Loss comes to us all in the end. For a long time, the pain of losing Sue was intensely physical. I’d sit down to try and distract myself, picking up a book but finding the pages absurd. Nothing more than a jumbled abstraction. If I stopped this pointless exercise, even for a moment, the waiting sadness would surge back on an incoming tide and drown me. And so I busied myself at school and in life, filling it up with as much as possible so there was no space for the dysphoria to take root. I made the British mistake of acting happy.
I'm so glad that this week continued on with how your Gran figured out how to move forward after such a soul crushing loss. I can't wait until next week to hear more.
I'm so glad that this week continued on with how your Gran figured out how to move forward after such a soul crushing loss. I can't wait until next week to hear more.