19 February
Viewing life with an acutely altered perspective following the loss of a parent to cancer
Some say that grief comes in waves, but that would suggest a rhythm, making it predictable and identifiable as, grief. I feel no rhythm in my grief for the loss of my mother to cancer. While they say that βLife goes onβ, a basic truth, that does not excuse the consequences of feeling βOutside of myselfβ and viewing life with an acutely altered perspective. Often Iβm here, with everyone, living life to the fullest. Sometimes, however, I am not. Silence, muted sounds and distortion in the bubble of a closed, grieving mind. A cacophony of dissolution and sadness prevails.
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By Thom Hobbs
