Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.Thanks to everyone who's left a comment or emailed during this time. It's been really overwhelming to see just how much support is out there in our little corner of Al Gore's Interw3bz.
It's been a surprising comfort to me to write about this long, sad journey. I guess that I shouldn't be surprised to find that yet again, the Bard was right about human nature. Thanks for everyone's patience as I've stumbled towards some realizations I've had to learn.
But now I'll be getting back to normal, or trying to. I'll still post a series about Dad, as a tribute (and because he was an interesting man). But while we are all called to grieve, we are also called to come back from the edge of that Abyss, to our lives and families. Which is not to say that we don't continue to grapple with the loss; rather, it's to realize that some ships have sailed West, while ours are still waiting in harbor.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
- William Shakespeare