My Friend, I Care
The Grief Experience
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Grief is as foreign to us as death. The experience is forced upon us by life situations that have been beyond our control. We become angry depressed, fearful, anxious. We do not know that all these feelings together represent grief: a normal, natural response to the loss of someone or something.
"My Friend, I Care: The Grief Experience," is a booklet intended for the newly grieving. It addresses the normalness of grieving while offering suggestions for moving forward into living. Agencies often use it as a sympathy card, personalizing the booklet with staff signatures. It offers an expression of caring while at the same time giving support and guidance to a deceased patient's family.
Like its companions, "Gone From My Sight," "The Eleventh Hour," and "A Time To Live," "My Friend, I Care" is written in a simple, direct yet gentle manner.
Don’t tell me that you understand
Don’t tell me that you know.
Don’t tell me that I will survive, how I will surely grow.
Don’t tell me this is just a test,
That I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for this task,
Apart from all the rest.
Don’t come at me with answers
That can only come from me,
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass
That I will soon be free.
Don’t stand in pious judgment
Of the bounds I must untie,
Don’t tell me how to suffer,
And don’t tell me how to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But I need you, I need your love,
Unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand; and let me cry,
And say, “My friend, I care.”
~Joanette Hendel, Bereavement Magazine