Thursday, March 11, 2010


One man's description of his grief:
I was overwhelmed with the sensation of being stuck in a revolving door. I knew that if I could just get out onto the sidewalk, I could survive this thing. But the door kept going around and around. Some of the people already on the sidewalk looking at me were very impatient and kept saying, "for heaven's sake, just come out here with us." Why don't they understand that's what I want more than anything, but it's not that simple? I need help to push through that door.

from Bereavement Magazine
Jan/Feb 2001

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