Good grief
As I type this, Jack, the old brown farm collie, is lying on his bed next to me. Jack is dead. He died this morning. He did not recover from a stroke, and the compassionate vet eased him gently into that good night. I am so sad. And I expect to be sad, and, damn it, I’m going to be sad until I’m not. Like any bereavement, as time goes on, the calm spells among the chaos get longer. I will learn to work around the loss. We all have to deal with grief and sadness, yet it can be hard to cope with in other people. The point of this gentle rant is to offer suggestions on how to respond to a friend who is grieving. The primary point: it is not your grief.…