Grief Is Not the Final Act of Love

Remembrance Is the Final Act of Love

Someone dear to me lost her grandmother a few months ago. The day of the memorial service, she said, “Grief is the final act of love.” Grief for a loved one, of course, is an emotion felt only because of the presence of love and the loss of a person we love. So, yes, grief is an act of love. Grief expresses our love for those we have lost. We grieve because someone’s physical presence is no longer a part of our lives. Their voice, their laughter, their faces, and their touch will forever be absent. Grief is a tangible, palpable expression of love for someone we love who has died.

Grief is not, however, the final act of love. I believe that remembrance is the final act of love. In remembering, we continue to love someone. A photo, a video, a thought, a memory of an event that included our loved one—all continue to ignite the spark of love for someone who no longer is with us.

Material objects—things we touch and feel—also are a part of remembering. My child Alexa died on November 2, 1986, from brain cancer. I keep her musical Cookie Monster in the top-left drawer of my dresser. It’s bittersweet, but those times when I take it out, wind the key, and listen to the melody (yes, it still works), I’m reminded of her as a baby. She loved being tucked into bed with her “friends,” Cookie Monster and Big Bird, to snuggle with her through the night. I remember, and I continue to love.

The cracked tile sitting on my desk with Ziggy saying, “Smile . . . God loves you” reminds me of my friend Myrle, who died two years ago. She gave it to me sometime in the mid-1970s. When I look at it, I smile—because I remember she loved me, too, and I remember so many other aspect of her life and how she touched me.

Words, photos, music, and the recollections of family and friends enrich my memories of loved ones and continue to be parts of my final acts of love because through them, I remember. Whenever I hear “Sledgehammer” by Peter Gabriel, I cannot sit still or keep quiet. Once again, I’m in the car with Alexa and we’re rocking out, laughing and singing. Or, we’re watching the goofy “Sledgehammer” video with all the fruits, vegetables, and dancing chickens.

Remembrance as a final act of love means that our love is not final. Even with its elements of sorrow, loss, and regret, remembrance means that love for those we’ve lost has no final act. Through remembrance, we continue to love. Remembrance and the love it perpetuates can move us beyond grief as we remember the joy the person brought to our lives. Our final act of love, then, is not so final after all, because through memory—remembrance—we honor that joy and continue to love.