Two years after my son’s death, I am doing okay. There are times when I start to cry without even thinking about Jon. I find no explanation for it. Sometimes, I see or hear something that may bring a few tears and a melancholy moment, but when I tear up without any prompt, I am without any explanation.
It’s not something I worry about.
What a lovely expression of love... here we see a mother living with her loss, being touched by it, inviting it in, and healing. Some would want to call this complicated bereavement and I think that is utterly crazy on the part of the American Psychiatric Association. This is what living with loss is and it is beautiful. I honor all this love!!!!
