Oh, this acronym WORKS! Thank you for this, for sharing while in your own space of grief. To do that is LOVE. Love on so many levels. Bless you, Cindy. (I know I am quite late to this post...but, I know this: the right things come at the right time. This was the right time for me.)
I love your definition of “fine.” My social worker daughter says it often means Feelings I’m Not Expressing… Which works too. Sending you lots of love!
Cindy—What a wonderful piece of writing filled with comfort and information for both the hurting person and those who want to know how they’re doing. I love your redefinition of FINE.
When I ask my sister, who lost her daughter in November, how she is, she usually responds “hanging in there.” Then, during our conversation, she might open up a bit about how she thinks about Eileen every minute of the day or she’ll bring up something funny that Eileen did. It’s all about grief!
I first heard FINE in 1984, spoken by a nun during a training for working with dying and grieving people. Ever since, I’ve often shared it with clients so they’d have a way to speak their truth rather than hide what they really feel.
I wasn't even going to read this essay (after recently losing my brother), but I'm glad I did. You did an admirable job of describing loss and grief. (When people ask me how I'm doing, I just reply, "I'm okay, but it sucks." It's obviously honest, and no one has ever argued with me.)
Oh, this acronym WORKS! Thank you for this, for sharing while in your own space of grief. To do that is LOVE. Love on so many levels. Bless you, Cindy. (I know I am quite late to this post...but, I know this: the right things come at the right time. This was the right time for me.)
Many blessings and MUCH LOVE,
~Wendy💜
We all come to things when we're ready, yes? Thanks for reading and sharing! ♥️
I love your definition of “fine.” My social worker daughter says it often means Feelings I’m Not Expressing… Which works too. Sending you lots of love!
I like that acronym, too! xo
Cindy, your definition of “Fine” works quite nicely.
You have such a wonderful way of putting things, Cindy.
I'm pretty sure "I'm fine" means "Go away!" At least in Brit-speak...
Always happy for the translations! 😆
This is terrific. I so love your creative thinking (brain still working) and beautiful vulnerability (heart) in sharing your true feelings.
The feeling is mutual ♥️
👍for the new “fine” ❣️
Cindy—What a wonderful piece of writing filled with comfort and information for both the hurting person and those who want to know how they’re doing. I love your redefinition of FINE.
Thank you. I like my definition better, too ;)
When I ask my sister, who lost her daughter in November, how she is, she usually responds “hanging in there.” Then, during our conversation, she might open up a bit about how she thinks about Eileen every minute of the day or she’ll bring up something funny that Eileen did. It’s all about grief!
Every single day. ♥️
I first heard FINE in 1984, spoken by a nun during a training for working with dying and grieving people. Ever since, I’ve often shared it with clients so they’d have a way to speak their truth rather than hide what they really feel.
I wasn't even going to read this essay (after recently losing my brother), but I'm glad I did. You did an admirable job of describing loss and grief. (When people ask me how I'm doing, I just reply, "I'm okay, but it sucks." It's obviously honest, and no one has ever argued with me.)
Best of luck to you as you soldier on...
Thank you. I appreciate your reading it and letting me know. I'm so sorry for your loss. ♥️