For When You Wake Up Crying: The Blindside of Grief

I wake up crying. Tears streaming, heart heavy. I lie there for a moment collecting my thoughts, happy that he is already up to make the coffee. I don’t want to have to explain or talk about my grief.

Grief is like a weird friend. She shows up uninvited and usually at the most inconvenient times. She’s that practical joker that hides behind a tree or around a corner and jumps out when you walk by. You jump startled, your heart races as she laughs at your surprise and horror once again. Anger mixed with embarrassment is what I feel after she blindsides me for the umpteenth time.

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Crying Before Coffee

To wake up crying is not the best way to start your day.

In my dream I was at a flea market. No surprise there, huh? Flea markets are my happy place. I stroll from one booth to the next when something catches my eye. I think to call daddy and ask him if he needs it or wants it or even if it’s a good price. And then I remember. I can’t call him. He’s not here anymore.

I walk on through the flea market trying to distract my heart with doodads and iron sculptures and t-shirts.

I can’t hold it in.

Tears come.

Right there in the middle of it all I stand on a dusty road and weep.

And I wake. Weeping.

Grief’s Gift

We meet each other in the hallway at church or the grocery store and exchange pleasantries. You say, “I’ve been thinking about you” and then ask how I’m doing. I almost always say, “Great!” because at that moment I am. Really. And because it never feels like the right time to tell you about how I woke up crying after I had a dream about being at a flea market and remembering that my dad had died. Even typing those words feels hard and awkward.

Our grief stories cannot be told completely. What I mean is that there are not words in our spoken language to express the complexity of what we feel when we lose someone. So often when I share my sadness over a loss with you I’m left feeling silly about what I’ve said or sad that I left so much unsaid.

Typing out these words on this page is my gift to myself and to you, grieving friend.

Every human knows grief. We all know what it feels like to wake up crying, to cry in the shower, or at the mall, or while driving in a car alone after a memory or a song or a scent hits our heart like a sledge hammer. It may be the grief of this year’s loss or from ten years ago. Either way . . .

. . . we almost never see it coming.

I write this to simply say, “Me, too.”

Grief Without Regret

I’m feeling a bit of a “grief hangover” from my dream—heavy heart, vague sadness, slightly puffy red eyes.

But there’s no place in grief for regret. No regret that we love. No regret that we dream and remember. No regret that we grieve.

And yet, grief isn’t a place we live anymore than I live in my dream.

So I write my words and dry my tears and make coffee. I do laundry and take a shower.

I face this day and my life thankful.

  • I am thankful that I have so much to love and so much to lose.
  • I am thankful that there’s so much more to life than loss.
  • I am thankful that my grief has an expiration date because of Jesus.

So let us weep when sadness comes.

And then, let us live.

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8 Responses to For When You Wake Up Crying: The Blindside of Grief

  1. Laura Acuna December 8, 2016 at 10:48 am #

    I will share this, Stacy. My mother and my oldest & best friend died suddenly last year within 3 months of each other. You have described the grief waves perfectly. So grateful we grieve with hope and that He sees us and loves us through it all. xo

    • Stacy Averette December 12, 2016 at 1:13 pm #

      Laura, I’m so sorry to hear of your losses. I wish we could sit face to face and talk about it! Thank you for reading and sharing.

  2. Jerry Hatfield July 7, 2015 at 8:29 am #

    Stacy, with a heavy heart and sadness I read and reflected on the good times I spent with your dad. At about 10 years old he taught me to ski. I was an impatient learner, but during those frustrating days he also taught me, love, patience, and kindness. I am smiling now as I remember his greatness and his gentle ways. I, like you, miss and love him. My life was greatly enriched by his presence. Thanks for writing these wonderful and touching words.

    • Stacy Averette July 7, 2015 at 9:49 am #

      Jerry, thanks for sharing such a sweet memory.

  3. Sarah Chimblo July 6, 2015 at 7:42 pm #

    Stacy, this is beautifully written. My father died last spring and I am still randomly crying and remembering him. Thanks for sharing!

    • Stacy Averette July 6, 2015 at 9:01 pm #

      Sarah, thank you. I pray that your memories of your father comfort you and bring you joy in the midst of your tears.

  4. Gena July 6, 2015 at 10:20 am #

    I am sorry for your puffy red eyes. I really am.
    I am grateful for your precious moments you beautifully share with us. I really am!
    I love to hear how you would thrift and want to call your daddy to check to see if he would want or much less need something. That reflects your heart and respect toward your daddy and that is honorable. I strive to be more like you!
    Love you sweet friend!!

    • Stacy Averette July 6, 2015 at 10:47 am #

      Gena, thank you. I am blessed and thankful to call you “friend”.