Not So Fast, Says Grief

Well, I was wrong. My grief isn't over, it's just entered a new phase. Now instead of crying every day over the recent death of a friend, I am able to think of other things most of the time and then suddenly I remember and cry every second day. That's definitely a step in the right direction.

Death is certainly a permanent fixture in all of our lives and yet we hate it, try our hardest to not think about it, and consider anyone who mentions its inevitability and actually wants to talk about it to be a real downer. If that were not the case, the death of a loved one might not hit us like a bolt out of the blue. (How can we still be surprised every time?)

Maybe if we all gave more attention to the actual facts of life and death than we do to all the woke nonsense around pronouns and bathrooms and gender identity, the human race would be evolving instead of devolving into a deep sinkhole of grossly embarrassing stupidity.