The Things They Say

July 20, 2020

I know they mean well. I know they speak with love. That doesn’t make the words sting any lighter. 

The things said to the grieving, the things said to the brokenhearted, prove effort and love. They prove compassion. They also prove no one knows what to say to us, the ones who are standing in front of them broken and raw. 

When they say, “They’re in a better place.”

I want to say: The best place for them is with me, making memories. The best place for them is the place where they are still here, with us, living beautifully.

When they say, “Everything happens for a reason.”

I want to say: What reason is good enough to steal the people I love? What reason does cancer serve? What reason makes my heart less broken and less shattered? 

When they say, “They wouldn’t want you to be upset.”

I want to say: Then death should have waited. Then they should still be here. I’m upset because I loved with everything I have, and now I grieve with everything I have.

When they say, “You need to be strong.”

I want to say: Right now I don’t know what strength is or what it looks like, let alone contain the ability to portray and carry it. I’m doing the best I can, truly. I wish I held strength too.

When they say, “It will get better with time.”

I want to say: Time won’t diminish my pain, it will simply shift my perspective. Time won’t make me love them any less. Time won’t make me miss them any less. Time won’t change my heart’s longing for them. Time will simply calculate the days that they’ve been gone and the days that I’ve been forever changed. 

There are no perfect words to say to the grieving, the brokenhearted, the lost and the hurting. There are simply words that don’t sting with as much pain. Words that show love and grace and understanding. 

“I love you.”

“I’m here for you.”

“Tell me about them.”

There are no perfect words. No words that heal the heartbreak from the death of someone we love. Instead, sit with us. Hug us. Love us silently. Let us say their name, their story, their greatness. 

Words aren’t necessary, grace is. 

xox, Chels

4 comments so far.

4 responses to “The Things They Say”

  1. Elaine says:


    I love your words. I do not have the gift you do for stringing words together.

    Thank you again for listening to your mother and sharing your words.

  2. Michelle R Henderson says:

    Oh Thank You for this. A friend I were talking about this today. After 4 months without Dad I still feel this today.

  3. April Purdue says:

    I want to thank you for your words! I’ve been reading your stuff and I feel every word! I lost my Dad, my hero, my friend the one I thought would always be here! And since he has passed nothing has been the same! Thank you for your words! And for helping people! 💖

  4. Cindy says:

    I love your words but my eye sight is terrible and I have the hardest time reading with light font and light background.

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A wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.

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