An article came across my social media a little while ago. Please take a moment to visit the link and read the article.

This part struck home:

Neil said, “The funeral wasn’t the hardest part, the hardest part was when everybody went home afterwards and I walked back into the house on my own. For the first time in forty years there was nobody there. No conversation, no television in the background, no one asking how my day had been, it was just silence. That was the moment it really hit me that Linda wasn’t coming back.”

I’ve written about grief. I’ve written about how the sharp edges become dulled over time. What I hadn’t thought about was grief’s co-conspirator—loneliness.