Things I’ve learned that helped me see grief as a precious gift: Grief is love. This was the shift for me. It sounds like an inspirational cliché, but it’s true, and when I finally allowed the truth of it to change my mind, it changed my perspective. Empathy is powerful. I’ve heard the term “miseryContinue reading “The Gift”
I realized that in all of this time, I have not cried. You know that weeping breakdown that happens? It hasn’t happened. I wonder if I took a wrong turn somewhere, and missed that, or if it’s just not going to happen.
This grief has kept my brother and our childhood on my mind since January 4. All the “this reminds me of” or “Michael and I” are always on the tip of my tongue. I feel like I need to hold back, so my family and friends don’t get “griefed out.”