Grief, my new constant companion, has moved in. I thought I'd take a good look at him since we're spending so much time together now. And I've realized a few things. Grief is not sadness. I get sad when I break a nail, or when the shoe I want is not available in my size. I get sad when someone calls my son a wimp. But this feels different. Grief is so much more complex.
When we lose someone, there's a sudden, jarring, almost violent realization that life is very different. At 11:00, you're minding your own business. At 11:01, you blink, and all of a sudden, every thing and every moment is different. Am I sounding dramatic? Perhaps, but I think I'm right.