March 3, 2012

The Process of Grief

Some call it “explosive crying.” I call it a cathartic release of pent up grief. When you pack all of your skeletons in the closet it comes to a point when you’re just waiting for the door to give way. Every suppressed feeling and thought is now sitting at the forefront of your mind, impressing upon an already confused emotional state.

The neighbor just died.  The sound of loss is very distinctive.  Blood curdling screams are now added to the soundtrack of loud operatic church music.  Family members and neighbors come and go; some staying for hours and others for minutes.  I'm sure they're not keeping track of time.  Time seems to slow down out of respect for the dead...