Is there an expiration date on grieving? Is there something wrong with missing a dearly departed and sharing a few tears? Does that make you weak?
After the death of a loved one, I found sanctuary in the bathroom where I could turn on the shower and cry without upsetting my children or when a song played on the radio.
But I learned that I shouldn’t cry, said someone, because “it’s time to move on,” a day after the burial.
It’s been over a decade, and I still cry when I hear a song, drive by a neighborhood, or experience any memories of them.
I guess there’s no expiration date on grieving after all. The jury is still out.
Peace!