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Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19

Updated: Feb 21, 2022

The first person I know who died of COVID-19, Romy Garcia, used to be part of the publications group I managed in Seattle.

Flowers floating on the water|Grief & Mourning in the Time of COVID-19

Tom, another CH2M HILL friend (see photo below), lost his battle to cancer a month ago, and his widow and young daughters are not able to memorialize him publicly.

And one of my first mentors at CH2M lost her husband to pancreatic cancer, after a brutal last few days trying to give him palliative care, much of the time on her own, during lockdown.

CH2M HILL coworkers|Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19
Tom is in the back row, with his wife Edith to his right

We spend so much time together in the workplace, and we can come to cherish our coworkers and their families.

During this coronavirus pandemic, we cannot gather to honor our fallen friends, and we cannot come together to support friends who have lost loved ones. Instead, memorials take place online and on Facebook. It's just not enough.

After my first son was born at just 24 weeks gestation and spent four months in the NICU, we got to know several families who lost babies. I learned how critical it is to grieve, mourn, and remember, for our own spiritual and personal health. It doesn't matter if the deceased one is a child, a coworker, a parent or sibling, or a friend. You need to find a way to grieve.

Angel in front of a Buddhist temple|Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19

A pro bono client, who happens to be Bishop of the Lutheran Oregon Synod, wrote this beautifully written and useful article about grieving and mourning in the time of COVID-19...designed for people who consider themselves to be spiritual, but not religious (although atheists, agnostics, or believers of any faith will find these tips to be healing). I am republishing it here with her permission.

Let's hope you will not need these tips for coping with grief in the time of COVID-19, but just in case you might, it's here for your use. Please share with anyone you know who might find it useful.

Spiritual but Not Religious? Alternative Memorials for Grief in the time of COVID-19

Written by Bishop Laurie Larson Caesar

My friend Ray died a few weeks ago. I’m still in shock.

We are living in crazy, bewildering, and uncertain times. Thanks to this pandemic, we are grieving en masse, together as a culture: the spring we thought we’d have, the long-term future we each thought we’d be walking into, whatever financial stability we’d had, and the scent and texture of flesh as we hug a friend, a young nephew, a coworker.

Few of us have any experience in this. We are, together and apart, doing something new; we are each bearing the reality of an unstoppable tsunami of illness moving to engulf our cities, our schools, our homes.

We are bearing the weight of this, meanwhile, within the surreal bubble of a physical isolation imposed upon us for the sake of community health. All that is grief enough... exhausting, debilitating, confusing, and sometimes quietly terrifying.

And the truth is, as we’ve heard from our local epidemiologist, many of us will likely lose a close loved one even if we ourselves survive this pandemic. Or, as the weeks turn to months, we will lose a friend or family member through some other kind of death; cancer and heart disease will continue to have their way with us.

Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19

My friend Ray was only 44 years old. He died unexpectedly, not of COVID-19 but of a heart attack, early on a Sunday morning. He was fun, curious, kind, and full of health and vitality.

For the foreseeable future, his husband, friends, and I will be unable to process our grief in familiar ways...with an immediate funeral with pews packed, songs sung, prayers prayed, led by spiritual elders, friends, and family in a worship space somewhat familiar to us. We will not join in a memorial service with close family in an velvety funeral home or on the concrete patio of a great uncle’s backyard, or grieve through the physical comfort of being in a dark room with relatives at a wake full of singing, whiskey, and story, or mourn at a graveside full of somber remembrances, flowers, earth, and tears.

I’m writing this for any of us who will lose someone in this COVID season. Here are a few tips for grieving at home and online until we can mourn together again, in person.

My father died when I was 42. Daniel, a big, bold lion of a man, was reduced to a thin-voiced skeletal presence in a manner of months. He’d been, at many points in my life, my rock, my coach, my teacher, my encourager, my critic, and my number one fan. I could hardly breathe that spring; something in me had snapped. I am a Lutheran minister, but the Christian funeral and burial held for him was merely one small step in my grief. I needed more.

Fortunately, I could see my own deterioration, and the sisters of St. Gertrude’s Monastery in Cottonwood, Idaho had space in their retreat house to take me in. So I hit the road from Portland, driving for hours through the glorious waterfalls of the Columbia Gorge, the stately dignity of the wheat fields in the high desert, and finally hitting the lonesome fir and pine forests surrounding the Snake River.

Idaho river|Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19

St. Gertrude’s sits like a stone castle erected near what the Nimiipuu, the Nez Perce Tribe, refers to as the center of the universe. Its massive red-domed edifice lies tucked under a hill that overlooks the immensity of the golden Palouse Country to the west and the dusty blues and greens of the rising mountains to the east. The sisters have been praying on that site for over 100 years. Few of them are young anymore.

