Here is something about grief… for all those who are suffering it or wondering about it..
More than mourning a lost soul, It might well be a process of shredding an identity, in the shredder of time, tearing it apart piece by piece… and discarding it even when you don’t want to.
She is long gone… turned to ashes. What remained was my identity as her husband – An indentity that made me feel loved, proud and happy.
That identity has been dissolving since the day she left and it is a process like plucking one hair at a time.
or… like dismantling a beautiful house you built, one brick at a time