I think the 'puzzling over', or as Joan Didion puts it, the 'sifting', is a huge part of grief work. In contrast with Didion's story of losing her husband, in the case of losing a baby there are so few memories to sift through. So i think it takes longer, it is more nebulous. I can't say more complicated, because i haven't lost a spouse so i can't compare. Glad you got my package and that the book was a help, and it seems like it got there in pretty good time, too.
Been listening to this song on repeat and Scott says I need to turn it off. But, man:I don’t want to leave here I don’t want to stay It feels like pinching to me either way The places I long for the most Are the places where I’ve been They are calling after me like a long lost friend It’s not about losing faith It’s not about trust It’s all about comfortable When you move so much The place I was wasn’t perfect But I had found a way to live It wasn’t milk or honey But then neither is this I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt Leaving out what it lacked The future seems so hard And I want to go back But the places that used to fit me Cannot hold the things I"ve learned And those roads closed off to me While my back was turned The past is so tangible I know it by heart Familiar things are never easy to discard I was dying for some freedom But now I hesitate to go Caught between the promise And the things I know If it comes too quick I may not recognize it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand? If it comes too quick I may not appreciate it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
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