The Topography of Grief
One of the fallouts of growing up is having to accept that life shall inevitably throw us curveballs that go beyond the unexpected. It is having to face the reality that we shall someday have to live without those we love, simply because that’s the law of nature. I have often felt that the most overused phrase is “Time heals all wounds” or “It shall get better with time.” I disagree. Grief doesn’t diminish with time. We just learn to fill our days with distractions and compartmentalize thoughts that hurt us the most, hoping that if we bury them deep enough under the million things on our to-do list, they will quietly lie there. And they do. For several days, these feelings and thoughts lie low, lulling us into a false sense of security. They allow us to believe we are getting to the point where thinking about someone we have lost or remembering a time that no longer exists shall not reduce us to a blubbering mess. Until one day, they throw off the layers they are buried under and remin...