Maybe sharing helps take off a tiny slice of the grief pie. Every day we eat a little crumb, sometimes a whole slice. But, it's a big pie, overflowing with berries dripping into the oven and leaving a scorched burned goo on the bottom that burns every time you bake something until you dig in and clean it out. Then there is still the beautiful pie. We can share a slice with you, but there will still be more, and more, and more. Maybe some day we will have consumed the whole pie. That day we will truly understand our loss, that would be an acceptance of our loss. Then we will have digested the whole grief pie. For now, I feel like I have only digested a few slices, some days only some little bits of crust hanging over, some days delving in for a large chunk.
Yesterday was a big slice day. Today I can reflect on it, digesting the slice. Maybe I'll crap it out tomorrow. :-0
