The Holidays are here and I’m mindful of the fact that I’m not the only one grieving this year. Feeling the need for someone wiser than me to escort me through the confusing process of mourning, I recently began seeing a grief counselor – a wonderful woman in her 70’s who has experienced some profoundly
“Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the kneeds and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.” – Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking This definition of grief from the first chapter of Joan Didion’s
I’ll be honest: I am sort of limping along right now. The only thing I really want to do is grieve. Full-time. I would like to be a full-time griever. In a perfect world, these would be the only things on my to-do list – and even these would be completely optional – for as
