Friends, one of my favorite essays ran in the Huffington Post earlier this week. I’m reblogging it for you now in case you missed it the first time around.
Grief, my new constant companion, has moved in. I thought I’d take a good look at him since we’re spending so much time together now. And I’ve realized a few things. Grief is not sadness. I get sad when I break a nail, or when the shoe I want is not available in my size. I get sad when someone calls my son a wimp. But this feels different. Grief is so much more complex.
When we lose someone, there’s a sudden, jarring, almost violent realization that life is very different. At 11:00, you’re minding your own business. At 11:01, you blink, and all of a sudden, every thing and every moment is different. Am I sounding dramatic? Perhaps, but I think I’m right.
When you lose someone, you suddenly realize how this person bookended your days–you wake to him with a Good Morning, and you close your eyes and…
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