Two months earlier, Mita’s partner had died suddenly. “I hate this. I hate it so much. When will it get better?” she asked. Her plea carried the familiar chest-crushing tune of grief. As a widow of three years, I knew too well that the truth would seem incongruous if not insulting. So all I said was, “I’m so sorry.”
The truth is that grief gets better when you’re ready to let it get better.
For those beginning a grief journey, it’s complicated to accept that the pain of grief can only alleviate when you accept it. This is why the final leg of the grief journey is called acceptance….