Walking With Grief

Bearing the weight

Today is the forty-ninth anniversary of my mother’s death. I was twelve in 1972 when she moved on to The Next Thing. Grief has been my companion for nearly the whole of My Life.

First of all, I’d like to dispel a few myths and cliches.

Time doe NOT heal all. What happens is at some point — your mind, your body, your soul simply cannot stand to feel that much…