It’s been 15 years today since Alan passed away, losing the good fight against lung cancer. I miss my friend. He doted on my children and, over time, became family.
Recently, a dear friend lost her Dad. He was her “rock”, and seeing her grief, and her tears, brought my own losses front and center.
As I cleaned out my office today, I found a hand written birthday card from my dear friend Judy. The rush of emotion caught me off guard.
There is no protocol on how we process loss and how we grieve the loss of those we love. Death has a way of ripping our hearts out, and the finality of loss is unsettling and unnerving.
Time really does not heal. At best, it teaches us how to cope. The hole in our hearts remain, long after the sting of our losses give way to a numbness that remains in our psyche.
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