Another perfect analogy that explains what living with grief is like. Somedays in control, somedays not. Driving carefully, slowly, braced for the unexpected skid and spin. Hoping not to slide off the road into the chasm that looms alongside.
I was watching something on TV last night as I was falling asleep. Something one of the characters said put the journey of grief in a whole new light. He was not talking about grief as his reference but it fits just the same.
People have a habit of saying to me, “You seem to be doing well” or the famous “It must be getting easier.” No, neither of these are true. Each day is like riding down a road with black ice on it. I know it is there but I cannot see it. Some days, I may not hit it at all. Other days I run across it and skid completely out of control. It may be a smell, song, memory, saying or any random thing that runs through my mind or path. The idea that the day is normal and my son is going to be home…
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The Infinite Fountain 