Today, someone apologized to my for not being as supportive as the wishes they could have been “when I was grieving.”
I knew what they meant, but it struck me as odd. What do you mean “when I was grieving?” I am grieving. No past tense here. And I realized, I still consider my grief fresh. New. I see myself as “newly-bereaved.”
Obviously not compared to someone for whom it has been only a few hours, days, weeks, months. But new. An open wound.
In three weeks in will have been two years. This week will be two years since the first bad news. But it still seems so raw.
Does that ever go away?