Aside from the squeaky wheel and the tall, blue barriers that obstruct the view, the hospital bed looks normal. Four men in yellow and navy uniform roll it down the hallway silently. It wouldn’t be noticeable if it hadn’t been the fourth time that month.
The next morning, no one turned on the hallway lights. The nurses were quieter. We parents who usually checked in on how the night went had all retreated into our rooms. No matter- we had no words to say. We knew that the winter and extra illnesses would bring this risk, but knowing it was coming didn’t make it better.
That made eight. Eight children had died within 30 days. Four on my floor. I knew two of them.
Needing a break, I flipped open my trusty PC and scrolled to Facebook. The next 27 posts read like the book of Lamentations. I desperately tried to decipher what had happened.
“I’m devastated. I can’t stop crying.”
“If only the doctor had been better!”
“It won’t be the same now. That’s it. I’m done.”
“Nooo! Why? Why did he have to die?!
McDreamy had died. The beloved Grey’s Anatomy character Derek Shepherd had been killed in a dramatic episode.
I stared, numb and blank. In my trauma, it was hard to separate the very real emotions over a fictional character from the EXACT SAME comments said in the hallway.
Fictional deaths are supposed to render us emotional and blubbering. It helps us deal with the sting of the inevitable. Old Yeller, Bambi’s Mom, half the Grey’s Anatomy cast, whoever died on the Walking Dead, Forrest Gump’s Jenny… most of us had a death that brought our heart to death’s door without bringing our bodies. That’s okay. It’s good, even.
The solidarity of those grieving over these characters, especially with the advent of all these highly dramatic shows, is an interesting phenomenon.
The death of fictional Jack Pearson has viewers of This Is Us in an emotional limbo. He is both dead and in the process of dying; a full season of episodes has ensured this heart-wrench. ”
It’s just an absolute soul-crushing event. Once you figure out the moment where it’s going to happen, you may get some hope and then it’s all going to go away. I think the best thing I can say-or the worst thing I can say- is it’s going to be f-ing painful.” -Milo Ventimiglia, Entertainment Weekly.
The writers have successfully brought out the Deep Hurts through the Pearsons. Adoption, fostering, racial prejudices, parenting, adjusting expectations in marriage, miscarriage, alcoholism, mental illnesses, weight loss and image problems, secrecy, not dealing with family issues– it’s all there. Thousands of comments afterward show that they strike a nerve with people who are dealing with those same issues. It’s a kind of therapy more than entertainment, I believe. The collective grieving is actually helpful.
More grown men are admitting to crying at This Is Us than the Superbowl and World Series combined.
If everyone took every trauma, injustice, horrible illness and death to heart every moment, we’d all go crazy. It isn’t healthy. We all walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. If you are like us, you have a time-share there.
Now that I am out of the season of William’s cancer, I can realize that I was in a pit of trauma. It was typical to want to scream “It’s not real! My kid could die because someone brought illness into this hospital and I’ve never seen anything like this, even during our worst deployment! Get a GRIP!” It felt like a “first world problem” version of grief.
It took a few weeks, but I realized most people just weren’t in my valley. These were friends who would be much more devastated by the death of my very real child than fictional McDreamy. These people would be at my house faster than people would bring back Jack.
Grief isn’t an either/or. It’s a both/and. You can grieve Jack and be heartbroken for Jonathan at the same time. Right now…I can’t.
By all means, watch it. Post, tweet, and grieve however you must. This is not intended to make you feel guilty or to ask you to refrain. I can’t be bitter that the world keeps going. It’s one of those things I learned from having a kid with cancer the first time.
I won’t be watching This Is Us. I’ll even be off of the internet for a day or two afterward while everyone recovers. My emotional energy is tapped out. The “soul crushing” pain can wait until making it through another day doesn’t feel like a major accomplishment.
All I’ll ask is that you look around for those in your sphere who are experiencing grief they wish they could turn off like a television. Love them and just sit and cry with them as if they just lost a Pearson. Maybe Milo’s advice on dealing with sorrow and death is good, after all.