The older I get, the more I wonder at those who capture the blunt, angry numbness of grief. Not just the sorrow; the emptiness, the rage. The tiring, tedious business of running on the spot.
I wish Brian comfort, and only hope he knows how many people his words will reach, and help.
I wish Brian comfort, and only hope he knows how many people his words will reach, and help.
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What a letter.
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Watching thrushes feed on red haws!
There is my comfort.
I look now on our funeral culture as a valiant attempt to keep us from going mad.
May he find comfort.
May all who grieve find respite.
There's an ocean in those eight words.
It’s a terrible time of year for some - it can be so damn lonely for people who have lost or are lost .
And my friend @joannawallace.bsky.social helped me through those first days, for which I’ll always be grateful.
https://chorleywoodsix.com/2019/07/28/on-grief/
Sending love to everyone with a hole in their heart. ❤️
It killed Christmas for me for a very long time, It became a season of Grief.
I can't agree more with finding groups of people, family or otherwise