Kindness In Grief
--by monabr, posted May 7, 2007
A long time ago, I was a waitress in a pancake house that stayed open til midnight. One evening around 11:30, a couple came in. There was no one else in the restaurant, so I started chatting as I poured the coffee. It turns out that the womans mother was in the hospital and it was only a matter of time before she passed. We talked how hard it was to watch a parent die and how we both hoped that she wouldn't be in pain for too much longer.
She asked if the restaurant would be open the following evening and I assured her that it would and I would be waiting for them with a hot pot of coffee. For 5 more evenings, they retured. I wouldn't let the cook turn off the grill until they showed up. He wasn't happy about it, but after I told him the situation, he relented. I would lock the doors at closing time and just let them relax in peace.
On the final evening, the couple walked in and announced that her mother had passed. We cried together and I listened to her stories. They thanked me for my kindness and we hugged as they left.
I never saw the couple again, but they will always have a place in my memories. Grief is a personal place. At these times, most people don't need grand gestures, just a cup of coffee, a quiet place and an willing ear.
May you all find such a place when you need it.
and thanks for being you.