Here’s what I know about grief: There is no measuring stick. The loss of a mother, father, sister, brother (or all of the above), the loss of a husband, wife, lover, boyfriend, girlfriend, or life partner, the loss of a best friend, dear friend, or close friend, the loss of a mentor, teacher, guider, inspirer… Who’s to measure?
Who’s to say how profoundly those losses may or may not break our hearts? There are no rules. The loss of a happy, loving relationship may be far easier to survive than the loss of a troubled one.
A lover may feel overwhelmed by sadness years after a husband remarries and starts a family. A close friend may feel as much loss and sorrow as a best friend.
When a person dies, they may have 10, 100, 1,000 friends, or even more grieving them. When Judy Garland died, so many people in the gay community grieved her loss that it was a contributor to the Stonewall riots and the beginning of the gay rights movement.