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a grief note
Grieving, like writing, is hard work, done mostly in solitude.
It’s painful; it’s insane; it’s miserable. It hurts your eyes, your head, your back, and every bone in your body.
It’s unpredictable and feels like fear or panic, especially when the truth intrudes just as you thought you were doing okay.
It requires patience and time and endurance, as well as lunacy and logic and creativity and endless self-editing, adding in the right words and memories and erasing or rewriting the wrong ones.
Excerpt from Willower: Rewriting Life After Unimaginable Loss: Chapter 9. Migrating: eleven years
Willower.org 