I began attending Diane Zinna’s Grief Writing Sundays in the early stages of writing my memoir, An Obesity of Grief, and her portals, as well as the writing shared by others, helped me recognize grief’s impact in other areas of my life beyond my husband’s death. The piece I contributed to Diane’s new book, Letting … Continue reading “Letting Grief Speak” is out in the world!
His presence has been active (felt) this month—March, in which he was born and his daughter was born and he died—more than previous years.
"I am who I am because the person I loved most in one moment in time was alive and then he died."
This is full blown grief, my friends; the inability to comprehend what’s being said and done in the moment.
I woke up this morning with the 1975 Austin Robert’s song “Rocky” playing in my head. It’s been decades since I’ve heard it, but there it was, in my ears, and I remembered every single sad word.
“Grief is a wild child. You’ll never tame it, but it’s ok to let it flow through you. Better through than around. Be good to yourself, and don’t take shortcuts.”
I still expected him to “snap out of it,” come to his senses, want to improve, remember who he used to be. Remember who he used to be to me.
After reading the news, and having a good cry, I thought about how Internet friends can be some of the best friends ever.
Turns out, I’m attached to freedom.
"Do we ever truly let go of the people with whom we’ve been intimate on some level? Doesn’t a part of them live on inside us forever?"
Lynn Haraldson, Author and Writing Mentor 