Welcome to a conversation
Bring a mug of hot tea or a glass of something sparkly and sassy, and we’ll chat about love and related hazards. We will explore the legacy of suicide with honest emotions, hard truths and the healing momentum of dogs. In lieu of flowers, we will be kind. Meet Charlotte .
I WOULD HAVE hoped that something called the “Five Stages of Grief” could be a relatively orderly practice. I imagined the five stages as a sort of Life syllabus for the grieving process. A bit like the developmental stages of infant-toddler-young child, with a clear trajectory, even if there are some points of overlap. First, he turns from back to tummy, then he sits, then crawls, walks, and runs. The actual grief experience, however, is much less defined and quite a bit louder.