When I was a new widow I desperately tried to order my grief into the five stages that had been drilled into me as a nurse. Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. They are so familiar.
Instead, as a new widow, it seemed as if time stood still, and I was suspended in space. When would the tidy grief I had learned about in nursing school begin?
In my book, I challenge the notion that grief is tidy and linear. Please click on the contact tab and share the story of your experience with grief. Was it linear? Messy? Tidy? Circuitous? Your story is for my eyes only.
And maybe I will see you tomorrow at the brewery??