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DragonFruit · 61-69, M
First, I’m the strong one....consoling the others. Then I go to a place where I can be alone, and I think about the person....about the good times we had together, of specific occurrences that brought out the unique aspect of that person’s personality. I smile....and I cry....and I think about what the person meant to me. Sometimes I drink.
Everybody grieves differently. Some people in my wife’s family wail and moan and cry buckets....to me it seems almost like a stage production, but it is how they grieve. I’ve always grieved more quietly. Grieving to me is a very personal thing, and when I grieve I keep my feelings mostly to myself.....which doesn’t mean that I don’t care as much or that the feelings aren’t there.
Everybody grieves differently. Some people in my wife’s family wail and moan and cry buckets....to me it seems almost like a stage production, but it is how they grieve. I’ve always grieved more quietly. Grieving to me is a very personal thing, and when I grieve I keep my feelings mostly to myself.....which doesn’t mean that I don’t care as much or that the feelings aren’t there.