At school, I heard the words I’m sorry for your loss a countless amount of times. In spite of classmates’ efforts to comfort me this sentence made me feel isolated. As the school day proceeded I was surprised to not again be greeted with the question the same “comforting” line. This is because my history teacher took an interest in all of her students’ lives outside the classroom. Right when I entered the classroom, she walked up to me asking how I was. Finally, I relaxed in a class and could actually focus on listening instead,wondering who actually was sorry for my lost. After class she asked if I needed extra help of any assignment. Then continued to state if I ever needed anything she would be there for me. This showed me that people actually cared about how I was doing. Just knowing that somebody care made going to school easier.
To conclude, I am grateful for both of these experiences, because of the lessons I learned. These experiences have taught me how to be more supportive of someone who is grieving. As I move forward in Thanatology and in my nursing career I hope to improve on this skill even more. Every individual goes copes in their own way, and no one should judge how one chooses to do so. If we accept these differences, then we can start helping people deal with and process significant losses in their