“Take your hands out of your pockets, let the water run, don’t worry about tomorrow when yesterday is gone…”—CAAMP, “Of Love and Life” I haven’t necessarily been counting, yet I know it’s been sixteen hours and thirteen minutes since I last cried. In a way that feels like a lifetime, a lifeline, or an accomplishment, […]
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The Thing About Grief
Last month, my son came to visit and was home for all of an hour when he received a devastating phone call, news that would send him into the kind of hysterics I’ve never witnessed. He was half shrieking, half screaming. He was punching walls. Hyperventilating. Pacing in broken circles. Mashing fists into his face. […]