Grief and fairy tales aren’t obvious dinner companions.
When we’re grieving, we would dearly love for someone to ride in on a great white horse and rescue us. This seldom happens in real life. What we get instead is a coyote who appears on the trail, says, “Walk this way,” and heads deeper into the dark forest where we learn things we wouldn’t have understood otherwise.
There is no “happy ever after” with grief because the only thing we want is for our loved ones to be back, and we know this isn’t going to happen. While our life down the road can still end up being pretty good, and there will be days with goo-gobs of joy, in the beginning, every memory of our loved one will come with a side order of grief.
