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.

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Anonymous saidā€¦
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
Anonymous saidā€¦
Thank you, Libby for sharing your journey with me. -xo

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