Grief is inconvenient. It sideswipes you when you aren’t prepared, then makes you cry: in the car, when talking to a co-worker, in the doctor’s office. It’s rude, pushing its way in, usually when I’m too busy for it.
I have a demanding job. So demanding that I just don’t have time to spend with my unpopular friend. I ignore and ignore, until it finally forces itself in the door and I HAVE to spend some time with it.
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Bobby has the most beautiful eyes. I had forgotten. Here’s a hug and another one and another for what they’re worth. Love you.
Jane, although I haven’t lost a child, I can see your writing about it brings dimensions to it I never imagined. “Inconvenient … rude … an unpopular friend.” It sure seems like your writing can help others process their guilt. I am sorry for your loss.