On Friday night, my husband Michael and I had dinner with two friends who are healthcare professionals in private practice. During the meal, I asked how their patients were doing given the stressful political climate.
Grief is like a shadow you can’t shake. As I go about my daily routine, one minute I feel normal as I drop packages off at the post office or pick up food at the grocery store. The next, reality hits and I feel bowled over by a wave of sadness that rushes through me.
Am I the only one who gets this upset, I thought to myself as I sat in the car crying? Maybe I’m just too sensitive. Does anyone else fantasize about moving to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, away from cars and roads and anything that might cause harm to wildlife?