As many Brokies as there are -- That's how many different ways we deal with our own grief.
Beautifully put, Shasta, and I'll even add that with the mercurial nature of grief, for each person there is even more than one way.
For this morning, I'm feeling uplifted by the music and poetry and flowers and art people have been sharing. Two days ago, I was devouring all the details and facts of the situation that I could, reading long paragraphs for hours. Last night I got solace from sitting dully with Lynne in a warm bar.
I can tell I need to walk outdoors today in beauty. I want to go to a particular park that overlooks Puget Sound that I haven't been to in probably three years. Thank God it doesn't (probably) have wifi, because I think Im ready for a small break from this screen. But see you soon after.
everyone.