There was no bottom and no top, only waves and waves of sorrow.
So it's about 2 AM and I'm listening to Pandora, and Pete Seeger comes on singing Tom Paxton's "Rambling Boy," and I can hear my mother singing it. I'm just curious, do I ever stop getting stabbed in the heart by grief? Does it ever end? It's been nine years, and it is no less of an awful loss than it ever was. I don't feel any of the things I thought I'd feel.
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I don't think it ends. I think we get more used to it, learn when to expect it, and the times when it takes us completely by surprise becomes fewer over the years. Never zero, though. )-:
-Suzanne
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