I'm starting to emerge from my cloud of grief.
My Gram died this week, and while she had been ill for quite some time, I still will miss her terribly.
My progression of sadness is predictable and unchanging, in this order:
1)Cry. A lot. With abandon, often, and unapologetically.
2) Read. A lot. With abandon, often and unapologetically. (In this case I devoured a couple of novels--one of note, The History of Love, by Nicole Krauss, who gave me these beautiful memories: "Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering." Or, "so many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past:IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon'tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I'veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme...")
3) Write. A lot. With abandon, often and unapologetically.
Get some perspective and start living again.
Happy Birthday for real this time.