Sunday, October 24, 2021

Come As You Are Party: We Grieve in our Own Way


Image by Jeremy Kyejo from Pixabay

A response to a poem by Paens Unplugged.

I didn't cry when my father died. He had been sick for a long time. He died on November 28, 2010, and I described the holiday season that year as "painfully beautiful." The holiday lights were more vividly beautiful than they had ever been and they stabbed at my heart. It's a strange sensation that I can't accurately put into words.


  1. Grief is an entirely subjective journey. Something I wish that more people realised. And I am thinking of rather a lot of professionals...

    1. Agreed. We are supposed to grieve for a certain amount of time in a certain of way and then "get over it."
      I accept my father's passing. I don't think that I'll ever be "over it."


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