Holding On to Grief When You Can't Hold On to Them

The thing about acute grief is that it's a massive black star in your soul. Its gravity attracts every bad feeling that normally happens to anyone; every frustration, every rage, every disappointment, every fear reflects back on, and is made worse by, that singular loss.

Because Wendy's death has robbed me of so much identity (husband, business partner, would-be father), grief has filled in the gaps. I am now, in my head, the Griever.

I know that the best way to move on is to put my grief into the past. I must let go of Wendy, let go of the sorrow, and create a new identity. That's what I'm resolved to do.