Permission To Grieve

We think it's time to talk about grief. We have some experience: one who is grieving, one who is not.And neither of us feel confident in these positions, as friends, as a brother, sister, son, daughter, mother, nephew, niece, aunt, uncle, colleague, employer, employee, teacher, student, neighbour,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

When death and therefore grief is the only certainty about being a human, a human who loves other humans, it is confounding when you start to think about our failure as a culture (my culture, I can only talk from this viewpoint for the time being) to know how to navigate IT.

We don't know how to talk about IT. So let's not, OK? No, not OK. Can we please put everything else in our lives on hold until we've sorted through this, messy, horrifying, catastrophic, life changing thing which is both extraordinary and the most ordinary.

Can we talk to each other about it? Just say some words. Let's start small. Let's start with the words death, dying, died, dead.