Grieving is the loneliest thing I’ve ever done. There is no end. I’m not going in any particular direction. There is no happily ever after. There is no timeline, no hope that I will reach the end, dust myself off and call it finished. I tie myself in knots and I write myself in circles. Ann Patchett says, “Grief isn’t something to ‘be gotten through.’ …
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