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The day my father died, I was at the grocery store buying bananas.<\/span> <\/strong><\/p>\n I remember thinking to myself, \u201cThis is insane.<\/span> Your dad just died.<\/span> Why the hell are you buying bananas?\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n But we needed bananas.<\/span> We\u2019d be waking up for breakfast tomorrow morning, and there wouldn\u2019t be any bananas\u2014so there I was.<\/span> <\/strong><\/p>\n And lots of other stuff still needed doing too, so over the coming days I would navigate parking lots, wait in restaurant lines, and sit on park benches; pushing back tears, fighting to stay upright, and in general always being seconds from a total, blubbering, room-clearing freak out.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n I wanted to wear a sign that said: I JUST LOST MY DAD.<\/span> PLEASE GO EASY.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Unless anyone passing by looked deeply into my bloodshot eyes or noticed the occasional break in my voice and thought enough to ask, it\u2019s not like they\u2019d have known what\u2019s happening inside me or around me.<\/span> They wouldn\u2019t have had any idea of the gaping sinkhole that had just opened up and swallowed the normal life of the girl next to them in the produce section.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n And while I didn\u2019t want to physically wear my actual circumstances on my chest, it probably would have caused people around me to give me space or speak softer or move more carefully,\u2014and it might have made the impossible, almost bearable.<\/span>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Everyone around you; the people you share the grocery store line with, pass in traffic, sit next to at work, encounter on social media, and see across the kitchen table\u2014are all experiencing the collateral damage of living.<\/span> They are all grieving someone, missing someone, worried about someone.<\/span> Their marriages are crumbling or their mortgage payment is late or they\u2019re waiting on their child\u2019s test results, or they\u2019re getting bananas five years after a death and still pushing back tears because the loss feels as real as it did that first day.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Every single human being you pass by today is fighting to find peace and to push back fear; to get through their daily tasks without breaking down in front of the bananas or in the carpool line or at the post office.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Maybe they aren\u2019t mourning the sudden, tragic passing of a parent, but wounded, exhausted, pain-ravaged people are everywhere, everyday<\/span>\u00a0<\/em>stumbling all around us\u2014and yet most of the time we\u2019re fairly oblivious to them:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Parents whose children are terminally ill.<\/span><\/em><\/strong> Everyone is grieving and worried and fearful, and yet none of them wear the signs, none of them have labels, and none of them come with written warnings reading, I\u2019M STRUGGLING.<\/span> GO EASY.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n And since they<\/span> don\u2019t<\/span><\/em>, it\u2019s up to you and me to look more closely and more deeply at everyone around us: at work or at the gas station or in the produce section, and to never assume they aren\u2019t all just hanging by a thread.<\/span> Because most people<\/span> are<\/span><\/em> hanging by a thread\u2014and our simple kindness can be that thread.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
\n Couples in the middle of divorce.<\/span>
\nPeople grieving loss of loved ones and relationships.<\/span>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>
\n Kids being bullied at school.<\/span><\/em><\/strong>
\n Teenagers who want to end their lives.<\/span>
\nPeople marking the anniversary of a death.<\/span>
\n<\/em>Parents worried about their depressed teenager.<\/span><\/em><\/strong>
\n Spouses whose partners are deployed in combat.<\/span><\/em><\/strong>
\n Families with no idea how to keep the lights on.<\/span><\/em><\/strong>
\nSingle parents with little help and little sleep.<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n