As you can tell I’m trying to interject a bit of humor into an obviously serious topic. This post is partly in remembrance of 9/11/01. When a tragedy struck the United States of America and affected every single American’s life in some way. At the time I was finishing my senior year of college in France, and I found out about it by one of the other University of California Education Abroad Program students waving a French newspaper above her head, running towards the group of 40 of us, and screaming. I stood in shock with my fellow classmates as she read the article, and I will never forget the feelings that washed over the entire group as she went through the entire piece, and most aptly, the last sentence: “As of 8:45 AM we are all Americans.”
Looking back on this quote, I take a different meaning to this than I did then, for obvious reasons. I am still struck by the emotions I feel of how tragedy can unite people, across the world, no matter their differences or their beliefs. That when “push comes to shove,” we will stand beside each other and help in times of crisis and need. Now I look at this quote relating to my friends and family, and I see that though each of us have our own healing to be done based off of tragic events, we are all still united, and in times of need, will circle around each other to help one another.
This entire year it seems that every person who is dear to me has been dealing with loss, grief, and healing. Dealing with the loss of loved ones or painful breakups. Feeling the loss of colleagues and mentors that left a company that for the last several years was like a second family and seeing them start fresh at another place. And for me, the hardest point this year was finding out events from my adoption that I did not know about…and how that small fact almost turned my world upside down for several months.
While I am writing about this in a blog that is dedicated to women, in no way is this a “transition” that women alone go through. In fact, half the people I am currently thinking of while I write this post are male.
Anytime someone goes through a period of mourning, grieving, or healing, everyone always tells them “it’ll heal with time.” I myself have said these words countless times to friends and family while trying to help them through a bad spot in their life. However, what NONE of us are able to answer, including those of us in the thick of the healing process, is “HOW MUCH TIME?!”