There is little comfort when
we’re deep in grief. When we’re done actively grieving, it’s different. But not
completely, and it comes so slowly.
It will never be all right
with me that Evelyn suffered for years with physical aches and pains, worked
hard to recover and was almost back to full health when she died of an unknown
heart problem. She was only in her forties when she died. I was bitter about
that then, and I’m bitter about that now.
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(A
version of this was first published by Refuge in Grief.)
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