It's the second full day of a marriage cruise as I write this. My wife is nine stories below me, getting a pedicure or whatever they call what they do to their hands. I'm looking over the Atlantic at the horizon fifteen miles away.
Grief’s One-Two Punch
Two things I really hate about grief, and one I had forgotten about. The emotional ambushes, and how three months later when everything feels somewhat normal, the grief intensifies. I was hit with a one-two punch, and then grief's tangled emotions kicked me while I laid there. Mood Swings I was on the way to … Continue reading Grief’s One-Two Punch
The Agonizing Slowness of Grief
Grief is a tangled mess that's complicated enough on its own. Then you add the trauma of seeing a loved one die and it's like salt added to an open cut. There is light at the end of the tunnel, though. You're Not Alone I still deal with traumatic memories and feelings occasionally. Less now than … Continue reading The Agonizing Slowness of Grief
One Day Left To Live?
I love Sherlock Holmes. My best friend’s wife got me hooked on the BBC’s version. Imagine for a moment, to be able to read people and situations in seconds. It’s like a superpower. In the pilot episode, a situation sparked a question for me on the fragility of life. The killer had an aneurysm that … Continue reading One Day Left To Live?