Opinion

The Complexities of Grief - Part 1 of 2

Dear Dave, I have begun this letter in the same way since the mid seventies, Dave. Back then, you had moved to Fordville, North Dakota and were working as a mechanic. At the time. we would only occasionally correspond because we could also visit if you came home on the weekend. You eventually met your wife, Mary, and moved to New Rockford which is when we wrote letters more often, Mary also became a pen pal.

Yesterday, I woke up and did my usual morning routine. Part of this includes a contemplative time when I attempt to align my thoughts and find my calm for the upcoming day. It’s a nice moment and it was this morning as well, except I found myself crying.