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I am a counselor. I have no magical solutions to grieving. I am human. I have no superhuman abilities to heal or take bad things away. Anyone who sells you a formula is you selling you something The greatest loss I experienced was the death of my paternal grandfather. I didn’t handle that well. It evolved into a spiritual journey that resulted in some growth. I have not been so overwhelmed by death that I am inconsolable since. I still experience emotions.
2020 has been some year. My friend, Doctor Bob, and his wife have been seriously compromised in health. My parents are racing each other to see who dies first. My mother has stage 4 kidney disease. That’s all I know about that because she doesn’t share much. She was diagnosed this year with dementia. My father has COPD and is on hospice. 40 years of cigarettes, three packs a day took a toll. He is going out the world the way I came into the world, breathing treatments. Well, he also has heroin. They didn’t give me that at hospitals when I was young, but surprisingly enough it was available to me had I wanted it. I wanted nothing to do with drugs, prescribed or otherwise. He was worried about becoming addicted. I told him, may you live so long to experience addiction. My friend, John, if you’re following has cancer. In two months he caught up to my parents- but my my dad may win this bloody race. My neighbor’s father is on hospice at home. There is some death around me.
They may make it to 2021. we’re almost there. Does the number matter? John has shown some improvement. There is evidence that he is now aware…
