This story originally appeared on: A Daughter’s Love
I have a blank condolence card sitting on my desk for well over a week now. I know better than that, this card should have been signed, sealed and delivered long ago. It’s been sitting on my desk, I procrastinated and now I’m sitting here thinking, “Oh shoot! What if I say the wrong thing? What if I stir up painful memories?”
I really should know better than to think of any of the above.
I know how comforting every single card and note received was after my father died. The bond between a girl and her dad is profound and everlasting. The loss of a father can bring about not only feelings of loss and grief, but also a gut wrenching paralyzing fear. Losing my father was devastating. I spent the first few days after my father’s death in a daze. Just speaking and showering were difficult. I remember my phone ringing and people talking, but all I heard was the Charlie Brown teacher on the other end. Just uttering the words, “Thank you” became exhausting. So I stopped answering the phone and relied on my better half to tell people I couldn’t do it.
Death is funny.
As soon as someone dies everyone wants to see and speak to you. For someone who just lost a family member to a long-term illness you can’t help but wonder where all these Chatty Patty’s were throughout the deceased’s pain and suffering. The last five months of my father’s life was spent on hospice, screaming in pain. It was a confusing, horrific time. Visits were welcome and provided much needed comfort for both my father AND his family.
The days and weeks following my father’s death were life changing.
Cards and well wishes sent to the immediate family are extremely comforting for a grieving person. Our family received hundreds of cards, some from people we never met, but knew of us through my Dad. They knew of us as, “Al’s Girls.” Friends of my Dad who knew how my father’s face lit up when he spoke of his family. Cards from men and women who worked for my Dad many years ago, but fondly remember him as being a kind and fair boss, a great man. I vividly remember sitting at my parent’s kitchen table reading every single word, hanging onto every single word.
Slowly as I read through piles of cards, hundreds of them, it seemed overwhelming to think about how so many people cared enough to send along their prayers and well wishes. I went through the cards more than once, they became my lifeline. Just knowing that so many people were thinking of us, trying to comfort us in such a painful time, was what really mattered. And when I take the time to really reflect I realize the value is in the people who genuinely cared and still care, the people who are the beacon of light calling us to shore.
The pain of losing someone can never be compensated. However a few words of sympathy will at least ease the burden of pain off your loved ones who have lost a person of significance.
Below are some suggestions when we are at a loss for what to write in a condolence card.
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