When they gather, their faces betray roadmaps of wrinkles and their bowed heads a white-haired comfort in their own embodied finitude. Like Benedict, they know death. “Keep death ever before your eyes,” the saint wrote in his rule in 516 CE, an age of infant mortality, short lives, hard labor and numerous diseases.

Benedict knew that holding tight to the reality of our ultimate demise invites us into a deeper treasuring of life, an honoring of the gift of our very being.

Somehow I sensed it...resting in the presence of the sisters’ ancient and gentle prayer was the perfect place for my sorrow. I slept, walked, prayed, cried, read mindless fiction, filled dozens of pages in my journal, and began to find myself again. One of the oblates, a younger, outdoorsy laywoman who ran the retreat center, saw my grief and encouraged me to join her for a spiritual direction session.

Heart-shaped rock in hand|Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19

“Why don’t you take a rock,” she said, when she’d heard nearly an hour of the gristly guts of my heart. “Find the perfect one. It should be heavy enough to bear your truth, sharp enough to hold the complexity of your relationship with your dad, and smooth enough to carry the warmth he offered. Walk up the rise, past the sisters’ cemetery.

Walk until you know you’re alone. Look around. Stand. Sing. Pray out loud to a God who can bear your anger, your confusion, your pain, and your messiness. Dig a hole and bury that rock. Sing or pray some more. Walk down again when you know you’re done. Not before. And you will know.”

I did, I knew, and I was lighter. I could stand up straight for the first time in months. My shoulders eased lower. As I walked down the hill on a rutted old road, I could feel the difference. My lungs held more air.

I’m now a bishop in the Lutheran church, and I should know a thing or two about death, loss, and grief. But, without the encouragement of that wise woman in Idaho, I never would have entered into that space on the hillside.

Really, a rock? A song sent into the wind? Messy, ugly tears over a hole with no marker? All by myself on a hillside next to nowhere?

Yup. I learned some things, that spring. We need gatherings, shared songs, and stories. We also, often, need private rites. These solo sacred acts may seem unfamiliar, strange, silly, even, too bizarre for our evolved, post-enlightenment minds. But, symbols can carry stories and letters can hold loss. And private rites, if full of truth, symbol, and authenticity, can contain pain, rage, fear, and thousands of seeds of healing.

There is no way around loss. Only through.

We’ve all known people who have not been able to fully grieve, whether through a lack of emotional self-awareness, an internalized sense of mourning as “weak” and unnecessary, a loss during childhood with no tools or guides through, a miscarriage or some other death that our culture does not begin to know how to honor, or something else.

I have a relative, for example, who suffered what he would call many “shameful” losses in his young adulthood. Over the years he appeared to manage it all, but decade by decade he grew more and more distant, brittle, judgmental, and remote, even from his children. His handshake seemed to hold all his rage; it was known all over his tiny rural town that he’d crush you with his grip before he let you pour him coffee. Or an older friend who so avoided the pain from her unspoken miscarriage decades ago that when her own daughter suffered a miscarriage of her own, my friend couldn’t bear being present to her own daughter.

Another old friend experienced familial trauma as a young child so foundational that she could hardly be alone with her own thoughts. She continues to surf the surface of friendships, sexual encounters, captivating hobbies, and a carousel of new jobs. She is incredibly fun, gregarious, and interesting, but may never be happy being truly alone with her self. Her energy drains mine.

Mourning angel; Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19

As I learned in the lap of the sisters of Cottonwood, I have the capacity, no the tendency, to just get on with it, too. It’s easier to push down my complicated sadness and live forward, toward the future, in positivity and “hope," avoiding going out into deeper waters. But life, and the teachings of sacred scriptures, have taught me to know better.

When the architecture of our lives has been dismantled, these ancestors say, we often need a guide, a way, a path through the dark and unfamiliar valley of the shadow of death.

With the Divine at my side I will fear no evil. God’s guides and presence, they comfort me. I am never alone. I know all that. But, I must walk the valley. Or get stuck avoiding it. There is no way around.

The novel coronavirus may or may not take someone you love. I pray of course that it does not. But if so, or if these weeks hold other unimaginable loss, here are some ways through. Because we all grieve differently, and each loss is unique, take what is useful and ignore everything else. This is your journey.

