I found this really excellent article on Grief on Facebook, and wanted to share it:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

http://www.rebellesociety.com/2014/11/13/all-this-fucking-time-and-i-still-feel-grief/

Here's a bit from the beginning:


By McCall Erickson

The hallmark of a human life is loss, it seems. And the body is a vessel for grief.

This is not an if, but when. When is loss gonna hit?

And then it is how. How do you carry it? All that grief. And don’t even ask why. Why is not a question that grief ever answers.

I only know this because I have my own grief. I am not looking for more, but it keeps coming anyway. It makes me feel like I’m getting nowhere sometimes, and yet closer to something at the same time.

Maybe that’s because loss doesn’t just take. It gives, too. Like a trade.