Compassion at Work
Seventeen years ago this month, my daughter died from injuries suffered in a car accident. She had just graduated from high school; she had won a scholarship to NYU, and was looking forward to a summer internship at the United States Institute for Peace in Washington, D.C. During this time of anguish and grief, many of my family members, friends, and coworkers seemed lost and unable to talk to me. They didn’t know what to say or do – and so many of them said and did nothing. Years later, many would apologize and ask me to forgive them for their inability to share in my grief and show their compassion for what I was going through. I often think about that time in my life. Family and friends who braved the pain of losing Manda with me, who came and held my hand, shared a memory, cried and laughed with me, and brought me food and drink will always have a special place in my heart. They didn’t talk about their own losses, but shared fully in my loss....