he played on in college. This friend was young, in his early 30s with young kids. His death was tragic and unexpected. I went to support and be there for my love and try to be strong when he could not.
As he said his goodbyes to this friend and reminisced with other football brothers a wail arose from the mother; there is nothing quite as shattering as the cry of a mother who is preparing to bury her child. As the receiving line continued past her the wailing subsided and amid the tangible grief in the room she laughed.
It was a short burst and if you weren't paying attention you could have missed it. Yet it reminded me there is joy in grief; joy as you go over memories, see friends and family who you have lost contact with, meet those who loved your love one as you did. It also reminded me that not only in grief, but in everything we do we should give into our emotions. This mother went through a spectrum of emotions and will continue to but she is allowing herself to feel.
We get so good in society bottling up our anger, frustrations and even joys. But we are not living out as our intentional selves. I challenge us to allow our self to feel in the moment, allowing nothing to be bottled up.
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