Bits and Pieces: My Mother, My Brother, and Me

by Whoopi Goldberg

I didn’t know anything about feeling lost until after she died. I wouldn’t call it crippling grief because it doesn’t have a grip on me. It is more of a grief that stays way down in my toes. It doesn’t feel dark. It’s a kind of fog or numbness. I can’t figure out what I’m supposed to feel now.