Amid all of the expressions of grief and loss on Facebook and Twitter
over Carrie Fisher (and Princess Leia) and George Michael and Prince and David Bowie and all of the others who have passed away this
year, I’ve noticed the occasional comment or complaint about the emotion and
energy that so many of us put into openly mourning the loss of prominent public
figures, sports icons, entertainers and even the characters they play. I admit
that I’ve wondered about this myself, even as I’ve cried and felt their loss in
my heart. I mean, we don’t know these individuals. Why do we express such
sadness about their deaths? In many cases, they’ve lived full and privileged
lives. Why would we feel and express such heartache over them as opposed to,
say, the children being killed every day in Syria and other war-torn areas of
the world? I’m no psychologist, but I have a 3-part theory on this. Take it or
leave it:
It’s Something We can Wrap our
Heads Around
It’s often said that as humans, we have a difficult time wrapping our
heads and hearts around the loss of the many, especially the many whom we are
powerless to help. When we think about the deaths of millions of people during
the Holocaust, to use the most devastating example I can think of, we feel
horror and terror and sadness, but it’s a broad sadness. It’s such an immense
tragedy that our hearts protect us. Can you imagine how incapacitated we would
be if we felt keenly the death of each person lost? The grief would be overwhelming.
The same thing happens to us with the loss of the many – men,
women and children – in today’s war zones. We feel rage and horror and grief
about their pain and death… and it’s a broad anger. It’s a broad type of
mourning. Now instead, think about the small boy sitting alone in the ambulance
after his home was bombed to rubble. Think about the man walking down the
street carrying his dead child in his arms. Think about the woman grieving and
aching at the hospital because she has just lost all of her children in an air
raid. Think about the little boy who drowned when his refugee boat sank. You can feel their loss keenly. You can feel sharp anger and grief about their
circumstances. We are built to relate to other individuals. It’s not a moral
challenge or a character issue. It’s just the way our minds work.
It’s Safe
If you have lost someone very close to you, then you know that openly,
publicly grieving is the last thing on your mind when that person first passes
away. It’s one thing to speak at a funeral or to write an obituary, because
those are proscribed tasks, things we are expected to do, checklist items that
are anticipated and that have a purpose and for which we follow an expected
format (for the most part). These are not open, emotion-driven expressions of
grief. Quite the opposite. They are things we do that are expected of us and
that almost help us wade through the shock and deep grief by giving us a safe
outlet and a task list to follow… almost like a lifeline we climb, rung by
rung, to pull us along through those initial, molasses-like minutes and hours
and days.
If you’ve lost someone very close to you, you know that your true
mourning is primarily internal, at least for a while, and that the last thing
on your mind – usually – is to openly grieve on Facebook. Not deeply. Not
fully. In pieces and in short statements, sure, but not fully and openly. Not
for a while, at least.
Ironically, our open sadness and expressions of heartache over these
icons actually reinforces (I believe) that while they mean a lot to us, they
are not the people we love most. It’s our ability to shout out to the world how
sad we are that subtly also shows that our love is one that comes from a
distance.
It’s the Loss not just of the Person
but of their Impact
I believe that we also mourn these icons so deeply because of what they
represent to us – the laughter and entertainment they brought us, the example
and strength we learned from a character they portrayed or from the individuals
themselves, the music and emotion that was the soundtrack and heartbeat to a
significant time in our lives. When these artists and entertainers and figures
depart, it feels like they take a part of our lives with them, like that part
of us and those memories darken and die a little when these icons die. In some cases,
we grieve because these individuals used their fame and prominence to make a positive
difference – by sharing their own stories and struggles, by fighting for others,
and by giving back to the world through good deeds and donations and adding positive
energy to the Universe – and the world feels like it will be a gloomier and
less giving place without them in it.
All of this being said, I hope that we all can allow each other our
grief and our sadness. We’re all individuals, and we all feel things
differently. If someone you know mourns the loss of an individual they didn’t
know personally, why judge him or her? If a person feels safer openly grieving
for a star versus openly grieving for a close loved one, then at least that
individual has a positive outlet for their sadness. If we are only human and
can more readily process and express anguish over an individual because the
pain of the death of thousands of individuals is too great for our minds to
allow us to comprehend fully, then let us grief for the individual as a proxy and
know that this doesn’t mean we don’t feel deeply for the many who also are dying, often under far more terrible circumstances.
Let people grieve. Let people mourn. And be happy that they - that we - have the capacity to
grieve and ache and want better for the world.
Yeah.
ReplyDeleteI can certainly agree, dear.
I had a severe Ottowek
in Oct 30, 85,
a day that'll live in infamy.
Actually, my girl was D.O.A. at 17;
I was in a coma at 15 for almost a month and, believe-it-or-not, I actually saw Seventh-Heaven from far away...
yet, God didnt allow this sinfull
mortal entry UNTIL i had saved
a number of souls which is my first
priorty on this
fast declining earth.
Withe nuke war about to happen,
just give it time...
we all gottsta go in someway, dear
(and N Korea + China + Russia,
we have all the makings of WWIII.
How nice
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