My (future) son-in-law asked me to accompany him to purchase his wedding suit. He is having it tailor made and was going to finalize the details and be measured. I was happy to go along. It was planned we would go to his appointment and then go for a drink at his favorite watering hole. As I sat at the table waiting for him to come out of the changing room, it hit me how typical this type of afternoon was when Zane was around.

The little spontaneity I enjoyed in my life usually happened with a call or a text from my boy. “Hey ma, want to meet me at Earl’s for a drink?” The answer would always be yes. No matter what I had going on, I dropped and raced to meet him.  It was special he wanted to hang out with his mother.  “Want to grab a bite?”  “I’m going car shopping, want to come?” I loved those times.  Bonding at its best. Now, here I was, with the fiancé of my daughter who also happens to be one of Zane’s best friends, watching him choose the fabric for the lining of his suit, and asking my opinion.

How strong we can be in an instant. I could feel the pangs of heartache within me, and I pushed them aside with a firm, “not now”. I wanted to relish in the experience. It was so special; it was a transferred moment I should have had with Zane. The sweet of my bitter-sweet life. I was not going to let grief take this away from me.

Grief does not always have to be in the front seat.  Yes, we live with our grief, but time grows power to be able to say “I know you are there. Please give me this moment and then I will listen to you.” By consciously speaking to our grief, we lessen its grip, and it can sit in the back while we experience joy of the life we still have.  This is an exercise that gets stronger with practice. It is a way to live harmoniously with grief, rather than always fighting it. A compromise perhaps, but small joy is better than no joy. I can build on that.

After the suit fitting, we met with another close friend of Zane’s to have that drink.  My grief, quietly in the rear, letting me have this reprieve to soothe my heart.  We toasted to the upcoming wedding, and the appreciation that we were all together. And we were. This was a typical setting Zane would have arranged and knowing that was a sign he too was at our table. 

I am very lucky to have had so many spontaneous moments over the years with Zane. I continue to be lucky that his friends have adopted me.  Whether they know it or not, their invites to include me are suited for my grief.