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Loss Is So Paradoxical: It Is At Once Enormous And Tiny.

Time Doesn’t Obey Our Commands. You Cannot Make It Holy Just Because It Is Disappearing.

A Mother Is A Story With No Beginning. That Is What Defines Her.

Relationships Take Up Energy; Letting Go Of Them, Psychiatrists Theorize, Entails Mental Work. When You Lose Someone You Were Close To, You Have To Reassess Your Picture Of The World And Your Place In It. The More Your Identity Was Wrapped Up With The Deceased, The More Difficult The Loss.

This Is Part Of The Complexity Of Grief: A Piece Of You Recognizes It Is An Extreme State, An Altered State, Yet A Large Part Of You Is Entirely Subject To Its Demands.