I read this great article in the Huffington Post today, where a mother talks about the grief after the loss of her son.
A few quotes stood out:
Grief is not broken, and it doesn’t need fixing.
I decided to allow grief to come and go as it pleased for one year, and then I would put my past behind me.
Except that’s not how it works, is it? I wasn’t broken, so I couldn’t mend. I was changed.
When you grow a grief bone, it is there for the rest of your life.
And like death, grief is something that everyone must face alone. No one could say the right words that would manifest my happiness, because those words don’t exist. I didn’t want to be around people who needed me to be OK — because I wasn’t OK, and I had no clue if I would ever again be OK.
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