Every so often another way to
describe the journey through grief pops up. I’m beginning to think that
the metaphors for the dimensions of grief are endless.
Today’s thought is that grief is
like a carnival ride, and I’m going to use the rides from Disneyland to
illustrate my points because Evelyn loved the place.
Grief starts out like the
Space Mountain ride.
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