How could it keep spinning when what made my world light up had gone? As irrational as it was, I wanted to step off the edge and curl up in a corner. People drove to work, gave presentations, went to the grocery store, and picked up their kids from soccer.
It wouldn’t slow down because of my son’s suicide. Or for my grief.
Life trudged forward for months and my efforts to try and keep up fell short. It was a long time before I could keep pace again and when it happened, guilt tapped me on the shoulder. It … Read more...