Alright, let me tell you about this thing I went through recently. It’s about “tj death,” but not in a morbid way, more like a process, you know?
So, I had to deal with this situation where someone close passed away. It was tough, man. But I learned a bunch through it, and I figured I’d share my experience, ’cause why not? Maybe it helps someone else out there.
First off, I just showed up. I mean, I was there, for the family, for whatever they needed. I didn’t know what to do exactly, but just being present felt like the right thing. I helped around, made some food, ran some errands – just basic stuff to make things a bit easier.
Then, I made sure to check in regularly. Not just right after it happened, but weeks, even months later. Grief is a long and winding road, and people process it differently. I’d just call or drop a text, nothing fancy, just a “Hey, how are you holding up?” It’s amazing how much a simple check-in can mean to someone who’s going through a rough time.
- Show up: Be there, physically and emotionally, for the bereaved.
- Check in: Grief is a lifelong process, so keep checking in on them.
- Listen: Sometimes, people just need someone to listen to them.
It was a learning curve, to say the least. I stumbled a few times, said the wrong things, but I tried my best. It hit me that there’s no magic words to make the pain go away, but little things like a hug or just lending an ear can make a difference. I didn’t even have to make it a big deal, I did not even ask them to talk. I just listened.
But the biggest thing I realized is that it’s okay to not be okay. I mean, I was grieving too, in my own way. So, I gave myself permission to feel all the feels – sadness, anger, confusion, the whole shebang. I talked to friends, spent time alone, just did whatever I needed to process it all. I made a plan to “choose, connect, communicate”. I chose what was good for me. I connected to people who can understand me. I communicated my feeling and thoughts to them. It is hard, but it can be done.
This whole experience taught me a lot about life, loss, and everything in between. It’s not easy, but going through it, you come out stronger, I guess. And hey, if sharing my story helps even one person, then it’s worth it, right?
So yeah, that’s my “tj death” story. Not a fun ride, but definitely a journey that changed me.