I’ve been grieving. The full process: denial, bargaining, depression, anger, tears . . . I’ve really been knocked onto the floor. Hard. I lost something very important to me.

So I’ve been thinking about this. What have I lost? Most important of everything was love, receiving it, participating in it. It’s not that someone has stopped loving me, it’s that what’s been lost was the evidence of love and that “being” in it was what I, looking back, most valued.

There’s more to it, which I don’t want to blog about. And there is the whole aspect of giving my love, but I guess that doesn’t feel like a loss in the same way.

I realize that I let that love make me very happy and that I gave it importance.   more »