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Hello Melinda’s Grief Corner readers! Quick thing - today’s newsletter is short. Things have been difficult over here this past week for me - lots of what I call ‘grief trap doors.’ These are moments when something in your life happens - you hear a song, you see an object, you get a flashback - that brings your grief up to the surface.
I’ve also had new things happen - I adopted a kitten! One of my foster kittens has now become my forever cat. Yes, I foster failed. Yes, this was entirely expected. And yes the moment of adopting this little kitten is bittersweet. Because I’m already in love with her. And my dad will never get to meet her.
Which brings me to a metaphor about grief that has stuck with me. It is one of the only metaphors of grief that really hit me when I first heard it. One of my oldest friends whose father also passed shared this with me a few months ago and I read this quote often. Sadly, I don’t know who said this. But whoever did, thank you.
I hope this resonates with you too.
Big hugs as always.