Grief is the coming of
darkness. In the beginning it’s a void of everything we’ve known and
loved.
When my beloved died, I went
to Yosemite and sat by myself in the darkness on Glacier Point and watched the
constellations of the night sky above and the campfires of people a mile below,
trying not to think about the bears and mountain lions that lived in the
wilderness behind me. The world I had known had abruptly ended, and I was
thrown deep into the cosmos where there were no sounds and every constellation was
unfamiliar.
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