Some seasons arrive quietly and undo us.
This November has been one of those months for me.
At the beginning of the month, I lost a long-term friend unexpectedly.
My 93-year-old mom, who has been slowly disappearing into Alzheimer’s for four years, entered hospice and is now nearing the end of her life. My dad – her husband of 71 years – sits by her side as she slips further away.
And as life would have it, my husband is also grieving a significant loss in his own family. It’s been one of those months when grief doesn’t arrive one at a time – it comes in waves, from all directions.
I find myself somewhere between grief and relief, depending on the hour of the day.
It’s a strange thing to hold so many contradictory feelings in one body. But this month, I’m learning that sometimes the only way through a season like this is to stop trying to choose one emotion over another… and simply let them all live together.
Grief rarely comes one piece at a time.
It has a way of arriving as a cluster – layered, tangled, overwhelming.
One moment, I’m laughing with my husband about something small and silly, and the next I’m crying because the sound of my dad’s voice on the phone shattered me completely. I’m grateful my mom is being cared for. I’m devastated she’s leaving. I’m relieved her suffering may soon be over. I’m heartbroken that this is how Alzheimer’s steals someone you love.
It’s emotional whiplash, and I’ve stopped trying to make it neat.
If you’re navigating a heavy November too, please know this:
You’re not doing it wrong. Life is just asking a lot of your heart.
Recently, my family gathered on a video call with my mom.
We shared memories, told her how much we loved her, and said goodbye – whether she understood the words or not.
My dad was beside her.
It was tender and excruciating at the same time.
Watching a 71-year marriage reach its final chapter is a kind of heartbreak that doesn’t have language. There’s grief for my mom, yes… but also grief for my dad, for the life they built, for the roles they won’t get to play anymore.
And in the middle of all that, strangely, there’s gratitude – that they had a love that lasted that long, that deep.
If you’re grieving this month – whether from loss, anticipation of loss, or the weight of someone else’s pain – here are a few things helping me stay upright that might help you, too:
Not judging it. Not forcing it to make sense.
Some days grief is loud. Some days it’s quiet. Some days it’s mixed with laughter.
Not because it fixes anything… but because it gives my nervous system a break.
Fewer expectations. Softer plans.
More space to breathe.
A text, a hug, a walk, a messy conversation.
Connection is medicine.
A warm blanket.
A kind message.
A shared memory.
A moment of calm.
That’s enough.
I used to think gratitude meant “stay positive.”
Now I think gratitude means “notice the good without pretending the hard isn’t happening.”
Grief doesn’t cancel gratitude.
And gratitude doesn’t cancel grief.
They sit side by side, like two hands resting in your lap – one heavy, one light.
This month, gratitude has shown up in unexpected ways:
You don’t have to feel grateful for the pain.
You only have to be grateful within it, when it’s possible.
Here’s what I’m learning:
Grief has a way of sanding us down to what matters.
It makes us softer in some places and stronger in others.
It sharpens our priorities.
It reminds us how deeply we love.
It wakes us up to the moments we still have with the people who are here.
November has broken my heart… and it has also shown me just how many people I love, how much life I’ve lived, and how tender this season can be.
If you’ve had heavy months, let me ask: What small thing is helping you get through the day right now? Your answer might be exactly what another woman needs to hear.
Magic…..as in, reading à recipe book for Harry Potter. I suddenly felt such joy.
My beautiful mother Kathleen. Her birthday was 11/30 and she passed on 12/3. This time of year I remember how much she did to make everyone’s holidays happy. To all that grieve, take care of your heart as it holds sorrow and love ❤️
Thanks and gratitude for your words. You have a lot to deal with, and you’re doing it with love and patience. November is the two-year anniversary of my younger son’s death, so it’s a melancholy time. Time helps, but what really helps is gratitude for the ways that he made my life richer and for the time that we shared.
I had 50 years with my beautiful creative daughter, heartbroken and grateful. And that is my new way to muddle through life.
My dad had Alzheimer’s and died the day before thanksgiving. I felt nothing but relief that his suffering was over, and tremendous love and pride for being his daughter, and for the way I cared for him in the last year. The grief came much later, when I started forgetting him as an Alzheimer’s victim, and remembering who he was the other decades of my life. I miss him terribly, but his ordeal gave me a new career. I left my management position and became an activity assistant on an Alzheimer’s floor. I believe he had a lot to do with that❤️
What a beautiful article. My heart goes out to you. Stay strong and know that you’re not alone. Thank you for sharing your beautiful family story with us.