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This is a love story, I swear. This is what happens when you’ve promised someone you’ll live again.
When you can’t remember how basic things function. Like when to eat or shower. Grief…it’s not like any other emotion. It is utterly discombobulating.
Not everyone will accept help when they’re grieving. Some people just…go inward and bear it all alone.”
“Well, I can’t promise the sunshine. But I can do everything else.”
“You know,” I say eventually, my eyes glued to the cosmos, “in my normal life, when
I’m not grieving, I think I’m a really simple bitch.”
He laughs. “Meaning?” “Meaning I think I’m used to feeling one feeling at a time. If I’m happy, I’m happy. If I’m lonely, I’m totally lonely. If I’m bored, well, you get it. I get one feeling and just feel the absolute c...
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“At once! I didn’t know anyone could ever be this confused. How do other people handle feeling so many things at the same time?” He considers this. “Well. Usually...
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Grieving her…it’s the only connection…it’s how I hold
on to her.
“Grief is a relationship,” he continues. “It’s the way we figure out how to keep loving them even though they’re gone. And in
order to do that we have to keep on going. And going and going.”
You just keep expecting that life will someday be a little bit easier. Shocker! It really never is.
