I saw this a while ago as it zipped past in my social media feed. I forget the actual wording, but my paraphrasing gives the idea.
Grief is not so much for the life lost
as for the living that now won’t happen.
This coming weekend, my family will be holding a gathering. We will be enjoying company, food, drink, and remembering my Dad and Paul. I expect there will be tears as well as laughter.
Sorting and tidying following Paul’s death is an ongoing activity. I have barely scratched the surface, if I’m being honest. The easiest things to dump — ancient magazine back issues, bank statements from long-defunct accounts, that kind of thing — are quickly dealt with. Paul’s amateur radio gear was taken away by members of the local club. I am now getting down to deeper layers, where I am finding things harder to just pitch into a bin bag.
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