a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

[dragonyphoenix]

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied - borrowed from my friend kerkevik

Comments

[maramcreates]

Quite true. Thanks for sharing.

[dragonyphoenix]

When my mother passed away, a friend told me how she visited her husband's grave each year and yelled at him for leaving her.

[maramcreates]

Yeah, a lot of advice regarding dealing with grief seems overly simplistic to me. I mean, grief is such a complicated experience in that it draws on all of the contextual variables of the people in question. So, how can saying, "time brings relief," be compassionate? I mean, time can bring relief, in the sense that mental and emotional distance can help keep grief from completely overwhelming the grieving. But when someone's in the throes of it? I say meet them where they are and just sit with them. It's their experience, not ours.

[baronjanus]

That hit me in a certain (fictional) pairing

Strange how I put aside my own substantial grief to look at text as relating to other texts

[dragonyphoenix]

*hugs*

[baronjanus]

*hugsback*