Grief And Memory Go Together. After Someone

I'm Into People's Emotional Lives And Relationships And The Complications Of Living. That's My Turf.

We Never Did Things As We Were Supposed To Do. That Was Part Of Our Ethic. We Did What Felt Right To Us, Not What Someone Told Us We Should Do.

My Experience, With Both My Parents, Is That Grief Has A Lot Of Down, Sad Things, But I Was Also Really Emotionally Raw, In The First Year After Each Of Them Passed. Flowers Smelled More Intensely, My Relationships Were Hotter, And I Was More Willing To Risk. I Was Going For It A Lot More. I Was 'unsober' And I Wasn't Playing By My Rules.

There Is A Drunkenness To Grief, Which Is Good.

As Someone Who Grew Up In A House Where There Wasn't A Lot Of Talking, I'm Used To Just Looking At The World. And In General I Often Feel Like I Just Don't Understand What's Happening. That Everybody Else Does, But I Don't Quite Get It.