The ebb and flow of grief.

      It's a truism of life in the land of grief that grievers never know when something will trigger a wave of grief.  It can be a place, song, smell, memory, person...and suddenly grief washes over. That happened to me when I read Fredrik Backman's novella AND EVERY MORNING THE WAY HOME GET LONGER AND LONGER. It's the story of 'Grandpa' slipping into dementia. Grandpa has conversations with his late wife. Those conversations were the trigger for a wave of grief as I imagined what Joanne and I might say to each other. Now, about 33 months since Joanne's death, the waves are less frequent but still can be powerful.

     We're having some beautiful winter days with sun and little wind. Ideal for my walks with Trygve on the prairie.

Takk for alt,

Al,

PS "Books are, let's face it, better than everything else." Nick Hornby, Ten Years in the Tub, Garner's Quotations, P. 14.

                                                Today's view.