Shared Gatherings

  • Create an online memorial service. Gather friends and family through email, Facebook, Instagram, or any other means. Find one especially mature, experienced, and kind spiritual leader or friend to facilitate an online service through Zoom or another platform. Invite a few others to read prayers, poems, or holy texts; sing songs; and offer memories. Suggest that everyone come to the session with a candle. Any service structure can work, but you many want to begin and end with a prayer (or a nod to the Holy) with candle lighting, and wrap up the sharing time in the center with readings, songs, and prayers. End with a moment of silence, then by blowing out the candles together. Shared singing does not work over Zoom, so find a few with good voices to offer solos or invite all to mute and sing along. Time limits on the sharing are helpful. Arrange for a timekeeper just in case. (Take it from a bishop: it’s an absolute disaster when one thoughtless person takes over this sacred time.) Most important: when all are gathered before you on the screen, and before the service begins, take the time to pause, just to take in the faces. Float on their presence with you.

  • Host an online wake. If you’ve never been to an Irish wake, you’ve missed a rich way to grieve; sorrow comes wrapped in laughter, whiskey, hugs, tears, and earthy, unfiltered stories. The benefit? A wake might carry less stigma for the religiously suspicious than a memorial service. Maybe you have both, for different audiences. Invite the group to gather over Zoom, to bring a candle and a beverage of any type, perhaps a prepared toast to the memory of your loved one, and buckle in for an hour or an evening of memories. You will learn more than you can imagine about a person you love.

Private Rites

Rock cairn|Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19
  • Create a shrine. This one may be the easiest, inspired by the many diverse cultures that honor the dead with private shrines. Find an unused corner in your home and gather tiny tokens that represent the life of your loved one. Begin with a framed photo that reveals your lost one’s true essence. It does not need to be framed. Find a photo that invites you to a place of connection and spirit. Place before the photo things like candles, photos, rings, slips of paper with meaningful words to you both, scripture verses, poems, or maybe a stone from a time at the beach. Perhaps you even write a letter to the deceased. Add elements as feels right. Were they artistic? Add a paint brush. A bird lover? A feather. Go from there. Keep the shrine up as long as you like, and don’t feel guilty when it is time to dismantle it. By then, it will have served its purpose.

  • Write a letter to God. Are you angry with God? Confused? Lost and alone? Write a letter to the Divine, and don’t hold back any emotion. God can handle it. Write it on paper, in your own hand, and with a pen you like. Make it as long as necessary. Fold it up. Tight! Find a bowl that can handle the heat. Take both outside and burn the letter. Swear, sing, or pray, as necessary. Release the ashes. Breathe.

  • Find a rock. As my spiritual director at St. Gertrude’s advised, find a rock that can carry the weight and shape of your relationship with your loved one. Smooth relationship? Smooth rock. Complex? Rough rock! Short but intense? Maybe small but interesting! Once you find one (and that may take a time of searching), walk with it. Make sure you walk a meaningful distance; the body needs to grieve. Perhaps you wrap the rock in a poem or scripture written on a sheet of paper, or a piece of cloth. Then, create a ritual as you bury it. Sing. Pray. Read the 23rd Psalm. Talk to your Creator. Breathe.

Labyrinth|Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19
  • Do a walking mediation. Ancient labyrinths like the one in Chartres Cathedral are useful because they invite us to pray with our bodies, and carve out a limited amount of time for the prayer...a sanctuary in time, in other words, to spend in communing with the Source of All That Is. A walking meditation is like this. If you'd like to try a prayerful labyrinth, check out "how to find a labyrinth near me." Perhaps you set one hour, or 30 minutes, for example. The weather does not have to be perfect; just try to avoid a downpour or subzero winds. Walk your local park or the streets of your neighborhood with a mantra (“Into your hands, O God, I release her,” or the name of the person with a few loving words, or a psalm or poem or word). You will find as you go that the words will fit your steps. They may sing in your heart all day.

Scrapbook|Grief and Mourning in the Time of COVID-19
  • Create a book of memories. Are you a collector? A journal-keeper? You may want to create a book as an act of grieving. Gather photos, ticket stubs, or meaningful bits of your life. Add color with crayon or colored pencils. Words for you that evoke moments in time. Or find a journal and devote it to your own writing of memories. Poems. Scripture. You do not have to show this to anyone. It’s a process, not a product. If you’ve created a shrine, keep it there.

All of these ideas are meant to help carry you through. We need one another, now more than ever. Please share your own ideas of best practices for walking through grief in the time of COVID-19.

Bless you!

As the first woman bishop of the Oregon Synod of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, Bishop Laurie Larson Caesar's career has been dedicated to ecumenism, social justice, and radical compassion. Before being elected as bishop, she spent more than 20 years as pastor of Spirit of Grace church, perhaps the only joint Lutheran-Catholic faith community in the world.

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