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A grief rookie and her supportive, but clueless, husband
Grief is such a personal, inward process. It took me about six months after my mom died before I was able to articulate to my husband the depth and intensity of my pain and sadness. One morning, we were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and preparing for the day ahead, which included an important playoff game for our older son’s football team.
I’ve often wondered why grief affects us so differently. Why is it that some people seem to quickly process a death and move along without a hiccup? Personally, I doubt it’s as easy as that for them, but I’ve definitely seen the full spectrum of responses. Why do some grievers get stuck? Why do others subvert or ignore their feelings? Is it personality type? The nature of the relationship to the deceased? Life history or past experiences?