Yesterday, I read this touching article by Sarah Kravits here. She explains how her car became her griefmobile.
I like that expression. It conveys not only a place to grief but also the movement that our grief and feelings go through.
In short; Sarah Kravits explains how her car became the place where she feels safe to express her grief for her brother that was killed by a drunken driver.
A song on the radio, or a similar car like her brother drove, can trigger her grief.
I’m still not sure why I don’t grieve much around other people; I don’t seem to have much control over that choice, so I accept it. I am grateful for the on-demand safe space my Griefmobile offers. I keep a box of tissues between the front seats. - Sarah Kravits
Can you relate to her story?
I have encountered times when being on the road listening to music a song comes on that transports me back in time. I am in the car with my healthy mother before dementia took her away piece by piece and before she died.
I remember deep and meaningful discussions. Silly and humourous moments we shared on our car journeys together.
Sometimes that memory overflows with love. And the next moment, I am driving while crying my heart out.
Other times I just want to scream - and between us - I do.
My car is a safe space where I can sing, laugh, cry, and scream whenever I want.
Just a word of caution; Don’t scream in your car while parked in a parking lot with lots of people around. (smile)
Last night I was on Netflix (yes, I do that too). In the movie, a mother had lost her son and sat for hours in her car listening to his iPod. It made her feel safe and close to her son.
We all need a safe space where we can express our feelings without judgement.
It is OK to use your car as your griefmobile.
Take good care,
PS: Give me a call. I am here for you. ☎️