Last week, I wrote about the passing of my mother. This week’s post is about grieving and the price we pay for avoiding dealing with our mortality.

On grieving, supporting mourners, and dealing with our mortality

The Shiva Show

In the Jewish tradition, Shiva is a time for grieving, to take care of those that are mourning and pay respects to those that have died. Mourners are supposed to be provided with food, so they don’t have to think about feeding themselves. You’re not supposed to ask mourners how they are doing for the first 30 days because the answer is obvious. Traditionally, one doesn’t initiate conversation with mourners, rather one follows their leads.

Shiva has evolved into something very different, at least for non-religious Jews in the States. These days, the mourners are expected to cater the Shiva so people paying their respects can stuff their faces with bagels, lox, and rugelach (Jewish cookies). It’s more like a cocktail party, really.

I don’t know how many people came up to me and initiated conversations by asking me how I’m liking Austin. My mom just died. The last thing I needed or wanted was to chat about Austin, yet here I was in a situation where I felt like I had to be polite and answer their questions.

What not to say

It’s not that people were coming and asking me how Austin was out of disrespect. People were trying to do what they thought was the right thing to do. They were making conversation because they felt anxious and didn’t know what to say.

Another woman entered the funeral home and started talking about the Olympics. It was the first time seeing her after my mother died.

The limo driver taking us from the funeral home to the cemetery started chatting with my dad about different routes to take and where he was from in Westchester.

Others told me she is in a better place. Really? What do they know that I don’t? She’s not here. That’s where I want her to be. That’s where she’s not. Where she is doesn’t worry me. I’m heartbroken that I don’t get to hear her voice anymore.

Even the Rabbi, as they were pouring dirt onto my mother’s coffin at the cemetery, chose that moment to approach Deb and me to start talking about, you guessed it, Austin. I couldn’t believe it. Deb told him very politely that we wanted to be in silence and he apologized and said this was the hardest part, so he was just trying to distract us.

We don’t need to be distracted from grieving

I’m not speaking for every mourner out there. I don’t want to be distracted. My mother just died. I am grieving, in pain, and experiencing the deepest sadness I have ever felt in my life. I have a hole in my heart because I will never see my mom again. Nothing one says or does will distract me from that or change that fact.

Not everyone asked about Austin or talked about the gold medal count in the winter games. A lot of people came and hugged me and didn’t say anything or told me they were so sorry for my loss, or how they loved my mom, or how they didn’t have words. Those were the kinds of responses that made me feel cared for, seen, joined and understood.

So why are so many people either clueless or terribly uncomfortable in these moments? Why has Shiva gone from being a quiet, respectful practice to a social gathering? These feel like important questions to ask and think about because they have to do with something each and every one of us is going to deal with no matter who we are, death and dying.

Avoiding pain doesn’t make it go away

When we avoid dealing with important feelings and experiences, they don’t just go away. That would be convenient, but it’s not the way it works. The pain simply finds other routes to take so that when it eventually comes to the surface, we aren’t even aware of their origins. A common way that this happens for people is with physical symptoms or concerns.

Repressed emotions turn into headaches, digestive issues, back pain, etc. Another side effect of not dealing with death is that it feels really lonely for the mourners when the people surrounding us are not acknowledging the sadness, pain, and loss.

The denial of death

The denial of death as a modern phenomenon in Western culture ultimately means we are living our lives under an illusion that has a profound impact not only on us but on our children, other species, and our planet.

It’s as though our mortality has been surgically removed from our consciousness so that all of the empathy, reflection, thoughtful analysis and connection that we are capable of as humans have gone out the window.

I am still very much in the heart of grieving my mom. I’m looking at a picture of her now as I type.I feel like her death has opened a portal for me that is related to the portal of living with a chronic health condition where the veil of illusions is lifted.

Reintegrating death and loss into our psyches is necessary for our survival as a species. Conversely, living and acting as though we are immortal and that death only happens to other people is at the heart of the destruction we are responsible for.


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David B. Younger, Ph.D. is a clinical psychologist specializing in working with people with chronic health conditions with a web-based private practice and lives in Austin, Texas with his wife, 13-year-old son, 4-year-old daughter and 6-year-old toy poodle.

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