Happy Grieving

The responsible one

Somebody has to plan the funeral. Somebody has to call the bank, find the will, answer the relatives, watch the younger ones, hold the surviving parent upright. In so many families, that somebody is the eldest daughter, and nobody ever actually asks her if she can.

I know this one from the inside. After my dad died I ran the probate and planned the funeral, and stepped in where he had been for my younger sibling, all while carrying my own grief in whatever pockets it fit.

The responsible one grieves on a delay, in scheduled slots: the car, the shower, the stairwell at work. Her competence gets mistaken for coping. Her family calls her strong, which mostly means everyone leans on her and no one checks who she leans on.

These pieces are for her. The admin nobody warns you about, the quiet resentment nobody's allowed to say, the family reshuffle, and the grief that finally arrives when the to-do list runs out.