It’s Only for a Season
This is my season of grief and loss. And I’m not doing a good job processing. In January I lost the companionship of my favorite person. I cried for 7 straight days, and then once per day for the remaining month. I was definitely processing. Four months later my sister called and said, “If you don’t get on a flight, you won’t see dad before he dies.” “Dies?” What? Didn’t he go to the hospital for dehydration? In January they…