I’ve been thinking a lot about grief at work lately. There are so many of us working and grieving at the same time. The summer between high school and my first year at university, I worked at the YMCA. I started that job three weeks after my mom died. My mom died the day I graduated from high school; one week later I wrote my final high school exams. Two weeks later we had her funeral. The week after that, I started my summer job at the YMCA. I’m not sure how I survived it. I was in a complete and total fog - I could barely tell you my name but I was responsible for the care of small children at the YMCA summer camp program.

I loved that job. It was such a lifeline because it gave me a beacon of light, something to focus on. And I desperately needed the money to go to university after my dad turned his back on me for wanting to move out. Having that job was such a lifeline after my mom died. But it was also incredibly hard to get up every day and find the energy to work after crying so much at night. I guess being young helped me, I didn’t need much sleep, or at least I thought I didn’t.

No one at work knew that my mom had died. I finally told my supervisor about three weeks in when I was having trouble at the end of a long day. I was exhausted and feeling very low. She saw that I had had a difficult day and with simple empathy, and the offer to talk, I opened up. I cried so much that afternoon and she was so lovely and kind.

I will never forget her kindness. I wish in my long career, I’d had more managers like her. Unfortunately, she isn’t the norm. Thankfully, now that I am a leader in my organization, I have the opportunity to show empathy, kindness and care to my colleagues and staff. It’s a responsibility I don’t take lightly. Every manager should have the necessary emotional intelligence to navigate the tough stuff at work - we don’t leave our lives, or our grief, at the door when we show up for a day’s work. Empathy and a kind word go a long way when workers need it most. Not when things are going well, but when everything is falling apart.

Previous
Previous

What the heck are secondary losses?

Next
Next

LGBTQ Grief