At the corner of grief and gratitude
By Kim Tackett on May 02, 2014
The other morning I was driving to work, listening to a story on NPR. I don’t remember the subject of the story, who, or why–but a calm, confident voice used the words grief and gratitude in the same sentence.
Those two words, in such close proximity, captured my attention for the rest of the drive. There was something about how she spoke, without hesitation. Like the two words actually belonged together. Right next to each other, both connected and separated by a tiny three-letter and.
Grief and gratitude. Hanging out on the same street corner, waiting for the light to change, so they could continue on.
Maybe I haven’t been close enough to the hard work of grief, but I always imagined that in deep, profound grief, sadness and anger would sneak in, past the memories and good intentions, and eventually push out the gratitude.
But you know, this would be a very, very good place for me to be wrong. Because one of these days I will be tested, something more than what I’ve had so far. I’d like to think that I have enough gratitude and love in my life, that it can hold me up, and help me hold others up, too.
Then again, perhaps I am overthinking this. Because it was just a drive to work on a Thursday morning, and I don’t even remember what the real story was.