When Someone’s Dying, What To Say?
  
Dear J,
What are the right things to say to friends or relatives who are terminally ill, or to their caretakers? Do you ask about death, or if they’re scared, or peaceful? Do they want to talk about it or are they sick of talking about it? It’s nuts to chat about the weather and what’s on TV when the most important event of their lives is about to take place.
p.s. Also, how do I pay a kind, comforting visit when I can’t stop weeping the moment I step into their house?
I’m going to address your ‘p.s.’ first. Depending on how close you are to the person, how comfortable you are with expressions of emotion (do you have a personal loss that’s very recent, for example) you may or may not be able to manage your emotions. This is a situation where you must try to accept yourself, trust that whatever comes over you will be OK. Your emotions are pretty far down the list for a person or family of a person near death. Just grab a tissue, or use your sleeve and ask the family how they are doing. “I’m so sorry” is acceptable. Maybe there are people who know just how to handle these situations (hospice workers are amazing in this regard), but the average person is normally overwhelmed. I suppose that the best one can do is to be present, be grateful to see your friend or relative, “I am so glad to be able to see you, to be here with you, is there anything you’d like me to know?”…or let them know how grateful you are to be there, tears and all. Everyone is different, which is why, hard as it is, the best course is to stay in the moment and respond as honestly and warmly as you can. Sometimes silence and tears are all we can muster, but that is still vastly preferable to staying away. I must share this moment, recounted by a close friend, upon seeing a mutual friend the night before he died. Friend One said to the dying friend, “How is it to be so close to death?” to which our Friend Two replied, “How is it to pretend you’re not?”
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I’m so skeptical about the word “dying” that I don’t believe it until someone tells me that they’ve accepted that they are dying or until they do die. I like being practical about visits to friends and family who might be terminal. I ask them if they have tasks I can do. I’ve run to the store for supplies as well as designed memorial service cards. What to talk about? People at this stage in life get to pick the topic. Maybe they do want to talk about the weather. Often silent hand-holding is sometimes the only way to be there for a loved one.
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I have to agree with the advice to just be yourself. Only you and the other person truly know your relationship and how it works. If you’re just old friends, it‘s one thing, if you’re related, it’s another. I had a long-time friend and member of my band who died last year after a sudden bout with stomach cancer that knocked him down and out within about four months. He spent some time in the hospital, then went home knowing it was to live out his last months or weeks. Being retired, I was able to visit him most days for various amounts of time. His daughter, whom I hadn’t known, came back for the duration, to live with her father and help him with whatever he needed. I was able to help her with stuff she couldn’t or didn’t want to do, but many days my friend and I just talked about whatever came to his mind, whether it was people we knew, music we shared or news of the day. When he got to the hospice stage and was confined to a hospital bed in his TV room, sometimes it was just enough for him to doze in and out knowing I was there watching TV while his daughter was off running errands. One evening I organized a few of us to play some live jazz music there for him, something that had been a part of his life for over 70 of his 83 years.
None of it was easy, but it seemed right and felt right.
That’s the best any of us can do, I guess.
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