Thursday, February 05, 2009

Grief, Revisted

A hard thing with grief is that is makes a person more sensitive (if it's even possible to be more sensitive in my case). Steve and I met Dad for dinner tonight. The place was packed, the service was minimal, and the kitchen was slow. By the time our food arrived over 45 minutes later, I almost lost my appetite. It seems like the smallest personal indignities that would be a mere annoyance before are now magnified 100-fold. I wish my mother was here so I could cry on her shoulder. Instead, I am crying on yours.

2 comments:

Libby said...

Lori, I remember that feeling so well. I was extremely angry for a few months after my dad died. Well, to be honest, it was more like several months. Everything anyone did annoyed me. Even inanimate objects drove me crazy. I remember going to the store the day after my dad died, which was unfortunately Father's Day. This enormous surge of rage filled my body when I looked at the displays, and it was all I could do to not upend all the card racks and then trample on all the cards! My feelings did come back under control eventually, fortunately!
Libby

Lori said...

Thank you, Libby for sharing your journey with me. -xo

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