Grief Handbook, Part 18

The all-consuming nature of grief is beginning to fade, and with it, instead, comes some guilt, some anxiety, and a lot of sadness.  Sadness, I think, is different than grief, but despite my love of words, words, words, I don’t know how to explain what I see as the difference.  Grief, I think, is singular.  It is… not selfish, not exactly, but individual.  Sadness is what you feel for persons other than yourself.  Sadness, I think, is the emotion you feel knowing that the world has been deprived of an individual.

I dreamt of mom last night.  In my dream, she came back to life, as if she had never been gone.  But she had been gone, because I asked her, “What do you remember from your time away?”  And she, with a coy smile, said, “Nothing,” which of course, meant “everything.”  Dad and I were just happy to have her home–and we were home, sitting on their bed in their bedroom, Mom at the pillows, and Dad and I at the foot of the bed.

I do believe in the symbolic nature of dreams, of course, but I also know the reality of dreams, of your unconscious spitting out wants and wishes in spurts that you later put into a narrative when you wake.  If you remember them.  I often remember my dreams.  They are very vivid.

They are, now, often about Mom.


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