{"id":30190,"date":"2016-08-09T01:00:33","date_gmt":"2016-08-09T05:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=30190"},"modified":"2016-07-30T10:07:55","modified_gmt":"2016-07-30T14:07:55","slug":"qotd-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2016\/08\/09\/qotd-grief\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: Grief"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>I\u2019m told by a friend that there\u2019s a new book out, <em>The Truth about Grief<\/em> by Ruth Davis Konigsberg, that apparently demonstrates how Elisabeth Kubler-Ross made up all that stuff about the \u201cfive stages of grief.\u201d I have no plans to read it. But I\u2019m fully prepared to believe that any hard-and-fast five-point definition of grief is bogus. Admittedly, my data sample set is pretty small but hugely significant; in the last six years I\u2019ve lost my father and my brother out of a family of four people. And, already, it\u2019s clear to me that the geography of grief cannot be so easily mapped.<\/p>\n<p>Obviously there are going to be similarities to the terrain. But just as there are different kinds of happiness \u2014 say, winning the lottery versus having a kid, or beating cancer versus seeing Keith Olbermann booted off of MSNBC \u2013 there are different kinds of sadness, too. And how they play out depends on the context.<\/p>\n<p>In terms of my own internal response, the most glaring continuity between my dad\u2019s death and my brother\u2019s is loneliness. Don\u2019t get me wrong. I\u2019ve got lots of company. I have lots of people who care for me more than I realized. I\u2019m richer in friends and family than I could ever possibly expect or deserve.<\/p>\n<p>But there\u2019s a kind of loneliness that comes with death that cannot be compensated for. Tolstoy\u2019s famous line in <em>Anna Karenina<\/em> was half right. All unhappy families are unhappy in their own way, but so are all happy ones. At least insofar as all families are ultimately unique.<\/p>\n<p>Unique is a misunderstood word. Pedants like to say there\u2019s no such thing as \u201cvery unique.\u201d I don\u2019t think that\u2019s true. For instance, we say that each snowflake is unique. That\u2019s true. No two snowflakes are alike. But that doesn\u2019t mean that pretty much all snowflakes aren\u2019t very similar. But, imagine if you found a snowflake that was ten feet in diameter and hot to the touch, I think it\u2019d be fair to say it was very unique. Meanwhile, each normal snowflake has its own contours, its own one-in-a-billion-trillion characteristics, that will never be found again.<\/p>\n<p>Families are similarly unique. Each has its own cultural contours and configurations. The uniqueness might be hard to discern from the outside and it certainly might seem trivial to the casual observer. Just as one platoon of Marines might look like another to a civilian or one business might seem indistinguishable from the one next door. But, we all know the reality is different. Every meaningful institution has a culture all its own. Every family has its inside jokes, its peculiar way of doing things, its habits and mores developed around a specific shared experience.<\/p>\n<p>One of the things that keeps slugging me in the face is the fact that the cultural memory of our little family has been dealt a terrible blow. Sure, my mom\u2019s around, but sons have a different memory of family life than parents. And Josh\u2019s recall for such things was always not only better than mine, but different than mine as well. I remembered things he\u2019d forgotten and vice versa. In what seems like the blink of an eye, whole volumes of institutional memory have simply vanished. And that is a terribly lonely thought, that no amount of company and condolence can ease or erase.<\/p>\n<p>Jonah Goldberg, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nationalreview.com\/g-file\/386588\/frontlines-jonah-goldberg\" target=\"_blank\">&#8220;From the frontlines&#8221;, <em>National Review<\/em><\/a>, 2011-02-24.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m told by a friend that there\u2019s a new book out, The Truth about Grief by Ruth Davis Konigsberg, that apparently demonstrates how Elisabeth Kubler-Ross made up all that stuff about the \u201cfive stages of grief.\u201d I have no plans to read it. 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