Primrose Road

Several people have suggested that I see a "grief counselor" at my family's synagogue because I (along with my cousins) have had a bit of trouble feeling that my father's sudden, totally unexpected death happened. We know it happened, but it somehow didn't, and that actually makes a lot of sense to me, and I understand what's going on with that quite well.

This grief counseling, according to the synagogue's pamphlet, involves drawing pictures and writing songs, stories, and poems. I guess that representing one's grief back to oneself works for some people, but I understand too well that it can't speak to the problem of not being able to encounter an event that happened.

My dad was right when he said I intellectualized too much. ;)