The way you capture the confluence and recurrence of emotions/stages of grief is perfectly stated and reminds me that none of us know what we're doing. Even after losing my husband to cancer 5 years ago, I recognize that I am/was on the path I need to be on--as flailing, regressive and dark as it is/was sometimes. Signed, someone who has been 'angrily bargaining' and also 'handling it' these past years.
The only edit is that loss feels like I am in a refrigerator (can't breathe) instead of a file cabinet, rolling down that bumpy hill...! Thank you for using your gift of words to encourage the rest of us. You can't write like this unless you are alive. So happy you loved Florence.
The way you capture the confluence and recurrence of emotions/stages of grief is perfectly stated and reminds me that none of us know what we're doing. Even after losing my husband to cancer 5 years ago, I recognize that I am/was on the path I need to be on--as flailing, regressive and dark as it is/was sometimes. Signed, someone who has been 'angrily bargaining' and also 'handling it' these past years.
You have such a gift with words ❤️
The only edit is that loss feels like I am in a refrigerator (can't breathe) instead of a file cabinet, rolling down that bumpy hill...! Thank you for using your gift of words to encourage the rest of us. You can't write like this unless you are alive. So happy you loved Florence.