Sunday, 12 December 2010

I put my grief to the test yesterday while visiting my former teacher, and mother of one of my high school classmates, who's husband's funeral was on the 10th.  I did okay while listening to her talk of her husband's final months and days, but when she switched to talking about how wonderful my mother was, my tears welled up.  They welled up, but they didn't spill over.  Although hearing these kind words made my grief feel very raw and open, I needed to hear them.  I can't keep my sorrow locked up one year later or even ten years later.  I have to continue bring it out in the open, air it out, learn from my reaction to it, and move forward.