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A friend of mine died a few years ago, it flickered on my sadness radar for a couple of weeks and then, that was it. Maybe the friendship had reached the end of the road.
My father- 6 months and I still found myself sobbing. And I can't quite say why. He had in many respects gone, he was a shell of his former self, his dementia left him fairly unable to communicate, doubly incontinent, thin and frail, almost blind, unable to walk properly or feed himself.
And I don't understand my grief as it is totallyirrational as he was to all intents and purposes gone. But the psychic element, the energetic element of his passing has been immense. He is with me so frequently that it hurts.
But I don't understand it.
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